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That day finally came.

The emperor who was brave and good at war, continuously expanded the country's territory, even abolished the "elder system" that Tianxie had been using for hundreds of years, and held the highest power in the country tightly in his hands - Sikong Mu, in his sleep, Sleep forever.

In the neighboring country, the third prince of Lan Qi, the fifth spring when Lian Xi left.

Yes, because of a change of mind many years ago, he still failed to include Lan Qi in his territory.However, no one is going to pursue this anymore, and no one will specifically remember this matter.

Everyone's eyes turned to the Tianxie King who had just ascended the throne.

Sikong Mu's only bloodline, the nine-year-old boy who doesn't even have the ability to speak, Sikong Mo.Everyone is guessing, is such a king really capable of governing the country?

Or, will he become the most powerless puppet emperor in Tianxie's history?

No one knows the ending, because everything is just beginning...

The new ruler of Tianxie Kingdom, who lived up to his name, accepted the king's coronation in silence, and worshiped the ancestors of heaven and earth with blood.

Under the fiery sun shining brightly and under the cloudless blue sky, he vowed that he would live up to the imprint on his shoulders in this life—that fiery pattern is no longer like the original one, just a piece of fiery red, but A unicorn with slightly squinted eyes was born.

The newborn unicorn grows day by day, waiting for one day to rule the world!

It was the same wilderness, in the dead of night, accompanied by the flames all over the sky; the only difference was that there were fewer people than before, and the person surrounded by the fire was replaced by the same person standing that day.

Pursing his lips tightly, staring at the same scene as many years ago, Sikong Mo didn't turn his head away this time, but opened his eyes wide, fearing that he might miss the slightest bit.

That was his father, the man he respected so much, who was now being burned by fire.

As the king of Tianxie, he should have slept forever in that royal tomb guarded by heavily guarded soldiers.However, in order to accompany his lover, he willfully chose to leave this world in the same way.

In my heart, I didn't feel much blame, but I was happy for him.

To die like this might be a relief for the father, right?Every day and every night, thinking about someone but never being able to touch the pain, my father has spent five years.

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For five full years, he lived like a walking dead.

Really enough!

Putting everything that belonged to Sikong Mu into the urn, feeling the blazing heat still on top, Sikong Mo recalled in a trance, that day and night, Ao also picked up bit by bit like this, as if he didn't feel any pain.

However, he didn't understand until today.It turned out that compared to the sorrow in my heart, the pain in my hand was nothing at all.

His eyes suddenly became hot, and with his lowered head, he suddenly felt that the accumulated water in his eyes became heavy, and quickly gushed out of his eye sockets, wetting his fair cheeks.

Father King...

So what if you are a king?So what about carrying the burden of the world?He, Sikong Mo, is just a nine-year-old child after all.

A nine-year-old child, no matter how strong he is, has obstacles he cannot overcome.

Among them, parting from life and death is the most difficult problem!

Standing far behind him, Si Kong Yi took a deep breath and stepped towards him.Seeing that the little man had put everything into the jar, he stretched out his hand to encourage him, and patted the little man on the shoulder.

After pondering for a long time, he opened his mouth to speak. "Your Majesty, it's getting late."

After listening, Sikong Mo didn't hesitate too much, he struggled to prop up his feet that had become a little numb from kneeling for a long time, and nodded to Sikong Yi who was waiting.

Holding the little man's hand, he came to the horse tied in front of the tree, Si Kong Yi put his hand on the little man's waist, and helped him sit on the horse's back.Then, he quickly got on his horse.After pulling the rein and saying a word of caution to the person in his arms, he steered the horse and galloped forward quickly.

At the moment of Mao Shi, at the moment when the scorching sun first came out and emerged, the two of them rode to the front of the palace gate and caught up with the court meeting that day.

Into the night

Tianxie's palace is always heavily guarded.The patrolling guards routinely prevent the intruders from invading according to the designated route.

