Snow: The Crown Prince of Chu, forced into marriage by the Minister of the Southern Palace with his

Zhao Huangchao took a deep breath, and Zhao Danping and Zhao Danxia behind him exchanged a glance.

Zhao Xuansu sat to the side, looking like a child, but with a mature and calm expression.

"So, Zhao Huangchao, the purpose of you sending us here was just to watch you fish?"

Zhao Huangchao remained silent, continuing to gaze outside at the pool.

"If we had gone, we might have already killed Jiang Xuan."

Zhao Huangchao glanced at Zhao Xuansu, who looked like a child, beside him, then chuckled and shook his head.

"Not always."

Zhao Huangchao took a deep breath and continued, "This Jiang Xuan is no ordinary person; he is very strong."

"Moreover, this young man possesses great fortune!" Zhao Huangchao said, glancing at Zhao Danping and the other man, and asked, "Don't you think so?"

Before Zhao Danping and Zhao Danxia could speak, Zhao Huangchao interrupted them and continued talking on his own.

"Just two days ago, the entire Longhu Mountain was shaking. At first, I thought it was a dragon turning over, but I didn't expect that I was overthinking it."

"That's not a dragon turning over, but a true dragon being born, and it even intends to tear apart the dragon energy of our Liyang Dynasty to form its own energy."

Upon hearing Zhao Huangchao's words, the people present were all shocked.

After all, the dragon energy of the Liyang royal family was sealed on Longhu Mountain.

With such a drastic change occurring, if the Liyang Dragon Vein truly has a problem, then every single one of them will likely perish.

Zhao Huangchao then looked at Zhao Xuansu beside him and said expressionlessly, "This Jiang Xuan is now at the level of a terrestrial immortal."

"Killing him shouldn't be difficult for you, but I'll still bring two people with you."

Zhao Xuansu frowned, and he couldn't help but glance at Zhao Huangchao beside him.

“I can go, but why should I go? You know my current body; it’s all show and no substance.”

Zhao Huangchao didn't explain much, but simply said, "After all, this is for Liyang. If Liyang is gone, Longhu Mountain will cease to exist."

"Then... you can forget about ascending to immortality in this lifetime."

Zhao Xuansu glanced at the other party, wondering if she should take action directly and beat up Zhao Huangchao first.

However, he managed to control his emotions and turned to look at Zhao Danping and Zhao Danxia.

"Let's go, but Zhao Huangchao, when I get back, I'm going to eat one of your fish."

Zhao Huangchao waved his hand without saying anything.

Watching the three figures leave, Zhao Huangchao couldn't help but sigh.

After all, he never expected that the Li Yang royal family, a large and influential family with a history spanning hundreds of years, would be so badly tormented by a little kid.

If it weren't for the fact that his body was injured years ago and he is not suitable to leave Longhu Mountain now, he would have gone down the mountain long ago.

However, at this moment, Zhao Huangchao remembered that Xie Guanying, Huang Sanjia and others had recently sent him messages.

They all seem to be here for cooperation, but in reality, they're all after Jiang Xuan.

Xie Guanying, in particular, actually wanted to use the luck on Jiang Xuan's body to strengthen himself.

But why would Zhao Huangchao, who was also a master of luck, cooperate with him?

They, Longhu Mountain, can handle Jiang Xuan on their own.

Once we obtain Jiang Xuan's fortune, not only will Beiliang be no match for us, but even Beimang will be no problem.

Chapter 109 Huang Longshi's Doubts, the Northern Barbarians' Schemes

Liyang, bamboo forest.

Huang Longshi slammed his hand on the table, his face contorted with rage.

After all, he never expected that the girl he had nurtured for decades would end up becoming Jiang Xuan's woman.

Although she hasn't returned yet, her words reveal her desire to leave and her feelings for Jiang Xuan.

He glanced at the letter in his hand, and could only sigh deeply in the end.

"It shouldn't be."

Huang Longshi picked up a book without a cover from the table and started flipping through it.

At the same time, the expression on his face began to become increasingly serious.

After all, he couldn't find it no matter what he did, and things had turned out this way.

It was completely out of his control and beyond his control.

Jiang Xuan!

why?

Why is the world, which I should be able to see through and understand, now different?

At first he thought there was just some difference, but he didn't expect the difference to be so big.

It's completely irrelevant; this person's appearance was already beyond his comprehension.

But how could such a thing be possible?

You should know that he has been involved in this for decades, so he knows everything about it.

He even instigated the great wars of the Spring and Autumn Period.

The fates of all people, the wars of all dynasties, in the end, who wins and who loses, who is the true victor?

He knew everything perfectly well.

But why?

Why is it that he can't see anything at all on Jiang Xuan, or even see anything at all?

Because Jiang Xuan was shrouded in layers of mist, even he couldn't see him clearly.

That's why he decided to do it, and that's why he sent Hehe Girl to kill Jiang Xuan.

However, to his surprise, not only did he fail to kill the other party, but he also became one of Jiang Xuan's men.

This is a classic case of losing both the wife and the army.

However, Huang Longshi didn't have time to think about it too much, since some things are useless to think about no matter how much you think about them.

It's better to solve it.

He glanced at Wen Hua beside him, who was dressed in tattered clothes and looked miserable.

At this time, Wen Hua had received the inheritance of Sui Xiegu and the teachings of Huang Longshi, and had already reached the strength of a Grandmaster of Celestial Phenomena.

Huang Longshi looked at Wen Hua and handed him Jiang Xuan's portrait directly.

"Kill this man!"

Wen Hua glanced at the portrait in his hand, then tore it to shreds with his inner energy.

At the same time, Wen Hua picked up the sword that was on the ground and stood up.

Looking at Wen Hua, who remained silent and cold throughout, Huang Longshi couldn't help but think to himself.

This guy should be more reliable than Hehe, right?

After all, you can't just become one of Jiang Xuan's people just by talking to him, can you?

Huang Longshi suddenly realized that he had become insecure since he could no longer see those things.

Thinking of this, Huang Longshi also began to pack his things.

After all, no matter how much he sees here, it won't be of any use.

Under Jiang Xuan's meddling, the entire world is becoming increasingly distant from the world he knew, and is even completely different from what he perceived.

If things continue like this, all his previous plans and underhanded tactics will probably be useless.

After all, the sudden appearance of the Great Chu is not right.

You must know that the original Great Chu was restored to its former glory.

Moreover, the one who restores the kingdom should not be Jiang Xuan.

Furthermore, whether it's Xu Weixiong, Yu Youwei, or Xuan Yuanqingfeng, these people are all people around Xu Fengnian.

Although Xu Fengnian's identity was somewhat unclear to him, he was still clear about it.

No matter how many problems Xu Fengnian has, they can't compare to Jiang Xuan's.

This person didn't even show up, which is unacceptable!

who is it!

Who is it? !

Could it be another celestial being descending to earth?

Shouldn't it?

Huang Longshi sighed again and shook his head.

He couldn't help but think to himself that he absolutely had to meet Jiang Xuan.

We must find out who the other party is and what kind of person they are.

"Ugh, this is troublesome!"

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Northern Mang, the Northern Mang Imperial Tent.

Empress Murong frowned slightly, her expression somewhat subtle.

After a while, she suddenly looked at Taiping Ling and Li Mibi beside her.

"What do you think?"

Taiping Ling had a calm expression, with his hands hanging naturally at his sides, appearing neither happy nor sad.