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1023. Proud (2)

"He has dispersed, and there is no more figure of him in this world."

"Yeah?"

Yuwen Luoshuang lowered his head with some disappointment, and then he saw the golden armored warriors who originally belonged to the emperor knelt on the ground with an expression of annoyance. Now that the emperor has dissipated, they naturally became the defeated party, and more because they realized at this time that the real emperor's destiny was the head of Fengxing Langfeng.

Feng Xinglang lowered his eyebrows and looked at the golden armored warrior kneeling on the ground. He smiled softly, then turned around and walked towards the dragon chaise. He picked up the yellow chaise that fell on the dragon chaise with his fingers, looked carefully for a long time before throwing out the dragon chaise in his hand. In an instant, the dragon chaise caught fire in the air and was burned out the moment it landed.

Yuwen Luoshuang stepped forward and kicked her slightly, then a burst of dust rose.

"You are all warriors with golden armor, and I will obey orders to Xiao Jifeng in the future."

"yes."

With the loud sound of the golden armor, Feng Xinglang walked down from the seat, took Yuwen Luoshuang's palm and walked out of the hall.

"You are not happy."

"No."

"The wind and waves, even if you deceive people all over the world, you will never deceive me."

A clear and shallow sentence made Feng Xinglang pause slightly, but he did not pause for long, so he walked straight forward. Then he said softly, yes.

From a distance, Yuwen Luoshuang heard it unbiasedly, while she just frowned slightly.

What they didn't know was that the world had become extremely happy, and almost everyone was celebrating the fact that the emperor had dissipated. Everyone believed that after Feng Xinglang became a king, he would definitely drive people from the Eastern Continent.

Yuwen Luoshuang, standing behind Feng Xinglang, just walked forward a few steps, pinched his wide palm in his hand, and then leaned his head on his shoulder, looking at the scene in front of him from afar. This time, the palace was filled with the figures of Fengshang Sect members, accompanied by the friction sounds of armor from the imperial soldiers.

"You care about the words that kill your brother."

"Um?"

"So what, you forgot that brother once killed his father."

As Yuwen Luoshuang's words fell, Feng Xinglang turned around with a surprised look at the woman standing beside him, as if the words she said would always be shocking. No one in the world seemed to know about the emperor's father killing.

Looking at Feng Xinglang's confused eyes, Yuwen Luoshuang turned around and looked at his robe.

"These are what the black shadows talked to me, otherwise, how did you think we chat with each other during the period of time in the Abyssinus."

“He’s talking about so much.”

"Actually, you don't dare to be sure that he has killed his father, so he has protected the safety of the imperial capital over the years. Unexpectedly, he will press on Fengshangzong everywhere."

As Yuwen Luoshuang's words fell, a strong wind suddenly blew and the palace became a little quiet.
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