On the day Xiao Zitong entered the palace, the sky was fine.
In order to show respect for the emperor, Shen or also ordered her subordinates to bathe and change clothes for her.
Put a ink -colored robe, follow the sanctuary of Shen or the palace, Xiao Zitong to see the glorious palace.
"This palace is a bit similar to the one I live in!"
The emperor's face sitting on the throne became ugly. Several ministers even argued that they accused her of not.
Shen or she asked for her, while pulling her sleeves, signaling her to kneel.
Xiao Zitong saw what he meant, but he just stretched his knees straight.
"He is just an emperor on earth, where can I bear my knees?"
The emperor was furious, and he immediately ordered the purple pupils out to be chopped.
Seeing that a team of people rushed in fiercely, they wanted to martial arts, and Xiao Zihong raised his right hand, a silver light flashed, and the dozens of guards all died instantly.
At that moment, the whole hall was dead.
In the eyes of everyone, she just stretched out her small hand calmly and pointed at the Kowloon chair where the emperor sat down.
"I'm tired, let me sit for a while."
In fact, Xiao Zitong doesn't understand what the chair means.
I just felt that there was only one chair in the whole hall. She could only sit there naturally.
The illusion of the ground is the most barren of the star power among the seven planes.
In this world, there is no surgeon, at most it is to have some martial arts who do not need star power. Who has seen, Xiao Zitong is a divine power.
The emperor sitting on the dragon chair stood up, and when he was down the steps, his feet were soft and fell directly.
Xiao Zitong walked up with satisfactory way, sitting on the dragon chair politely.
I waited for a long time outside the palace door, her calf was already tired, and now she can finally take a break.
Unexpectedly, she just sat well, and the context of Wubai officials had already kneeling on the ground.
"Long live the new emperor!" Long live! "
That day was the fifteenth day of the illusion of Xiao Zitong's arrival.
Later, she knew that the country's name was called a small country in the north of the illusion of the earth. In addition to the abroad of snow, there were three countries on the mainland, which were very powerful.
She also heard that hundreds of years ago, the country of snow was the most powerful kingdom of the earth.
The king of its creation is a teenager who likes to wear ink. No one knows his name. Everyone calls him king.
He killed decisively, and in just one year, he held the entire continent as his hands.
However, after Wang left, the Snow Kingdom gradually fell and was eaten by other countries.
"Is there no thing about that boy at all?"
"Naturally, there are." The master of the country trembled and took the next Phnom Penh ink gold box from the highest shelf. "This is an adult in the early generation of the Snow Kingdom. When Wang was in a good mood, he painted him. The thing left. "
Xiao Zitong took the portrait and opened it.
I saw the portrait is a British boy, but it was like a ten -year -old, but the eyebrows and facial features were very familiar.
Looking at the portrait, Xiao Zitong smiled.
"I guess, it's you!"
The young man in the painting is not someone else, it is Beichen.
Put the portrait on the table, she said with a smile, "Tell me about the situation of the other three countries, I want this world to return to the Snow Kingdom again."