There was no wave in his tone: "Wait a little longer."
"Okay." Nangong Xiaomiao pouted and put down her little paws obediently. He had no idea that right in front of his eyes, Hei Si would take the form of an angel.
Nie Long, who also misjudged her, has already suffered. If she hadn't sucked Nangong Xiaomiao's blood earlier, she could still have dealt with the yet-to-be-formed Hei Si.
After all, the resentment is strong, and it can at least last half a stick of incense.
However, she is no match for Michael now!
The devil in the evil dragon's belly seemed to be aware of the uneasiness in the outside world, and began to desperately absorb the resentment around him.
The moths outside the palace, upon receiving the call, stopped attacking the target, paused in mid-air, and then flew towards the Chaoyang Palace in a swarm.
A single moth does not scare people, but a group of moths can make people feel scared.
They were waving their wings, with transparent threads still remaining at the corners of their mouths, surrounding Hei Si's head one after another, with their black mouths open, which was extremely terrifying.
Hei Si stood in the middle, walking slowly over. The light emitted from his body instantly turned those moths into nothing.
Although the Demon King is very powerful, he is still an unborn fetus after all. No matter how hard he struggles, he still does not have the ability to reverse the situation.
But it is not afraid, because he knows that even if Michael comes, he cannot find the right way to prevent his birth!
However, at this moment, there was another side that he didn't notice.
Nangong Xiaomiao shook her little body, with her back to Hei Si, her little paws pulled apart the black cloth, and her eyes looked at the strange door that the eunuch mentioned just now.
He was most unfamiliar with his grandfather's working habits.
That person would not just throw something into the palace casually.
Nangong Xiaomiao stretched out her hand and let out an impressive hey!
In fact, the door opened without much effort at all.
It was as if he was waiting for someone from Nangongyuan to turn him on.
Behind the door is a scimitar that glows with golden light. The knife is made very strangely, with the shape of a crescent moon and the words "Exorcism" written on it.
It's not big, the workmanship is very exquisite, and it has a black gemstone inlaid on it.
Nangong Xiaomiao took it over, put it on the little fangs and bit it...
moment!
Nielong's figure froze on the spot.
How could someone as smart as Hei Si fail to notice her change? When he raised his eyes and glanced at the little man with his back turned to him, he quickly retracted his wings behind him!
"Hei Xiaosi..." When Nangong Xiaomiao turned around, he only had time to see a faint flash of light. He rubbed his eyes and ran over without paying attention: "I found this.
"
Nielong's complexion completely changed, turning pale without a trace of blood.
Hei Si stretched out his hand to catch the little man who was about to fall.
Nangong Xiaomiao blinked her big amber eyes, looked at Nie Long, then looked at the scimitar in her palm, and whispered in Hei Si's ear: "She seems to be very afraid of this meow, you hold it
Go fight her, my mother said, just to bully people without weapons."
Hei Si:……
"Go quickly." Nangong Xiaomiao pulled his hand.
Hei Si glanced at the word "Exorcism" on the scimitar, and as soon as his fingers touched the handle, he felt waves of hot burns.
Nangong Xiaomiao was still looking up at him, her beautiful eyes full of encouragement.
Hei Si thought for a while, then stretched out his hand to wrap Nangong Xiaomiao's little hand holding the exorcism knife, and a glimmer of light flashed in his black pupils.
This scimitar should only be used by people with the blood of the Nangong family...
At this moment, Nie Long took a step back abruptly and reached out to protect his stomach, but his expression became extremely complicated the next moment.
She only had time to whisper: "King."
Hei Si and Nangong Xiaomiao jointly slashed his throat with a knife!
Evil dragons are inner demons that breed from the evil of the human heart, and this exorcism knife that existed in ancient times is her nemesis!
With just such a slash, the evil dragon turned into a puddle of black sewage at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Outside the palace, swarms of flying moths let out ear-piercing screams, and then, one after another, they turned into ashes.
The dark clouds receded, revealing a peaceful light.
The earth was dyed a charming golden color by the setting sun.
The sky is on the line.
The snow-white earth seemed to have been washed again, glowing with sparkling whiteness.
Those people who had been possessed by moths stopped wandering around and looked at the blood on their clothes with blank expressions on their faces.
As the moth disappears, so do people's memories.
Some people become empty shells, and some people's first reaction after waking up is to go home.
The cavalrymen standing in the palace crushed the white dust under their feet.
They have not been manipulated by moths, which means that the Hei family's conspiracy to usurp the throne is not over yet...
The black horses stood in rows, and in the snowy dust, a cavalryman jumped off the horse, lifted up Zhao Hu who was pressing his forehead, and asked anxiously: "Boss, what is going on inside?"
