Chapter 565 I want to draw my sword and slaughter Tianlong!
The divine warrior man came in the moonlight. His figure was carefree, free and elegant, and his scenery was as bright as the moon, making him look like a man among gods.
Xia Mang looked at this person, his eyes suddenly narrowed, especially sharp, because the person who came was Nanzhao Marquis Xue Longyong, who was also Xue Nianchu's biological father.
"I've known for a long time that you are not simple, but I didn't expect that you would have the courage to accept Mu Chu's invitation to fight."
Xue Longyong, a powerful man, looked at Xia Mang, with a strange color in his eyes, and said: "I heard that on the other side of the world, outside the forbidden world, outside the fog and miasma, there is a young man who has made waves... His name is also Xia
Mang, do you think it’s a coincidence or not?”
"On the other side of the world, is the Forbidden Heaven Locked by Mist Miasma?" Xia Mang's pupils shrank, "What do you mean?"
"It seems that you are not clear about many things." Xue Longyong said to himself: "Well, that's right. Your memory seems to have been impacted by external forces and was temporarily lost. You have forgotten too much..."
"You seem to know a lot?" Xia Mang couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.
"It's not too much, but you basically know everything you need to know."
Xue Longyong said casually: "It is said that the young man with the same name as you was born in a noble family in Tianhuang, and even ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor for a time. Unfortunately, he did not seem to have the emperor's destiny. He only served as the king for seven days and then died.
He conquered the country and became the king of the subjugated country. Well, he was knocked down from the throne by the woman he had admired since childhood, his master..."
"He became the king of a subjugated country, that is, a bereaved dog, wandering around the world... There he was surrounded by enemies everywhere, and many people wanted his life..." He looked at Xia Mang, his expression becoming more and more playful.
"So miserable? Is his name also Xia Mang?"
Xia Mang's reaction was very dull. His eyes were calm and calm, and he said casually: "I thought Nianchu gave me a good name, but it turns out that it has been ruined for a long time..."
Xue Longyong squinted at Xia Mang, his expression changing.
Xia Mang was silent for a moment and then said: "He has many enemies?"
Xue Longyong nodded, "A lot."
Xia Mang remained silent. His memory was chaotic. Although it was gradually recovering, it had not really recovered. It was still very vague and he could not remember the past. But he knew that the "Xia Mang" Xue Longyong spoke of should be him.
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"I once ascended the throne, once became the emperor, and became the king of a subjugated country... It turns out that I have had such a wonderful life." He smiled bitterly, feeling that his life was really full of ups and downs.
"This Xia Mang shouldn't be you, right?" Xue Longyong looked at Xia Mang, his eyes half smiling but not smiling.
Xia Mang was speechless. How should he answer this? What he wanted to know most now was how he lost his memory. He felt that something was wrong. Why did he suddenly lose his memory?
"Actually, even you have nothing to fear." Xue Longyong suddenly said: "Because that young man named Xia Mang has a very powerful father named Xia Wushang..."
"Xia Wushang?" Xia Mang said to himself.
"Of course, the premise of all this is that Xia Wushang is still alive..." Xue Longyong added.
Xia Mang was speechless and couldn't help but said: "Then is Xia Wushang dead?"
"I don't know." Xue Longyong shook his head and said, "It is said that he died under the joint siege of several great supernatural powers from outside the territory."
"A person with great supernatural powers?" Xia Mang's eyes burst out with a sharp light.
"A great hero of a generation, a peerless figure, Xia Wushang." The mute old man suddenly spoke, and his eyes that had been cloudy for many years suddenly became clear, and a frightening light flashed across his eyes.
Xia Mang's body trembled suddenly.
Xue Longyong seemed unaware of this. He looked at the mute old man, narrowed his eyes and said, "Senior, you have been sitting in the ancestral temple for many years, have you ever heard of Xia Wushang?"
He knew that this mute old man was not a simple man and had a long history, because he vaguely remembered that as long as he could remember, there had been an old man guarding the ancestral temple who could not speak. However, many years later, he was still the same as before.
He has been as old and vicissitudes of life as he is today, but decades have passed by in a flash, and time does not seem to have left many traces on him.
He is a mysterious old man who spends his whole life carving wood carvings in temples.
"Xia Wushang, a legend of an era, whose name is so powerful that it is known to all the demon lands in the ten directions. Of course I have heard of it too." The mute old man's voice remained the same as before, and he seemed to be feeling a little emotional.
Xue Longyong looked at the mute old man for a moment, then looked away. He looked at the silent Xia Mang and said: "The people behind the scenes control the life and death battle, and I can't interfere. Your life or death depends entirely on yourself."
He turned around, walked a few steps, stopped again, turned to Xia Mang and said, "If you lose in this battle, I will take Nianchu away and return to Nanzhao Hou Mansion!"
He looked at Xia Mang deeply, and after a moment, he walked away.
"Xue Longyong, you are not worthy to be Nianchu's father!" Xia Mang raised his head, looked at Xue Longyong's back, and spoke coldly, his voice chilling to the bone.
Xue Longyong suddenly stopped. He turned around again, stared at Xia Mang with squinted eyes, and said coldly: "It's not your turn to tell me how I should act!"
"What does it mean to be a mere little prince?" Xia Mang said coldly.
"It's true that I'm not as good as Xia Wushang, but if I want to kill you, it can only be done with the snap of a finger!"
Xue Longyong looked down at Xia Mang and said indifferently: "Xia Mang, I hope you know one thing. The reason why you are alive today is because of Nianchu. Otherwise, the moment you were brought back to the Hou Mansion from the Cangming Coast by her,
He’s already dead!”
Then, he coldly said "Don't let my daughter collect the body for you", turned around and left. His tall figure disappeared into the night and soon disappeared.
The mute old man glanced at the direction where Xue Longyong disappeared, and said to himself: "The Dragon Controlling Palace has been in decline for many years, but after all, there are still a few good boys in this life..."
Xia Mang didn't pay attention to Xue Longyong's ridicule. He just stood in front of the ancestral temple, looking at the statue of a man coiled with a dragon, his eyes flickering, as if he was thinking about something.
"One person coils a dragon to control the world..."
There was a strange light shining in the depths of Xia Mang's eyes, "I have a grand plan in my heart, so I should draw my sword and slay the dragon!"
The mute old man's snow-white eyebrows twitched slightly.
Xia Mang looked at him, smiled and said: "Senior, I can lend you a carving knife."
The mute old man nodded slightly, his face remaining calm.
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The stars are hidden and the moon is sinking, and the morning light is shining all over. In the small courtyard, clear dewdrops hang on the green grass and green leaves, gently sliding down, reflecting fluorescence, as clear as glass.
The small courtyard is full of spring and warms the heart.
Xia Mang and Xue Nianchu had already gotten up. After breakfast, he held Xue Nianchu's hand and went out for a walk, then returned to the small courtyard.
In fact, in the past six months, they have been like this, calm, quiet, and peaceful, living a plain but warm life.
This was one of the few warm moments in Xia Mang's life.
Even a long time later, when he was fighting against people, fighting against heaven and earth, fighting against demons, dueling with "Eternals", contending with the heavens, and sinking into the abyss of life and death, he still could not forget this memory.
In later generations, who would have thought that Xia Shaohuang, who had been conquering for a lifetime, would also have a dreaming paradise deep in his cold heart?
This small courtyard carries so many memories for him.
Deep down in his bones, he yearns for warmth and peace. Unfortunately, he is born in troubled times and cannot help himself.