Chapter 270 (2/2)

Between the vast permafrost and the cold wind in Northwest China, a rock giant sitting in the sky looks like a vague column connecting the sky from a distance. On the top of the giant's head, the two kings of summer are drinking wine.

Wine is the common yellow rice wine purchased from a restaurant in the capital city. The table is the most common oak table in ordinary people, but the location is not ordinary.

Vigorous wind is raging, and the extremely cold northern wasteland is thousands of feet high.

But as soon as they got close to the head of the rock giant, they were blocked by an invisible barrier, half of which could not enter. Then the wine came out, and at the same time, the sound of King Ximan sounded.

”Jiang Yu, a member of the 14 surnamed Ying family of our generation, disappeared and died. But now, there are few people alive. I am most worried about you. But now, Daxia has entered the era of the new emperor. Listen to me, it's time to put it down. You owe your children too much.”

The eyes on King Ximan's face were burning and divine. Looking at the silent drinking king of Bei'an in front of him, his voice was melancholy, and then he continued to say:

”before brother Wuji knew about it, we forced you to kill her by yourself, but she was the only lineal blood of Ying's family, but she concealed her identity and became your wife Only when Ying's blood supply is completely cut off can the rivers and mountains of the great summer be forever around the world. ”

When he heard the four words of killing himself, the old king of Bei'an suddenly clenched his hand holding the wine glass. His veins were exposed and protruded one by one, which showed that his heart was extremely restless. However, his face was expressionless. Then he shook his head and spoke softly”It's not over yet.”

Hearing this, King Ximan leaned forward with a dignified face and asked, ”what do you mean by that?”

”She didn't die.”

The old king of Bei'an closed his eyes and spat out such a sentence. However, the king's face changed wildly. He slapped his face on the desk in front of him, and angrily yelled: ”did you let her go without telling us? No, we watched her die. How could she not have died! ”

”The moon in the mirror, the one who died, is just water moon.”

After the old Bei'an's response fell, King Ximan stood up and kept murmuring:

”confused, confused, why are you so confused?”

The old king of Bei'an opened his eyes. In a moment, he became very solemn. The endless killing intention came out of his body. The whole empty space where the vigorous wind was raging flashed and roared. It was as if the broken Euphorbia, which had been sleeping for a long time, began to change its sharp edge to pierce the heaven and earth again!

”Today, someone told me that there is a gathering place of Ying's remaining evils in the far north snow plain. I know that this is a trap, but I have to go. Everything starts with me. After so many years, it's up to me to finish. If I don't come back, it's an explanation.”

”When are you going north to the snow field?”

The old king of Bei'an stood up and looked ahead. It was the direction of the capital city and murmured:

”I will meet the new emperor in the palace today, and then ask to wash away my sins. This may be the last time I drink with you. Take care of it!”

At the end of the speech, the old king of Bei'an jumped down from the top of the rock giant, turning into a bloody thunder and piercing into the distance.