Chapter 832 (1/2)

since he got the report from Li Sheng, emperor of Mo, the elder brother of Dongfang Zhaoyang, now the emperor Dongfang Zhengyang, can't sit still.

He began to collect all the information about Zhang Xing.

Oriental Zhaoyang is not terrible. He is a toothless tiger and can't turn over any waves.

But a young man under ten can overturn his empire.

The premise is that the teenager has enough time to grow up and has enough resources to practice.

Three days later, all the information about Zhang Xing was gathered in his hands through the magic transmission array.

Oriental Zhengyang looks more and more frightened, this child is simply too evil.

Of course, there is Zhaoyang's teaching behind it, but without that talent, even if the saints come, it is useless.

We must not let this young man grow up. This must be the talented youth that Zhaoyang specially trained in order to revenge me.

This is the so-called with the heart of a villain to measure gentleman's belly.

If Dongfang Zhaoyang knew that his elder brother still had this virtue after more than 100 years, I don't know how he would feel.

Oriental Zhaoyang once told Zhang Xing that there are three regrets in this life.

The first is that she was separated from xiaorou Yin and Yang and failed to see each other until she died.

The second is that we can't go home to worship our father in our lifetime.

The third is the failure to enter the ranks of saints.

Since he gave up the crown prince, he never thought of returning to Shuangfu Empire to fight for the throne.

Even if he has been pursued by his elder brother, he has never thought of going back to revenge.

Anyone who pursues him can kill him, but big brother can't kill him, and he doesn't want to.

Zhang Xing is also amazed that Zhaoyang elder brother can have this heart.

After reading the materials, Dongfang Zhengyang pondered for a moment, then got up and went to the secret room.

A flash of light, magic communication screen appeared on a rickety old man.

”Brother Zhengyang, we have not been in touch for 50 years, right?” The old man said.

”Fifty three years!” Oriental Zhengyang carries his hands and says lightly. Cool record literature