'Huaqing Palace'

The living room of the emperors of all dynasties has a new owner tonight.

With the help of the maid, he took off his luxurious brocade robe and put on comfortable pajamas. Sikong Mo didn't go to bed right away, but waved away everyone present.

After making sure that no one would look back, he quickly came to the window and called the people who had been waiting outside for a long time to the house.

As soon as the visitor entered the house, he turned around and knelt down after closing the window. "Hall... Your Majesty." He narrowly put aside his past address, and the man cursed himself for being confused in his heart.

Sikong Mo didn't have much reaction to his recklessness.Walking to the table, he picked up the pen and paper specially prepared for himself who was unable to speak, and quickly wrote down what he wanted to say.

"Has the letter been delivered?" Sikong Mo asked.

"Yes, everything has been done according to the king's order." He hurried day and night, and sent the letter to the three princes Lan Qi's mansion as quickly as possible.However, in the current Three Kings Mansion, there is no master, only a group of servants guarding it.

Mingyue wondered, could this really deliver the letter to Young Master Yin?

Seeing that Mingyue kept his doubts in his heart, Sikong Mo picked up his pen again and wrote on the paper: "That is Ao's home, Ao will not really lose contact with it." Whatever happens, people, always have to go home.

Although she didn't quite understand what he meant, Mingyue nodded, and seeing that Sikong Mo had no other orders, she saluted and left.

Looking at the closed casement, which opened and closed again, Sikong Mo slowly withdrew his gaze.Staring at the familiar title on the paper, the young new king's eyes turned red, and he was speechless.

Ao, will you come back?

Will you keep your promises?

Ao would never lie to Xiao Mo, right?

You said you would come back...

Proud──

Winter and spring alternate, and the climate turns warm and cold.

At the junction of various countries, the Yin family.

Putting down the letter in his hand, Yin Tiansui stood up, staring at the unmelted snow outside the window, dazed in a daze.

Sikong Mutao, after all, is still the same as his ancestors, who will not live to be 40 years old.

For a hundred years, without exception.

Is this some kind of curse?

Turning his head to look at another unopened letter on the table, the corner of his mouth suddenly raised a beautiful arc, a half-smile.

Heh, it seems that the newly enthroned Heavenly Evil King is indeed a little clever.He couldn't find out where Yin's family was, but he knew how to convey letters through Lanqi Three Princes' Mansion.

With this little mute emperor, Tian Xie, what kind of scene should it be?

Rise and fall, honor and disgrace, all in one thought──It really makes people feel a little, inexplicably looking forward to it.

Knock Knock──

"Come in."

Although the young man by the door lowered his eyebrows, he couldn't hide the heroic spirit in his brows.After entering the room, after standing still not far from Yin Tiansui, he asked with an expressionless face. "Master, what do you want me to do?"

Yin Tiansui nodded, then handed over the letter on the desk to the other party. "The letter from Lan Qi was forwarded to you." At the end, he added as if to add, "Sikong Mu is dead."

What? !

The gesture of opening the letter paused, the drooping head concealed the wide eyes——Dead?That man, dead? !

Heh, after five years, he couldn't stand the condemnation of his conscience, so he died?

Blinking his slightly sore eyes, Yin Tianao couldn't tell what it was like.That man, the man whose father and king refused to leave until his death, is dead...

The man who indirectly caused the death of his father!

However, when the familiar handwriting on the unfolded letter came into view, the hatred in Yin Tianao's eyes instantly diminished a lot.

Xiaomo...

I haven't seen you for five years. Xiao Mo's appearance must have changed a lot, right?

Xiao Mo was only four years old when he left.

But yes, children are always the most fickle...

The five-year separation, not to mention the mental changes, just the difference in identities between them is daunting.

Xiao Mo, he is now the king of a country.

And he, Yin Tianao, is just a little-known swordsman in the world.

He and he have always been people on two roads...