When these strange characters appeared, my heart was extremely complicated. It turned out that my father was like this, and my mother turned out to be so beautiful.
I wanted to reach out and grab it, but was held down by a hand beside me: "Princess, this is just an illusion."
Looking at Liuchi, I felt indescribable emotion and helplessness.
Why is everything in the environment so real and alluring? But the cruel thing is that it is so close yet so unreal and cannot be touched at all.
I slowly took my hand back.
I kept convincing myself that the people in the fantasy were the opera singers, and I was the audience. As a bystander, I should maintain a neutral attitude.
At this time, I heard the person on the dragon throne speak: "How many people are coming from the other side?"
Liuchi in the illusion stood up. At that time, he was not dressed like he is now. I saw him wearing a silver armor, with a blooming lotus entwined on his chest, holding a silver gun, standing proudly, holding his arms.
Fist said: "Replying to Zun Huang, there are five million people in total, and more than three million of them have broken through the miasma and are heading here to kill."
I was frightened by this number, three million? What is that concept? All of them could cover the Liuli Mountain, but there are one million people who stay at the lowest end of the Liuli Mountain forever. They have not even gone up.
The battlefield was already poisoned with gas.
"How many people are we?" Zunhuang asked again.
Liuchi in the illusion did not hesitate: "Fifteen hundred people."
Wha...what?
One thousand and five...did I hear it correctly? One thousand and five? I was frightened again. The most arrogant thing I have ever heard is this sentence. One of us can drown you with our spit. Now I feel that three hundred people together
If you spit, you might really be able to drown these 1,500 people.
"Honor the emperor, the common people are innocent, maybe there is another way." A soft and pleasant voice sounded.
I know who is speaking. This is my mother, who has the same eyebrows as me.
It turns out that my mother is so kind. I can't help but feel a little angry. If those people at the bottom of the mountain hear this, will they rush up without hesitation?
At this time, a figure suddenly broke into the hall, and I was stunned. Isn't this person the one I saw in my dream? His body was penetrated by iron chains, and he was covered in blood.
At this time, this man was holding a golden gun, and the gun tip slid across the ground, making a metallic friction sound. Jun Yi's evil face was full of coldness and cruelty before killing.
"Father, the enemy has already reached us, why don't we fight back?" the man in the phantom asked coldly.
"Kill them, and more people will come. How many do you want to kill before you are satisfied?" the man on the dragon chair said majestically.
"Haha, that means, do nothing and let those stupid people attack? Those who are willing to protect their homeland will follow me!" Ao Ying turned around and walked out.
Looking at his back, he looked so majestic and proud, with the red cape hanging behind him.
There was a commotion in the hall, and someone started to move, and then followed Ao Ying and walked outside in full view of everyone.
They were there to protect their homeland from being trampled upon, and they were not wrong.
The emperor in the phantom, my father, closed his eyes in pain.
The screen quickly turned around and came to the killing battlefield. Sure enough, looking at the darkness, I couldn't tell who was who. I could only see countless heads heaving. They rushed towards the city gate like hungry wolves and chopped wildly.
