"I'm telling you, I don't have that much patience. If I don't hear the answer tomorrow, just wait and see."
The cold voice echoed in the main hall of the Snow Holy Kingdom's palace, with determination and a bit of embarrassment, yes, irritation.
****, aren’t you just sad because you don’t want Liu Yue?
It is true that you have laid such a disaster for yourself.
Xuanyuan Che vomited blood in anger and walked out of the hall with a cold face.
"Why?"
Seeing that Xuanyuan Che was about to step out of the hall, Yun Zhao, who had his back turned to him, suddenly made a sound.
Why? Why give him such an attitude? Why?
Looking up at the blue sky in front of him, Xuanyuan Che pondered for a moment and then said slowly: "Because I admit that Snow Holy Kingdom lost, not you."
Because I admit that Snow Holy Kingdom lost, not you.
The faint words spread throughout the empty hall with the sudden autumn wind.
Yun Zhao's eyes turned blood red instantly, and his calm face, which had always been expressionless, began to crack bit by bit.
He didn't lose.
It was Snow Holy Kingdom who lost, not him.
"Hahaha..." Looking up, Yun Zhao suddenly laughed out loud.
There was too much sadness and indignation in that laughter, too much helplessness, too much hurt, too much resentment, too much time and space, and too many emotions mixed in it.
Tears ran down the man's cheeks, falling amidst the laughter.
Without looking back at Yun Zhao, Xuanyuan Che strode out.
This world is never fair.
Autumn is desolate, but also mature.
The breeze rolls behind the curtains, but who knows that the autumn wind is ruthless?
Golden light dances, and the dragon ascends to the sky.
The national temple offers sacrifices and the dynasty returns to heaven.
In the vast sunshine, Yun Zhao, dressed in a pale yellow python robe, signed a surrender letter with Tianchen King Xuanyuan Che in front of the national temple.
Presented the jade seal of the Snow Saint Kingdom.
"By God's blessing, the emperor issued an edict: It has been 371 years since the founding of Snow Saint, and twenty-three generations of emperors have passed. Now, facing the invasion of foreign enemies, we are unable to defend the land of Snow Saint, and we cannot protect the people of Snow Saint. How incompetent we are.