After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

Although Tantric hypnosis is terrifying, Zong Zhengyan's is more rigorous and thorough.

After he left the tribe with Old Zhou, the tribe members immediately moved to another place, and he was not aware of the new address.

He once told me: Don't contact me in the future.

The moment the leaves fall from the branches, he will not place a dangerous fire that could break out at any time in the lush tree.

Hypnosis was able to dig out information about the Zong Zheng family, but they searched every corner of Zong Zhengyan's memory and could not find the address where he lived.

Failed.

……

The loss of contact meant that on countless nights he looked at the bright moon, which symbolized reunion, and at the white frost falling on the ground. As the end of his life approached, he missed home more and more.

The longing that was stuck in the floodgates was so full that it was about to overflow, but he was able to hold back the torrent of homesickness and it did not burst out.

Not long after, the envoy Yin Chen came to see them, and the banquet was filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere.

At the lower left is the Qingxuan messenger, with a Tantric elder sitting beside him.

Next to the Silver Dust Messenger on the lower right is a teenager with a Nuo opera mask on his face and a string of bone Buddhist beads around his neck.

King Chi Zhao lowered his eyes and looked at him disdainfully: "Why, Yin Chen wants to make peace?"

The messenger showed a mocking expression and sneered: "You are really old and confused. You will do anything to win. The reputation that Zong Zhengyan has worked hard for you for three years in Chizhao is now completely destroyed!"

You are so angry that you want to flood the city because you can't win? Are you turning a blind eye to the lives of so many people in my city?

"Drag him out and behead him."

"When two countries are at war, envoys should not be killed! King Chi Zhao, now you are unwilling to abide by this rule?"

The Silver Dust messenger asked coldly, his bloodshot eyes bulging out with anger. The masked boy beside him slowly dropped a bombshell: "I know the whereabouts of the Zong Zheng clan."

The anger in the palace suddenly subsided, and everyone's eyes fell on this young man. At the right time, a notification sounded:

"The Imperial Master wants to see you—"

King Chi Zhao had complicated thoughts. The young master had no memory of being hypnotized, and he didn't know that the royal families of several countries were targeting his people together.

"Xuan."

Zong Zhengyan came to the audience, looked around and smiled modestly, as elegant and holy as the white magnolia blooming outside the window.

"Good day everyone."

The wafting scent of ambergris in the house and the floral fragrance blowing in from the window were intertwined. The masked boy's eyes were like faint ghost fires, staring at the imperial teacher who suddenly visited him.

It was strange, and a subtle sense of disharmony suddenly emerged, but he couldn't tell exactly what was wrong.

……

Why did emperors of all dynasties want to unify?

It all comes down to this: How can I allow others to snore beside my bed?

Whether it is this world or the Zong Zheng clan, the representative of theocracy, they do not allow others to share with them.

The masked boy led various forces to approach Zong Zheng's new location, and Zong Zheng Yan was imprisoned.

Mr. Zhou, who came to visit, had red eyes. How could he become so haggard in just a few days? He was almost as haggard as an old man like me.

"Mr. Zhou, I've had a lot of headaches lately, and I always feel like I'm missing some parts of my memory..."

He placed his fingertips on his temple and said apologetically, "Did I do anything to embarrass you during this time?"

"No! I don't know what His Majesty asked you to do. How did you become like this out of nowhere?"

The old man straightened his neck and turned his head away, not wanting to reveal that he was choking.

"Your Majesty is confused! Yin Chen is convinced by you, and unification is just around the corner, so why is he trying to do something so weird? Now that the relationship has deteriorated, this war will continue endlessly!"

Seeing his rage, Zong Zhengyan gently curved his eyes and reminded him: "Be careful, there are ears on the other side of the wall."

The old man glared, his chest rising and falling with anger: "He is incompetent! His Highness Mingyao should be the successor!"

Faced with his friend's stubborn attitude, the boy smiled helplessly, then closed his eyes. His voice was as gentle and soft as the drizzle that moistened the green grass in spring:

"Qingxuan is not sincere in forming an alliance with Chizhao. They have many witchcraft methods. I am afraid that Your Majesty has been tricked without knowing it."

"Are you saying that the recent change in His Majesty is caused by Qingxuan? I was wondering why he suddenly resorted to such mean tactics when he was doing fine!"

The more Mr. Zhou thought about it, the angrier he got. He stood up and left, shakily supporting his old bones: "You should have a good rest first. I will go to His Majesty and plead for you!"

The room was empty and lonely again. The elegant and refined young man looked up at the sunlight pouring in through the window.

It’s spring and the scenery is bright and beautiful.

It’s probably the same in my hometown.

……

In three years, the entire family became fans of Zong Zheng Zhuo.

These people who disdain the beauty of the body began to immerse themselves in experiencing King Zhou's happiness. Every day when people walked past that station, they didn't even want to blink an eye.

Zong Zhengzhuo put away the book, looked around, and asked, "Why is Yu Chi not here?"

"Oh, his mother is sick and is looking for herbs."

The children are tall and their childish faces are turning into those of teenagers.

Zong Zhengzhuo has now taken the position of leader. He has become reserved, steady and attractive.

"Then today..."

"Azhuo! Azhuo!!!"

The young man stumbled in with a trail of blood on his body, gnashing his teeth in hatred: "The illusion array at the entrance was forcibly destroyed, and many people came..."

"They want to annihilate my clan, they...they..."

A loud thunderclap struck with a "boom", a bolt from the blue, and all the blood in Zong Zhengzhuo's body completely froze for a moment.

"Quick! Retreat from the secret passage!"

His heart was pounding and he gave instructions immediately, forcing his stunned brain to function calmly.

The rosy thin lips lost all their color in an instant, and the figure that was about to rush to the front line was immediately stopped by his companions who reacted quickly.

"You go first! As long as you are still alive, we Zong Zheng still have hope!"

"Why did these people kill my people? I will make them pay with blood!"

The companion who usually behaved unruly and laughed and quarreled all the time now had a grim look, and his eyes were narrow and sharp, filled with bone-chilling hatred.

The enemy was so numerous that the war was a completely one-sided massacre.

From afar, Zong Zhengzhuo saw the masked boy leading the slaughter with unstoppable force. Blood spurted as his sword rose and fell, and the bone Buddhist beads around his neck turned scarlet red.

His pupils suddenly shrank.

The masked boy led the way, and the soldiers behind him flooded this precious land like a dam.

How did they know this address?

Who is the masked man?

Why are you slaughtering my people?

"My son!"

The mother fought her way through the fighting crowd and came to him, her blood-stained cheeks still as beautiful as ever.

"Calm down and listen to me."