The First Tyrant of Daxia

Xiang Shengnan immediately stepped forward to persuade him, holding his arm and speaking with a filial look.

"Dad, don't blame yourself. It's not your fault, and nothing happened, right?"

"Just be more careful next time."

Xiang Feiyu smiled bitterly, looked up at the sky, and sighed: "Thinking of my Xiang family, a famous family in the martial arts world, but compared with an organization like the East Factory, it is really far behind."

"Dad is old and can no longer protect you."

"You've grown up now. It's time to find a reliable man to protect you for the rest of your life."

Hearing this, Xiang Shengnan's beautiful eyes flashed with a strange look: "Dad, what do you mean by this?"

Xiang Feiyu glanced at her unhappily: "Are you asking even though you already know the answer?"

Xiang Shengnan's eyebrows lit up with joy, and he almost jumped up: "Dad, you don't object to my relationship with His Majesty?"

"Humph!"

"You two said that everything was fine, but you were exposed for lying!" Xiang Feiyu blew his beard and glared.

She suddenly felt like a deflated ball, lowering her head and looking at her toes in displeasure.

Xiang Feiyu snorted and left.

But left a word.

"After what happened tonight, I have a completely different opinion of Your Majesty. There are only a few men in the world who can do what he said. He is a man!"

"But you must remember this for your father. Before you are married, you cannot stay in the palace for a long time, and you must not violate the rules of etiquette!"

Hearing this, Xiang Shengnan raised his head again, extremely excited.

"Dad, is it true?"

Xiang Feiyu was unhappy and snorted from a distance: "Let's wait and see."

"If you don't obey, don't blame your father for being ruthless!"

Xiang Shengnan's red lips immediately curled up, and her beautiful eyes narrowed into crescents, looking very beautiful.

"Thank you for your help, Dad."

Xiang Feiyu, who had already walked far away, did not reply, but just sighed softly.

What is destined to happen will eventually come true, and your children and grandchildren will have their own blessings!

The imperial study room is brightly lit.

It's the middle of the night, but there's still no sign of the fire shutting down!

Qin Yun took a sip of ginger soup to refresh himself!

Although Shengnan was fine, the East Factory was coming with great force and she had already made her move.

Under the loom of a huge crisis, Qin Yun must mobilize everyone to hold up the sky.

This is no worse than a war involving hundreds of thousands of troops. It's the elite troops that are being attacked, and you have to be careful at every turn!

"Report!"

"Your Majesty, Elder Feng is back!"

When the Jinyiwei's voice sounded, Qin Yun's eyes suddenly lit up and he stood up: "Come in quickly!"

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Feng entered the imperial study.

His black cloth was stained with blood. He looked old and frail, yet energetic, which made people look at him sideways.

He knelt down suddenly and said ashamedly: "Your Majesty, I failed."

"Feel sorry!"

Qin Yun immediately walked down the dragon ladder, not paying attention to this matter, but helped him up and looked left and right.

He asked with concern: "Mr. Feng, are you injured?"

Everyone in the imperial study looked at Old Feng with shocked expressions.

Lord Feng, an invincible being, can still be injured?

Feng Lao's tense face suddenly relaxed and he grinned, "Your Majesty, this is not my blood."

"This is He Wuji's blood."

Qin Yun was relieved, exhaled a breath, and said with a smile: "That's good, that's good."

"I said that Elder Feng was a taboo-like existence, how could he lose to He Wuji."

"Don't blame yourself. If you don't catch him, you can catch him next time. I don't blame you."

Although he was disappointed that he did not catch He Wuji, he appeared very magnanimous.

Old Feng frowned and said, "Your Majesty, this He Wuji is not a simple person. He seems to know me."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked!

Qin Yun exclaimed: "Know you?"

Mr. Feng nodded seriously: "That's right!"

"Of course, I am not sure either. It is just a hunch. Not many people know me. If we can identify one person, then the mystery of the identity of the governor of the East Factory will not be far away."

"It's just... I have been reminiscing for a long time, and most of the old people in my memory are already dead. I don't know this He Wuji."

Hearing this, Qin Yun's expression gradually became serious.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "This old man is very skilled. He can even fake his face and voice, let alone his name."

"If you want to investigate him, I'm afraid it won't work to start with a name."

Old Feng was distressed, sighed, and gritted his teeth and said, "He was injured by your majesty, and his strength has declined. I could have caught him in the City God Temple...!"

"But suddenly, a few farmers who were hunting passed by and were thrown off the cliff by He Wuji. I had no choice but to save them."

"If you want to chase him again, this bastard will disappear without a trace."

Qin Yun looked up at the beams of the imperial study and sighed with a wry smile.

"This is all fate. Maybe God didn't let me catch this bastard so quickly."

"But no matter what, I will not be a human being if I don't kill him!"

After he finished speaking, the entire imperial study fell into deathly silence.

The Jinyiwei were all silent, feeling helpless.

"Your Majesty, how about we lure the snake out of its hole like we do with other enemies?" Wuming suddenly suggested.

Qin Yun shook his head: "It's difficult. The opponent this time is extraordinary."

"We can see this from He Wuji!"

"What I am worried about now is not how to catch the East Factory henchmen, but the kowtow action that old dog He Wuji mentioned."

Operation Kowtow?

Everyone was stunned, with looks of reminiscence.

Suddenly, everyone realized that He Wuji had indeed spoken something when he escaped, and it was very cruel.

What about the kowtow action? It will plunge the imperial capital into a river of red blood...

Thinking hard!

Everyone felt a chill down their back!

"I know, I know!"

Mr. Feng seemed to be stimulated by something and remembered something.

With a horrified expression, he said, "Your Majesty, the red blood river is a totem of the ancient gnat tribe, representing the boundless sea of ​​fire that burns the corpses of sinners!"

"It refers to an action similar to offering sacrifice to the heavens!"

"When I was young, I once went to the territory of the Lichen tribe. Here, I killed many criminals who were causing trouble for the people!"

"He Wuji, could he be a member of the Lio tribe? Could he be the old slave who knew about it there?"

"And is the kowtow another form of heaven-sacrificing punishment used by the Siege Tribe?"

The excited voice seemed so loud that everyone in the imperial study opened their eyes wide!

Although we don’t know what the secret is, Mr. Feng’s performance makes us believe it.

Qin Yun narrowed his eyes suddenly and asked, "What tribe are the Lio people from? Do they have a grudge against the imperial court?"

Elder Feng shook his head. “They are a minority group in Daxia. They live in the deep mountains and forests and rarely go out.”

"I don't have any great hatred with the imperial court."

"But I am sure that the red blood river is a term used by the gnats, and it is a terrible form of punishment for offering sacrifice to the heavens!"

Qin Yun became more and more excited, as if he had touched the truth of the matter.

He asked, "Then how should this criminal law of offering sacrifice to the heaven be implemented specifically?"

All eyes turned to Mr. Feng.

Old Feng frowned, memories emerging on his old face.

"Your Majesty, I don't know about this. This is part of the traditional culture of the Lizu people."

"If you want to know, I'm afraid you'll have to go deep into the territory of the Lich Tribe."

Hearing this, Qin Yun said domineeringly: "Humph, the land of the universe belongs to the king!"

"The territory of his people is not my territory!"

"If they cooperate, I won't bother with them. If they don't cooperate, I won't be so good-tempered!"

"Where is Wuming?!"

He roared, his strong desire for knowledge and determination to crush the conspiracy made his blood boil!