“There is no one in the Executive Department to replace the professor’s position at present, and we speculate that the minister’s position will be vacant for the next period of time.

The Senate will send some military forces to manage the executive department, such as Beowulf's old and tough position as the deputy minister, which is something you can strive for. Under the current situation, we need influence in the executive department."

"Then how can I cooperate?"

Chu Zihang felt that this matter was not very reliable, but he didn't ask much. He had rich experience in student cadres, and it was probably not too bad for the deputy minister, probably.

“Just keep your original style, don’t be arrogant.

In the hearts of those who participated in the battle the day before yesterday, you are all heroes who have turned into dragons. We should focus on public relations, those who are absent. Normal people must be very resistant to the phenomenon of high dragon transformation."

Because it is contrary to the Abrahamic bloodline, technology like blood explosion has been in a gray area for a long time. It is time for some changes to happen, and Li Wuyue's surprise attack is a suitable opportunity.

If someone who blew blood to resist the Dragon King could be promoted because of his ghost bloodline, wouldn’t a dragon bone foodie like Luo Yin not have a chance to start without a cap? This is not good, very bad.

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Ten centuries ago, Tong Wancheng.

Under the newly built white city wall, a young man in black stood in front of his elder brother in general's uniform, and behind him was a gray-clothed and masked servant.

My younger brother looks about twelve or thirteen years old, and he is thin, like a sapling lacking water. His elder brother is very burly and strong, with a heroic spirit, and his face is full of vicissitudes of successive battles.

But when the brothers face each other, the younger brother, who was dressed in plain clothes, was faintly more noble, with innate majesty.

"Brother, I am not a human being. I will treat my help in this battle as a memory of these ten years. I am the youngest son, so I will say that I died of illness."

Li Yuanhao looked at his younger brother Li Chengwei with a terrifying face. He also had a delicate name, Wuyue.

Their brothers' relationship is not particularly deep. However, in front of Li Wuyue and Guan, Li Yuanhao often took this young brother to hunt and rode his horse together on the sunset plain.

Because Li Yuanhao felt that his younger brother was not threatened. Li Wuyue's mother Ezang Qu Huai was just a civilian, and he was sick since childhood and often stayed in bed for several days.

But in the confrontation with the Song army yesterday, this "no threat" young brother slaughtered hundreds of people in the blink of an eye. The dead fell down like harvesting wheat, and blood splattered silently.

With the assistance of Li Wuyue, he easily defended Tongwancheng and killed countless enemies on the way to defeat the enemy.

The Tongwan City of the White City Wall is very prominent in terms of military significance and symbolic significance, and has been a must-fight for hundreds of years. This city has changed hands many times in years of war, repeatedly destroyed and rebuilt.

There have been rumors about Li Wuyue being a demon. After all, no one can change for ten years without any change, and always look like a young man who has not grown up.

"Are you really a demon?"

That "demon wind" was not only a nightmare for the enemy, but also a nightmare for Li Yuanhao. If the mysterious young brother wanted to kill him, he might just raise his hand.

"There are real dragons in this world. The hatred between humans and dragons has lasted for hundreds of generations."

Li Wuyue's servant explained.

"No name, no need to say more."

Li Yuanhao rubbed his eyes and was shocked. The gray-clothed servant took off the masked black cloth and revealed a ferocious face covered with blue and black scales.

At that time, he had just abandoned the name "Hermes", not Friedrich or Lin Fenglong. He was just a servant of King Wind, "Wu Ming".

Li Wuyue stopped talking and was preparing to go to the Central Plains as planned. There were many mixed-race families gathered there, and there were records of his brothers and sisters appearing.

As for being in the Western Xia Dynasty and being adopted by the woman, who pretended to be a child, it was just another bubble of reincarnation for him.

Li Wuyue has become accustomed to the initial confusion every time she wakes up from the cocoon. The beginning of each life is unified into the spam information in his memory.

Li Yuanhao was sweating coldly in the warning dragon power, watching the two real dragons leave, and the black horse under his crotch was trembling and dared not move.

Various scenes flashed in his mind. Li Wuyue, who was sick when he was young, and his younger brother who followed him to hunt when he was young. The demonic wind on the battlefield was like mowing grass, and the Shura battlefield when he fought with the Song and Liao...

"Cheng Wei, stop! No matter whether you are a dragon or a demon, you are my younger brother."

Li Wuyue looked back in surprise. Li Yuanhao had no dragon blood, but could overcome the impact of dragon power. Such people were rare.

"It doesn't matter if it's a person or something else. What's important is who to govern the world with! Cheng Wei, leave me and let the iron cavalry of Daxia step into the world!"

Li Wuyue did not answer and stared at the eyes of "brother". The extremely powerful dragon power pinched Li Yuanhao's heart.

