Chapter 145 (1/2)

”If I guess right, you should be the son of Wu Hun temple?” On a snowy night, the emperor glanced at the crystal crown of the son on the top of Ye Zhiqiu's head.

”That's right.” Ye Zhiqiu nodded his head indifferently and continued: ”I don't have much time. If you don't want to die too painful, you should make an imperial edict. After your death, Prince xueqinghe will succeed you.”

On a snowy night, the emperor was stunned and showed a clear expression. With a bitter smile, he took rice paper and a brush from the desk beside him. While writing the holy edict, he sighed: ”the child of Qinghe is indeed the material of a country's emperor. He is ruthless and resolute, and is also keen on national affairs. Unfortunately, he was so eager for success that he was afraid to become a pawn in your martial spirit hall. ” On a snowy night, the emperor shook his head and sighed.

Do you really want to roll your eyes. Forget it, for the sake of your cooperation, I'll let you think so...

If ye Zhiqiu told the emperor the truth, he would not have written this imperial edict. After all, xueqinghe was still named Xue, and Tiandou empire was still in the hands of their Xue family, which made the snow night emperor feel a little comforted.

If ye Zhiqiu tells him that your son died early and his bones are gone, and now xueqinghe is the holy daughter of our martial spirit elder hall, ye Zhiqiu estimates that he will have to spend some time using illusions.

After a long time, the great emperor wrote on a snowy night, put the emperor's seal on the rice paper, and sighed, ”before dying, I wonder if the son of God can solve his doubts for the emperor?”

”Say it.” Ye Zhiqiu raised his eyelids and spoke quietly.

”Xiao organization, is it the secret hand supported by your martial spirit hall?”

On a snowy night, the emperor seemed to let go. On his deathbed, there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, he chatted with Ye Zhiqiu, the son of Wu Hun Temple who was going to kill him.

They are not qualified to be transferred to any organization. The hall of Wu Hun can't do it, nor can the last three schools, including your two empires. ”

After ye Zhiqiu finished, the great emperor was even more puzzled. After all, he thought Ye Zhiqiu didn't have to cheat himself. But if Xiao organization didn't belong to Wu Hun hall, why would he listen to Ye Zhiqiu, the son of Wu Hun temple? After all, he used the tone of command to the soul master in the black background and red cloud robe of Xiao organization.

On this point, the emperor was sure that he would not be mistaken.

But this question, the snow night emperor is doomed to think of no answer. The next moment, on a snowy night, the emperor felt that his consciousness began to be a little unconscious, as if he was going to sleep in the past, hazy and dark in front of him.

Ye Zhiqiu observes the snow night emperor in front of him for a while. After confirming that he is deeply in the illusion, ye Zhiqiu comes forward to remove the soul guiding device in his hand. It is a purple jade wrist inlaid with gold flowers. It looks elegant and elegant.

The treasure house of Tiandou Empire contains some common property. Although the amount is large, the really valuable things, such as some soul guides and royal treasures, are in the hands of the masters of the family.

This is not only true of Tiandou Empire, but also of some big families.

Ye Zhiqiu took this purple jade wrist from the great emperor on a snowy night, which contained the most valuable things of Tiandou empire.

There is about 20 cubic meters of space inside the purple jade wrist, which is half as large as the ink jade bracelet. However, there are not many items stored in the wrist. There is no gold soul coin, which is basically all kinds of soul guiding objects.

Ye Zhiqiu also found a black soul bone of Wannian's right leg, whose function is unknown for the time being.

In addition to these, when ye Zhiqiu saw a light blue transparent small bowl, the corner of his mouth showed a smile.

This is Ye Zhiqiu's goal. As for the soul bone of ten thousand years, it can only be regarded as extra joy.

He put the purple jade wrist on the edge of the ink jade bracelet and covered it with sleeves. Ye Zhiqiu found a place to sit down and wait quietly.

He is waiting for his own several sub bodies to hit this side and lead all the people here. At that time, he only needs to kill the emperor on a snowy night in front of everyone, and everything will be almost the same.

Tonight's Tiandou imperial city is doomed not to be peaceful.