Absolutely Be Called by the Girl System

Hearing this, the emperor couldn't help being angry here, and placed his palm on the table. "Bastard, the hero in the hands of a scumbag is actually better than me..."

"Your Majesty, everything in the world belongs to His Majesty, and it is the same in Jianghu. All the great masters in the world, upon hearing the raving words of the thieves, rushed to Lin'an to protect His Majesty."

Zhao Kuo usually listened to this kind of talk a lot, and the anger in his heart didn't lessen in the slightest. No matter how many masters there are, they still don't stop his orders, so it's in his hands.

"I just ask, how many of you can take down that madman."

"Those who are in the realm of a great master are at least 337 lower than the limit of three."

Eunuch Cai did not dare to say that this was inferred from the situation of the devil's attack two years ago, but even so, Zhao Kuo was about to lose his mind.

Even though he was in the safest forbidden palace in the whole world, he didn't feel at all at ease with him, and as the date approached, he became more and more palpitated and panicked.

The emperor's furious roar came again from the hall.

The cold wind howled.

Blowing wrinkled the surface of the water, but also trembled in the heart.

In this howling cold wind, there was also a distant sound of flute.

The sound of flute bursts, don't add a loneliness in this cold weather.

Wearing a green shirt, the man was standing by the river, and there were waves of flute sounds.

Quietly cool.

With the tightness of the fingertips in Huang Yaoshi's hands, there is a sense of ethereal drifting away. Accompanied by the cold wind, there is a feeling that makes people stand alone under the vast sky and cry and dance. impulse.

of course.

This impulse has been put into reality.

Behind Huang Yaoshi, Feng Heng was already dancing with the music.

The figure is soft and soothing, and the light blue hem moves with the wind. Not only that, the blue ribbon in the hand is also dancing in the air, as if chasing something.

After a long time, the sound of the piano stopped, and the woman also stopped, sighing softly.

"Do you really want to go? Go against your own son-in-law?"

"Have to go."

Huang Yaoshi put away his jade flute and stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the vast river in silence for a long time.

"There is no immortal dynasty."

"But it shouldn't be in his hands."

[Huang Yaoshi: The personality is deviant, arrogant and unruly.She has a withdrawn personality and ignores "traditional ethics", but she respects loyal ministers and filial sons the most. There is a saying: This is a great festival. 】

Dali.

Tenryu Temple.

The sound of the Buddha's lecture on the high platform slowly stopped, and many Buddhist believers in the audience were still unsatisfied, but they still gave a Buddhist ceremony and pushed down one by one.

The Buddha sat silently.

Only a few plain-clothed monks knelt down on the ground.

"Zen Master Yideng, the demon lord has aroused the anger of the whole world."

When he looked up, tears were streaming down his face. "This time is the only chance to get rid of the demons. In order to seek the righteous way of the world, I ask the Zen Master to subdue the demons."

for a long time.

The Buddha on the high platform sighed.

"My Buddha is merciful."

Zhongnan Mountain.

Chongyang Palace.

In the main hall, there is a piece of plain height, with a coffin lying in the middle.

Quanzhen Six's face was calm, without any disturbance, only the pain and hatred in his eyes.

On the other side, the old urchin who always had a playful smile was not there, he sighed and looked at the coffin, and then looked to the south.

Lin'an.

Had to go.

Even if it's for the inheritance left by the senior brother, I should go there anyway.

The cold wind is bleak.

The breeze that brought a good harvest, blowing on people's bodies, made people feel more melancholy for no reason.

How about a good harvest and warmth?

After all, it can't beat the sound of horseshoes, and it can't beat the golden iron horse.

Zhangjiakou.

In bright and dark places, the eyes of countless people focused on the person in front.