The eyes of the people fell on the Northern Moon Emperor. The Northern Moon Emperor was like a ray of light on his back. His respectful aura continued to diminish, and he stood up slowly. His turbid eyes and dark pupils looked at the Northern Tomb King.

As if after a century, Emperor Beiyue finally spoke, "I will give you an explanation for the matter of the Northern Tomb King, I will give you a statement."

"Emperor!" Ye Qingtian was furious.

What the Northern Yue Emperor said means, wouldn’t you want to hand over Qingge?

"but……"

The Northern Moon Emperor lowered his eyes and said for a moment: "People will die in battle in the four dynasties conferences in previous years. This is normal. I will give you my instructions, but I will ask the prince to wait a few days after the four dynasties conferences.

I will naturally give you a result that satisfies you."

The eyes were filled with cold air, and the breath of death became stronger and stronger. The moment he stood up, a huge conspiracy naturally formed in his mind.

He wants her to die!

"Late at night, today's battle ends here. Tomorrow continues, let's go back." said Emperor Beiyue.

On the side, Concubine Yu stood up, and the palace slaves took the support, and a guard came over with a chariot.

"North Moon Emperor."

Seeing that the Northern Moon Emperor turned around and wanted to leave, on the high platform, the Northern Tomb King walked forward a few steps and shouted angrily.

Emperor Beiyue stopped, glanced at the King of the North Tomb, and said, "Your Majesty, don't forget that this is in Beiyue, not Xixun. With this time, it's better to go back and think about Ling's funeral.

Wuhen said just now that five years ago, my eldest prince died at the hands of you Xixun. Did I ask you to give me an explanation?"

Five years ago, he saw with his own eyes that his beloved prince was cut in half, and blood blurred his eyes. He could not even use his anger. The eldest prince and Bei Yueming were the same mother. After the eldest prince died,

The Northern Moon Emperor is even more favorable to the Northern Moon Ming.

The man's eyes were filled with anger, and he blocked the words of the King of the North tomb. The King of the North tomb was stunned on the platform, with his eyebrows and eyes furious, but his heart was cold and he didn't dare to say more. Although he was looking for the West

The supreme prince, but here is the territory of the Northern Moon Dynasty.

Emperor Beiyue stopped talking, and sat on a chariot with Concubine Yu and walked towards the palace. Two rows of palace slaves followed him with their hands.

A blue figure swept up on the ring. Mu Qi stood up on the platform, hugged Qingge and said, "Today's battle is really exciting. I look forward to fighting with you."

"I'm looking forward to it too." Qingge smiled.

"The next few days will be the Battle of Hundred Kingdoms. You can rest for a few days. I hope that you will be the one who will go on this are you who will do your best." Mu Qi said.

The first day of the Four Dynasties Conference was the battle between the four empires, and the next few days were the battle between small countries. Then the two winners of strength were decided to fight with the best of the four empires, and then decide on the final ranking.

Qingge nodded.

When Mu Qi left, the girl in red followed closely behind. When she left, she always looked back at Qingge, either curious or admired.

After many days, her resentment towards Qingge also disappeared.

"Wu Ming? Or should I call you Miss Third? Or Princess Anguo?"

Dongling Cod stood under the arena, with a brocade robe embroidered with crabapple and dragging the ground, as if it were orchids. He looked at Qingge with a melancholy look.

Qingge looked at Dongling Cod, thinking inexplicably what Dongling Cod looks like when she smiled. Will those eyes that seemed to be filled with water from the West Lake still be so sad and desolate?

"As long as the prince likes it, it's good to call him anyway." Qingge smiled.

"If I like you, would you marry Dongling?" Dongling Cod asked abruptly.

Suddenly, everyone looked at him in surprise, and Ye Qingtian was even more surprised. He also had a relationship with Dongling Cod, so he naturally knew that Dongling Cod was not a person who likes to joke.

On the gilded chair, Mo Xie sipped a sip of wine in a muffled voice, "There are more and more rivals in love."

Xiao Rufeng smiled, "No matter how many you have, you won't pay attention, right? As long as she is safe, you will feel at ease, right?"

Mo Xie laughed loudly, throwing the wine gourd in his hand towards Xiao Rufeng, "There is no one who knows me, brother Xiao, drink the newly brewed spring wine."

Xiao Rufeng caught the wine gourd, opened the plug, and drank it with a sip, feeling refreshed.

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Qingge looked at Dongling Cod in surprise, and a row of black lines fell on his forehead. What's the matter...

"You are so cute."

Dongling Cod said lightly: "I saw the atmosphere tense, just kidding, don't take it to heart." When he spoke, Dongling Cod took out a medicine bottle from his sleeve, and he handed it to Qingge, saying: "

There is also a shadowless pill inside. After this battle, the third lady should be in poor spirits, so taking this pill will be much better."

Shadowless Pill is an excellent pill for weapon refiners.

Some weapon refiners will suffer severe damage in the process of refining weapons and their spirits will be backfired. Some serious people will leave lifelong trauma, which will have a very bad impact on future refining weapons.

Although Qingge has not refined his weapons today, his spirit was indeed backfired during the battle with Xin Wanjun.

"Thank you."

Qingge was not polite, and took it openly and put it in the space bag.

Dongling Cod nodded, and hugged Ye Wuhen Ye Qingtian and the others clasped their fists and turned around and left. As they left, two secret guards descended from the sky and followed behind him.

Ye Wuhen held Qingge and Ye Qingtian away together, walked onto the carriage. The King of the North Tomb stood beside him and looked like thunder. He glared at Qingge's back with murderous intent. If his eyes could kill people, Qingge would probably have been killed by thousands of swords.

Slashed.

It's late at night.

The King of the North Tomb stood on the ring for a long time until everyone left. People from the small country did not have the four empires to be free, and they had to salute respectfully to the King of the North Tomb when they left.

"Prince, the princess has passed away, please feel sorry for me."

Countless seats were empty, and on a wooden chair in the middle, a man with a feminine and evil appearance was sitting on it. Zhan Qiu smiled and sat down with his elbows on the handle of another wooden chair, slender

His fingers supported his face, his spacious robe wrapped around him, and his collarbone was looming.

The King of the Northern Tomb looked at him fiercely, "Sad to mourn? How do you want me to mourn? How do you mourn me?"

"Your Majesty, don't get angry. If you get angry, your body will be bad." Zhan Qiu said with a smile.

"Are you the prince of Nanyi Kingdom?" The King of the Northern Tomb said in a deep voice.

Zhan Qiu got up and walked forward. He stopped next to the dragon chaise where the Northern Yue Emperor was sitting. His slender fingers were placed on the skeleton of the dragon chaise and rubbed his fingers, "Don't you know, Emperor Beiyue Emperor

Do you have the intention to kill Ye Qingge?"

"Do you know that your words were heard by those who are interested. There will probably be no Nanyi Kingdom in this world tomorrow." The King of the Northern Tomb only found it funny and turned around and was about to leave.

Emperor Beiyue wants to kill Ye Qingge?

How is this possible?

How can such a talented person be willing to kill him?

etc……

talent?
Chapter completed!