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Chapter 752, the final choice

Familiar voices rang in everyone's ears, including the eight tribes watching the battle, the silent Emperor Soul Team, and Yang Jing and Xi Yuhuang in the fierce battle!

"Brother Cheng??" Xu Yun and others turned around involuntarily, just in time to see Di Cheng, who was carefully supported by Xiao Feng and Sun Qi, slowly coming to the city gate, looking weak, pale, and slightly struggling.

The pace made everyone secretly startled, and they rushed over in a hurry to help.

"Is this show... good to watch?" Di Cheng gasped weakly, and glanced at everyone with cold eyes. The sharpness and coldness in it, the power and oppression contained in it, forced Xu Yun and others to stay where they were.

land.

They were worried about Di Cheng's injury and wanted to come over to help, but they noticed obvious anger in the eyes. Looking back on the many scoldings in the past, this time... they were really scared...

"Brother Cheng, Emperor Xi Yu..." Sha Lang coughed a few times and walked up quickly. As the captain of the Guards, he originally had some say, but...

"I'll settle the score with you later!" Di Cheng gave Sha Lang a cold look.

"Ah?" Sha Lang was obviously stunned for a moment.

"Brother Lang, shush!" Xiao Feng and Sun Qi quietly gestured to Sha Lang, grinning and telling him to shut up.

"I..." Sha Lang still didn't understand what was going on. Just as he was about to speak, he was once again held down by the eyes of the eldest grandson Qianwen who came with him.

Di Cheng coughed weakly, and traces of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. The many brothers looked at it and were heartbroken. But the more this happened, the more oppressive they felt. They all lowered their heads hard, as if they had made a mistake.

The child even breathed as calmly as possible.

Even Ye Wantong's three daughters, who had just followed after receiving the news, were secretly surprised and wisely chose to remain silent.

With the support of Sha Lang and Sun Qi, Di Cheng slowly walked forward. He walked very slowly, which could not hide the difficulty, weakness and pain. Under the sun, people could vaguely see Di Cheng's empress.

The sweat on the back is cold sweat! You can also see the blood on the bandage spreading silently, that is bleeding!

"How can this be good?" Xu Yun and others were anxious and worried, but no one had the order to move forward, so they could only stay in place and worry.

"Brother Cheng, why did you come out?" Yang Jing suppressed his anger a little, stared at Xi Yuhuang coldly, stuck the tungsten stick on the ground hard, and walked quickly towards Di Cheng.

Di Cheng had just undergone an operation that lasted more than 20 hours and was in a coma for three days. The degree of physical weakness can be imagined. There is no need to explain the pain of the wound. He usually wouldn't care about the road this time.

It was so long, so long, when Yang Jing ran over quickly, a strong feeling of suffocation rushed into his brain, his steps faltered, and he almost fell to his knees.

Xiao Feng and Sun Qi hurriedly held him steady: "Brother Cheng, rest first."

"Brother Cheng." Yang Jing also hurriedly came over to help.

Di Cheng closed his eyes and took a breath, waved his hands weakly, and then stood up straight. Facing Yang Jing's careful support and Yang Jing's concerned eyes, Di Cheng looked at each other coldly at this moment...

He didn't speak or respond, he just looked at him coldly and quietly, looking at those bloodshot eyes.

Yang Jing's hand stopped in mid-air, he was stunned for a moment, his eyes flickered slightly, and he couldn't help but avoid it. As the person who had been with Di Cheng for the longest time, he could catch something timid in his eyes.

Di Cheng stared at him for a full three minutes, then turned away and looked at Xi Yuhuang not far away, looked at each other for a moment, and stepped forward.

"Brother Cheng, Emperor Xi Yu..." Yang Jing was worried about Di Cheng's safety and hurriedly spoke out.

But what happened in exchange was...

Bang!!! A crisp slapping sound sounded, and a clear palm print appeared on Yang Jing's cheek.

Yang Jing staggered a few steps due to the slap, with traces of blood seeping from the corners of his mouth. He stared blankly at Di Cheng, for a moment... stunned...

Not only was he stunned, but everyone was stunned as well. The guards on the city wall even opened their mouths, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief, their brains a little blank.

The entire area was silent, and everyone... was looking straight ahead... looking straight at Yang Jing... Di Cheng...

What echoed in my ears for a long time was that loud slap. It echoed for a long time...

Brain...blank...

Di Cheng coughed a few times with difficulty. Because he used too much force, he obviously pulled the wound. The severe pain hit his nervous system again. It took him a long time to recover from the drowsy feeling. He looked at Yang Jing coldly and said:

One sentence: "I thought you were mature!"

The word 'I thought', the word 'mature', and the cold eyes contained a little anger and a little disappointment. At this moment, only Yang Jing felt it truly, truly... in his heart.

Congested...

People in the distance couldn't hear what was said, but Xiao Feng and Sun Qi beside them heard it clearly. They could also feel the heaviness of this situation. As the number one confidant under Di Cheng, these words

How heart-breaking it must be to say it!