When Zhao Hu heard someone speaking, he woke up from the trance he had just been in. His face suddenly turned pale and colorless. Such a terrifying memory, even if he thinks about it now, makes him, a man accustomed to the battlefield, tremble with fear.
When they looked at the little eunuch who led them in, he was scared to death.
"Boss? Boss?" The cavalryman shook Zhao Hu, who was a little distracted.
Zhao Hu's expression changed: "Quick, rush in and save Master Si, Your Majesty, Your Majesty has been secretly killed!"
When the cavalry heard this, they all gasped.
Just then, there was a bang!
The wooden door of Chaoyang Hall opened.
In the darkness, two small figures slowly walked out from inside.
The setting sun in the west bursts out with thousands of rays of golden light, sweeping across the land with dazzling brilliance.
The silent slap on the two little people's handsome faces seemed to be coated with a layer of gold.
The back was stretched to be extremely long and slender, like a scene that only appears in comics, indescribably delicate and beautiful.
Zhao Hu's eyes widened and he walked over anxiously: "Master Si, are you okay?"
"It's okay." Hei Si maintained a high degree of facial paralysis. When he saw the little person next to him walking staggeringly, he simply reached out and picked up the child. His angular profile was facing Zhao Hu, without a trace of emotion: "Take everything."
Everyone is called to Jinluan Hall, I have something to announce."
Zhao Hu responded with a "yes" and jumped onto the horse.
He is a man who knows the rules.
The emperor has gone now.
The princes are not in the palace, so Master Si is the biggest here.
Or maybe, deep down, he didn't want to disobey Master Si's order.
Zhao Hu's ability was evident. In just half a stick of incense, all the court ministers were summoned in front of the Jinluan Palace.
White stone jade bridge, dragon sculpture emerges.
Nangong Xiaomiao sucked the tomato in her hand and yawned lazily: "Hei Xiaosi, where are we going now?"
Hei Si didn't answer and asked instead: "Sleepy?"
"I'm not sleepy. I got a treasure today. I have to go to my mother soon to sell it and exchange it for silver." Nangong Xiaomiao looked at the scimitar that fell on her waist and smiled proudly, like a cunning bird.
Little kitten.
Hei Si wiped the corners of the mouth of Nangong Xiaomiao, who loved to eat, and then walked up to the white stone jade bridge in front of the palace gate.
Some people are born with an innate aura. Under such a strong aura, many people will give in.
Obviously, Heisi is this kind of person.
He was holding a little man who was a head shorter than himself. His cool black trench coat and robes rustled in the north wind, and the wind from all directions fluttered the cloak on his body. He was always restrained and fascinated, and his temperament was outstanding.
The ministers gathered outside the main hall took a big step back and consciously made way for Hei Si. Every gesture and gesture showed their respect.
Nangong Xiaomiao was lying on Hei Si's shoulder, her glass-like eyes full of curiosity.
Hei Si walked into the hall, but his footsteps did not stop there. Instead, he stepped on the steps made of marble. Stepping on his black boots, the whole hall echoed with the crisp sound, which made people involuntarily
I held my breath.
When Hei Si stood next to the dragon chair, the officials looked at me and me, but they didn't dare to say anything.
Probably I had already thought of such an ending.
The emperor is ill and there is no prince in the court. There is always one person from the three major families who has to support half of the country.
Some veterans couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, but they had to admit that this was the reality.
Hei Si didn't speak, he just stood high on the dragon platform, looking down at his feet, his whole body was full of dignity.
Just when everyone thought it was time for a change of dynasty.
He bent down slightly and placed the little man on the dragon chair that so many people were trying to sit on.
Instantly, the hall was in an uproar!
What's going on?
The children raised by the Hei family are even given away the throne?!
Not everyone can afford that seat.
What on earth is the young master of the Hei family thinking!
Nangong Xiaomiao didn't understand why Hei Xiaosi put him on this dragon throne, so he frowned slightly to express his displeasure.
Hei Si covered the child with the fur cloak and lifted his robe upwards, covering the little man until only a pair of big amber eyes were exposed. He was as delicate as a toy.
He reached out and stroked Nangong Xiaomiao's eyebrows.
Nangong Xiaomiao is basically an easy kid to coax, she smiles with her little fangs exposed, and her shrewdness that regards wealth as life is revealed everywhere.
When the officials saw this scene, they didn't know what to say.
Zhao Hu took a step forward, clasped his hands in his fists, and said hesitantly: "Master Si, it's not appropriate for Master Xiao Miao to sit there. How about I take Master Xiao Miao down first, and wait until you finish announcing the matter?"
Will you accompany Mr. Meow again?"
Originally, this proposal could almost be regarded as a perfect method.