As the intimidating force left, Emperor Jing slowly took a breath, supported the pillar, and stood up unsteadily.
The prince and queen still fell to the ground. It wasn't that they didn't want to get up, but that the last bit of strength in their bodies had been drained out at this time. They were not even as good as a baby, so how could they stand up?
Emperor Jing looked at Nangong Liuyun, who was still sitting there calmly and calmly, with complex meanings in his eyes.
At this moment, Nangong Liuyun was so unfamiliar that even I couldn't recognize him.
At this moment, Emperor Jing seemed to recall the tragic scene when the little Nangong bloodbathed the imperial capital.
Emperor Jing smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.
Nangong Liuyun, who was nearly five years old, was so powerful back then. How could he listen to his orders now? He has really been sitting on the throne for a long time and is used to being comfortable. He can't even understand this truth.
.
"Father..." The prince was half lying on the ground, growling unwillingly. The kneeling just now severely tore off his last trace of dignity, and he was trampled by Nangong Liuyun. Now that he had survived, the prince suddenly
I was upset.
Emperor Jing waved his hand and said to Nangong Liuyun: "Just do whatever you like."
Emperor Jing's voice revealed endless frustration. What had just happened really made him feel frightened, and it was like waking up from a dream. He knew that Nangong Liuyun had grown to the point where even he looked up to him, and there was no way he could control him anymore.
It's possible.
Nangong Liuyun twitched his lips slightly: "Only now do you understand? It's not too late."
Emperor Jing smiled bitterly.
If it weren't for Nangong Liuyun's thunderous strike, I'm afraid he would still be immersed in dreams and unable to see the reality. The reality is that compared with that stinky girl Su Luo, he is not even a p.
In fact, Emperor Jing knew that the problem was with him. If he could have protected Nangong's mother back then, if he could have protected little Nangong after Nangong bloodbathed the imperial capital... Now, he would not do this to his father...
…despise.
When Emperor Jing thought of this, he suddenly felt as if his heart had been stabbed by a snow sword, and it hurt so much that stars appeared in his eyes.
"You guys go back." Emperor Jing waved his hand.
Nangong Liuyun stood up and raised the corners of his lips lightly: "Save me a spot in the Four Kingdoms Tournament."
"Your quota has always been reserved. The remaining nine people have already been in place. If you have time..." After seeing the situation clearly, Emperor Jing's tone was gentler than ever before.
Nangong Liuyun interrupted him coldly and arrogantly: "There are not nine people."
"Huh?" Emperor Jing was puzzled.
"There are only eight people." Nangong Liuyun took Su Luo's hand and said in a tone of voice, "Luo Luo is also participating."
"But..." Emperor Jing frowned immediately. Each of those nine people was above the sixth level. They were the secret power that the Nangong family had hidden for a long time, but wasn't Su Luo only at the fifth level?
Emperor Jing tried to reason with Nangong Liuyun: "In this Four Kingdoms Competition, everyone's strength is above the sixth level. She is only at the fifth level. She will not be able to pass the first level by then."
"You don't have to worry about this." Nangong Liuyun's pretty eyebrows wrinkled.
Emperor Jing snorted angrily. He wasted a spot even though he knew he would lose. This son is really crazy!
Nangong Liuyun didn't give him a chance to refuse. He took Su Luo's hand and walked away slowly.
As soon as they left, the atmosphere suddenly relaxed.
"Father..." The prince was about to cry. He had just walked away from the gate of hell, and only now did he feel that he was truly alive.