Yang Jing touched the palm print on his cheek and looked at Di Cheng intently: "I...Brother Cheng..."

"Go back!" Di Cheng ignored him and wanted to continue walking a few steps forward, but the effect of anger was too strong and the feeling of drowsiness in his brain could not be suppressed. He could only stand where he was and look at Xi Yu from a distance.

The emperor didn't say much, only said: "Go home."

After finishing speaking, with the support of Xiao Feng and Sun Qi, he slowly walked towards the base.

Meiyan let the wheelchair out, and Ye Wantong and Annie quickly pushed it up. Di Cheng did not shirk, and sat on it carefully. His heavy eyelids could no longer support him, and he swayed slightly, falling into a coma.

"Mr. Changsun, hurry up!" The two women called out urgently, carefully and quickly pushing Di Cheng back to the base. The others were also a little panicked and hurriedly followed.

"Both of you, please go home. This is a family scandal, not a foreign matter. I hope we can distinguish clearly." Changsun Qianwen looked at Yang Jing, then at Xi Yuhuang, shook his head, and returned to the base.

The atmosphere above and below the city gate fell into a strange and strange atmosphere. Everyone was stunned, timid, and a little nervous by the scene just now. Xu Yun and the others were not in the mood to pay attention to the 'battle situation', and everything was in one mind.

As the wheelchair rushed towards the emergency center, Yu Yan and others in the Imperial Soul Team no longer paid too much attention and quietly left the crowd.

Yang Jing turned to look at Xi Yuhuang, clenching his fists slowly, the conflict and anger in his eyes still not completely dissipated, but he did not continue to say anything, grabbed the tungsten stick and walked away, leaving only the palm prints on his cheeks.

A burning sting.

Xi Yuhuang looked calmly at the base in front of him and at the somewhat busy crowd. He was finally a little touched deep in his heart, because of that slap, because of those two calm words... go home...

The calmer and more casual he is, the more different things are touched in Xi Yuhuang's heart now...

…go home…go home…go home…

……Home……

There was a long silence, a long pause, a long absence, and finally, he slowly lowered his head and looked at his feet.

Step forward? Or stop, or... turn around and leave...

At the top of the watchtower in the base, Yuwen Huangxue was still immersed in that deep touch, staring at the figure of Xi Yuhuang from a distance. What was shaking deep in his eyes was an emotion that even he himself could not explain clearly, but it was undeniable.

Yes, the hands behind the back... ultimately maintain the offensive posture!

"In the overall situation of the future world, our ultimate enemy will be Tianmen after all. This...it is undeniable..." You Ling appeared next to Yuwen Huangxue at some unknown time, and her hoarse and cold voice sounded clearly in Yuwen Huangxue's ears.

Rings.

Perhaps, this is the first time that You Ling has spoken to Yuwen Huangxue since she stayed in Imperial Soul, and it is also the first time that she mentioned her own opinions.

In normal times, Yuwen Huangxue would be happy about this, but now, all his attention is focused on the black figure in the distance. He was silent for a long time, and only said quietly to himself: "Old Living Buddha... you...

...What exactly...is intended..."

"Yuwen Huangxue, show your hidden power. If you remain silent, the brilliance of Tianmen will eventually cover up the saints." You Ling said bluntly. At this moment, the sharp eyes covered by her long hair slowly turned to Yuwen Huangxue.

Hidden power? He can be sure that the power Yuwen Huangxue possesses is definitely more than what is shown now! Otherwise, why did Skynet deliberately plan to release it and insist on 'alliance' with it! After the betrayal, why did it not take action for many years?

Punishment? If there is support from the Tantric Sect behind Tianmen, forcing Skynet not to dare to send out the strongest killer troops, then... what does Yuwen Huangxue rely on?

The ancient tribe of China that has been passed down for more than a thousand years, and the man behind the Kangba training camp, the first sacred place of black boxing, really has no trump card?!

Although You Ling has a gloomy mind and a vicious approach to things, but...his eyes...see clearly...

Yuwen Huangxue must have a killing move! There must be support! Who is it? Where is it? What is it? Maybe, even Gao Sen doesn’t know!

At the eastern corner of the city wall, Fang Zhongshou did not leave either. His eyes behind the blood-colored lenses stared at Emperor Xi Yu in the distance for a long time.

He saw the scene just now and felt it clearly!

The sea of ​​​​heart that had been without ripples for a long time finally showed a few ripples.

The decision that had been made some time ago has now appeared cracks. Should we go? Should we stay? This decision is the final decision and a permanent decision. How should we choose?

"Tianmen... No. 1... Door God..." After a long silence, Fang Zhongshou spoke softly, intermittently, hoarsely and lowly. Is it because of his feelings, or does each word have its own special meaning.

Or maybe, this is his Fang Zhongshou’s final decision!

Who can tell clearly?

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