At this time, the ambitious ruler realized what the dragon was. His brain was blank and his eyes were bloodshot. It was so stupid that he came to see Li Wuyue dispersing the guards before he saw him dispersing them.

The Dragon King looked at the interesting human with a smile on his face.

Li Wuyue read the eyes of "brother". She feared, regretted, and had huge ambitions. If he saw anything that made him unhappy, she would crush Li Yuanhao's heart.

"Tell me your sincerity."

"I swear by the life of my eldest son that I will never face my younger brother Cheng Wei, and will never do anything to harm me secretly. The heaven and ancestors of all generations are evidence.

From then on, Daxia respects the true dragon as a totem. Chengwei, you can organize your army freely. I don’t ask, and there will be no objection in the clan.

As long as you help me, use those magic tricks to conquer the world."

"No magic, that name is the Spirit of Word."

Li Wuyue nodded to Lin Fenglong and indicated that the plan might need to be changed.

"Master, he is not trustworthy."

"Kill him in just a flash of fingers."

Li Wuyue does not deny that humans are often untrustworthy, let alone such ambitious people.

"His awe and desire for power and power is just like the real dragon clan. Such people have the value of cooperation."

......

"Our spies at the border are gone. No information is sent back."

"In recent years, the Xia army has won consecutive victories. After Li Yuanhao became emperor, his edge became even stronger, and he went to Guazhou and Shazhou, and the Song army was unable to support him."

In the autumn of 1039, Suzhou and Hangzhou.

The middle-aged man dressed in two Confucian scholars looked calm on the outside but was full of worries on the inside.

They are not worried about changing dynasties. If the dynasty changes its name, the world will still be the same. What they worry about is a more terrifying existence.

"Boheng, abnormal news has been heard from the border. The soldiers were cut by magic at night. Thunderstorms were injured in rain, and long winged snakes were flying over the clouds."

The slightly fat Liu Boheng pulled his beard and felt panicked.

"Mixed races join the war? Or..."

"I have never heard of such a powerful mixed-race family that can kill all our spies like thunder."

"If it is searched through Tianluo (blood lineage Jieluo), then this person's bloodline is quite high. Or, an ancient dragon appeared in Xia Kingdom."

A woman in plain clothes suddenly appeared at the Huxin Pavilion where the two met, almost scaring Liu Boheng to his heart.

"Old Chu, I think it's more likely to be a dragon. Xia Kingdom has no reason to suddenly have the ability to form a mixed-race army, but if it's a dragon, it's easy to explain."

"Xuhuang, you?"

"I'll go to Tongwancheng to confirm the situation there. This kind of job is most suitable for me."

Lu Zhu, whose courtesy name is Xiuhuang, is an immortal with a little name in the world. In fact, he comes from the Dragon Slaying Family.

"But those spies were found..."

Old Chu, who looked vicissitudes, was quite worried. He felt that it was safer for a group of people to cut over with knives.

"I am a professional. Even if it is the Dragon King, it will not be easy to find me."

Halfway through Lu Xiuhuang's words, she seemed to disappear from the same place as others' perceptions. But she kept standing there without any movement.

She likes her spiritual power very much, which can easily create a high-end image of her coming and going without a trace, so that she can pretend to be an immortal and cheat money.

Lao Chu is a madman who drinks blood from the knife, but he always takes care of her as if he is to his own daughter. Lao Liu is timid and afraid of things, so it is difficult for him to kill a sparrow.

But Lao Liu is very, very rich. This time he went to the northwest, Lu Zhu was able to knock out a small amount of travel expenses from his vault.

......

The heavy snow is clear.

The white snow reflects a dazzling white light, and the cold wind is cold.

The childish boy was wearing fur clothes, his face was red with cold, but his smile was bright.

Because Li Ningming was flying. The soft whirlwind held his body and flew in the air more than ten meters high.

The violent spirit of the King of Wind is cast by the next generation, and it is so simple to operate like a toy for a child.

Li Ningming is the eldest son of "brother". Unlike his father, Li Wuyue cannot see a trace of burning power in the eyes of this big boy.

He witnessed the power of Yan Ling on the battlefield, and since then he stayed by Li Wuyue's side, asking him to teach himself "Immortal Arts" every day.

But even the Dragon King has no way to make those without bloodline safely become a mixed race, let alone become a dragon.

The final compromise was to let Lin Fenglong play with him for a while.

"Uncle, please teach me this! I'll try to learn it, maybe I can learn it!"

Li Ningming is very smart, can be called diligent, and is keen on reading books by Chinese people. But you really can't learn this.

"You can't learn it."

Li Wuyue shook her head expressionlessly. Several years have passed, and he still looks like he has not grown up, and he will still be like this in the future.

Just from the outside, Li Ningming looks like his brother.
To be continued...