The black sword edge of Jiuzhou Han shone with a dark brilliance under the bright light.
All staff in the laboratory have left early.
Not long after the ultra-high temperature furnace went out, the empty hall was silent and hot.
The divine weapon that was broken into two pieces was placed on a huge platform, deep and quiet.
Somewhat bleak, even desolate.
The saint's palm slowly touched the cold edge of the sword.
Jiuzhou Han's sword intent seemed to resonate with his palm, but it was a little slow and seemed weak.
The saint's eyes were filled with regret, or pity: "What a pity."
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit."
Wang Shengxiao stood beside him, calm and emotionless.
The saint nodded, then shook his head.
He looked at Jiuzhou Han, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said softly: "How about following me?"
Jiuzhou Han already has a will of his own. It may not be as agile as Xuanyuan Feng and cannot express his emotions, but strictly speaking, it can be regarded as a life now, but it is just a little ignorant.
The saint lightly tapped the edge of Jiuzhou Han's sword and said softly: "I will take you to find the other you."
Jiuzhou Han's sword edge suddenly shook.
A blur of emotions spread from the sword.
Some hesitation, some reluctance, some yearning.
Swords and people are different after all.
People may need some other things to understand what Xuanyuan Feng is.
But the ignorant Jiuzhou Han would not.
In Eastern Europe, when two swords collide instantly, it can already understand that it is another self.
A more complete self.
It was cut off by another self.
The saint looked at it quietly, feeling his reluctance and said nothing.
I don’t know if it was the same way when Beihai Wang gave Jiuzhou Han to Dongcheng Huangtu for the first time many years ago or many years later.
But any life longs for completeness and freedom.
So he said no more and waited quietly.
"Click."
In the clear sound of collision, Jiuzhou Han's two broken sword edges collided slightly, and he seemed to have made a decision.
The two sword blades moved slightly towards the saint and quickly shrunk.
The saint held out his palm.
The extremely soft Kyushu cold enveloped the Saint's fingers, spreading upwards and eventually turning into a black arm guard.
The saint lowered his head and touched the arm guard, feeling a little happy.
He turned his head and looked at Wang Shengxiao.
"Let's go after dinner?"
Wang Shengxiao smiled calmly.
He seemed to have no emotions, and seemed to have suppressed all his emotions.
From this moment on, the number one fierce soldier who had accompanied the Beihai Wang family for hundreds of years left the Beihai Wang family, and would be accompanied by another genius in his long career.
This fact is bloody for everyone in the Beihai Wang family.
But Wang Shengxiao showed nothing.
For the first time, the saint felt an unfathomable city from this new patriarch of Beihai.
This is something that even Li Tianlan doesn't have.
A flash of vigilance flashed deep in his eyes, and then he shook his head: "No need."
He whispered: "I'm in a hurry to go back. Regarding the hospital, I can't leave for too long."
Wang Shengxiao was silent for a moment and nodded: "That's fine."
He stretched out his hand to signal the saint to leave with him, and said softly: "How are the injuries of the two highnesses?"
Since they were cooperating, the Saint didn't mind revealing some information. He shook his head and said, "Not very good."
Nowadays, the hospital he guards still houses many wounded people from the chaos in Eastern Europe. More than a year has passed, and some people have left the hospital, such as Gongsun Qi and Yi, the Four Spirit Admirals, and Xuanwu will also leave the hospital in the near future.
And in the hospital he was guarding, the two most seriously injured were also the two most powerful.
Tribulation.
Lixi.
Their injuries have still not improved. Since the First World War in Eastern Europe, the two of them are still in a deep coma without any improvement.
Li Xi's position is unclear.
If Jie can wake up, the number one master in the dark world may not be Lin Fengting.
Now an invincible killer codenamed Jue has become the number one killer in the dark world, standing at the top. If Zed can wake up and recover, how terrifying will a super assassin who has crossed the limit of the peak invincibility be?
, no one can imagine.
Wang Shengxiao nodded. Hearing the news, he didn't know whether he felt good or bad.
The helicopter on the tarmac is on standby after being resupplied.
The saint shook hands with Wang Shengxiao, without saying anything else, boarded the helicopter and left the Imperial Army Mountain directly.
Next, he will go to the Central Plains to deliver Jiuzhou Han, and then return to Youzhou as quickly as possible to guard the seriously injured people standing next to Li Tianlan.
them.
Wang Shengxiao stood on the tarmac, looking up at the helicopter taking off, getting farther and farther in the sky, and eventually turned into a small black dot. He did not speak for a long time.
Silently, the tall Huang walked over, walking as lightly as a big cat.
"This man is very strong."
She looked up at the direction the helicopter was leaving and spoke slowly.
"How can it be possible that the deputy palace master of the Eastern Palace is not strong?"
Wang Shengxiao said quietly: "According to our analysis, although he is over forty years old, he still has a high possibility of entering the realm of peak invincibility. His foundation is too stable."
Huang nodded and said yes.
"Jiuzhou Han, did he take it?"
Huang asked.
Wang Shengxiao hummed.
"The King of Fierce Soldiers, did he take it?"
She repeated it again.
Wang Shengxiao's eyebrows moved and she hummed again.
"Ah."
Huang laughed, a little sarcastically: "What a Beihai Wang family, they really have a great family and a great business."
Wang Shengxiao said nothing.
"Everyone is worried about the future of Beihai. I don't think there is anything to worry about."
Huang Wei sneered: "How could such a large family fortune collapse in an instant? You are now the clan leader of Beihai. Today you will send it to the Human Emperor, tomorrow you will send it to the troops of the heavens, and tomorrow you will send the immortality potion. It is really not possible to send half of Beihai. The future time will be so
Long, Beihai is so big, it can always be sustained for decades by giving the family money."
Wang Shengxiao frowned suddenly, looked at Huang, and said slowly: "Who told you that I was giving away my family fortune?"
"I don't need to be told."
Huang said calmly: "This is the fact. No matter how big the Beihai foundation is, it is impossible to ignore the fierce soldiers. If you tell me that the Human Emperor is not part of the Beihai Wang family, I will believe it. You just said that you have a family."
I also believe in Ten Thousand Human Emperors, as long as you believe it yourself."
"I'm very happy to see Beihai like this."
She turned around slowly: "It's just that I still feel a little sorry for my sister."
"The Wang family of Beihai does not need anyone to feel sorry for her, nor does she need anyone to pity her."
Wang Shengxiao said softly: "Of course the Wang family in Beihai will not have ten thousand human emperors."
"But you are right about one thing. The Wang family of Beihai is indeed a great family and a great business."
He looked at Huang's back and said calmly: "I can give him the emperor naturally because the Beihai Wang family has something better than the human emperor. Such a simple truth, aunt, why don't you understand?"