Liu Yunchang swept over with a fierce light, which scared Wang Shangdao so much that he shivered and his legs became weak.
"I'm talking to your father, it's your little bastard's turn to interrupt?" Liu Yunchang suddenly sat up and burst out with momentum.
After all, he was the iron-blooded general who fought in battles and killed his life and death. His bloodiness and momentum were far beyond ordinary people.
Liu Yunchang stared at Wang Shangdao intently. Wang Shangdao's eyes were erratic and looked elsewhere, and he did not dare to look at Liu Yunchang. "When I was still in the sect's mansion, you should give in to seven minutes to take a detour when you see me.
What are you? You dare to show off your power in front of me before you even grow your hair?" Liu Yunchang sneered: "Don't say that I am unwilling to go out. If I am really going to go out, if I am really going to go out,
Go, the first one is to cut your head.”
Wang Shangdao moved a little, hid behind Wang Yunhe, poked out a head, a pair of eyes, and quietly looked at Liu Yunchang.
"General Liu, look at you, what's the point of comparison with children?" Wang Yunhedao. Liu Yunchang tilted his head and took out his ears, then put his little finger in front of his mouth and blew it, raising his eyelids lazily looking at him.
Wang Yunhe: "Yunhe, it's not me that your family tradition should be changed. Look at your genius son, what is Wang Qinghong, right? If it weren't for your family tradition, why would he die tragically?"
Liu Yunchang glanced at Wang Shang and said sarcastically: "You are so single now. Even a mediocre person can only be regarded as a treasure. Being born without a single person is right. Wang family leader,
Do less bad things and accumulate some virtue. Let’s not talk about this land for now. If you let the Wang family lose their sons and grandchildren, you will really have no face to face the ancestors of the Wang family.”
After saying that, Liu Yunchang let out a raging laugh.
Wang Yunhe's face turned black and white, and his fingers were trembling with anger.
Even if Wang Yunhe is a person with a good character, he can't help but say that he has no son or grandson when he is pointed at his nose and is sarcastic.
Wang Yunhe was about to speak, but Liu Yunchang stretched out his hand: "Stop, shut up, let me take a good rest. I have sent someone to pass on the letter to Dongzhou. If you have anything to do, tell the empress, don't argue.
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After saying that, Liu Yunchang lay on the soil again, put his hand in front of him to cover the light, and ignored Wang Yunhe and others.
"Dad, she..." Wang Yunhe was unwilling to accept it.
What Liu Yunchang said was that the so-called "destroying his son and his grandson" was cursing him to die?
Wang Yunhe looked at Wang Yunhe coldly and nodded to the attendant. He saw the attendant of the palace taking out the tables and chairs and placing them on the wasteland, and a row of people and horses were blown by the cold wind.
Wang Yunhe was still calm and sat at the table, blew yellow sand and dust smoke to cook fragrant tea. Such a calm temperament was not learned by ordinary people. Bi Yuqing looked inside and outside the barrier and observed the scenery of the wasteland.
Frowning, he pulled Wang Shangdao to one side, and leaned against Wang Shangdao's ear and muttered quietly: "This wasteland bird does not shit, the most valuable thing is a pile of scrap iron ore, Uncle Wang
Why bother?" "You are stupid. This barrier comes from the Three Duke of Luo in the Nine Realms. If it weren't for something good inside, why did the Eastern Emperor use this barrier and let General Liu guard this place? This means
In addition to scrap iron ore, this land must also be
There are other treasures. This land deed cannot be fake, but it is indeed true. Instead of asking the treasures to be enjoyed by the Eastern Emperor, it is better to take them yourself and help me the power of the Wang family." Wang Shangdao shook his head and said smartly
.
Biyuqing's eyes lit up and she quietly observed around her, "The brother of the Supreme Dao is right, there must be a good treasure here!"
Wang Shangdao looked at the gradually sinking sky, walked to his father, and asked, "Father, when will the Eastern Emperor come? If she doesn't plan to come, we can't wait here all the time."
"Your unsustainable temperament must be changed." Wang Yunhe picked up the hot tea from the dusty and strong wind, took a sip of it, looked at the barrier, and smiled mysteriously: "Emperor Dong, will come naturally."
Liu Yunchang moved her eyes away and opened her eyes suddenly to look at the sky. A power grid with blue light covered with frost appeared and faintly appeared.
A hole was torn open at the center of the power grid, and cracks were constantly spreading.
When the crack reaches a vertex, the barrier is considered to be invalid.
Even though the crack spread very slowly, Liu Yunchang was still frightened and breathed.
Liu Yunchang suddenly looked at Wang Yunhe. Wang Yunhe was sitting at the table, carrying a teapot in his hand, pouring tea into a cup, and there was an unfathomable smile on his lips. A cup of hot tea was filled with smoke, and dust rolled, and the horse stomped uneasily.
Holding his hooves, Wang Shangdao and Bi Yuqing were already impatient. The guards who came with him stood like old trees and steady stones, guarding the Wang Canal.
On both sides of the body.
Wang Yunhe was extremely patient. From dawn to dark, Wang Shangdao waited patiently and walked several times to express his anger.
Wang Yunhe looked at Wang Shang with sharp eyes and said, "Your brother can't calm down, but he is not like you. Just like you, how can you hand over the palace to your hands? As General Liu said, you
He is indeed a mediocre person.”
After being scolded for being mediocre, Wang Shangdao became more at ease and stood beside Bi Yuqing and waited silently.
Wang Yunhe drank a cup of tea, his eyes passed by Wang Shangdao, and deep in his eyes were filled with pain.
Since he learned that Wang Qinghong died, he was heartbroken and almost insomnia. I don’t know how many days and nights he was plagued by nightmares.
The only one who is left in the Wang family is Wang Shangdao. Wang Yunhe has no choice but to be old and find a young concubine to have a son?
Then do he want his face?
Now, Wang Yunhe will take the king to the Tao wherever he goes, just to open his horizons, see the world, and make progress.
The King of Piansheng is a fool in this regard, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he cannot support the mud.
Wang Yunhe was so sorry that he looked at his son a few times and sighed.
In the past, he always felt that Wang Qinghong was not calm enough. Now, thinking about it, Wang Qinghong only has this shortcoming, and other places are perfect.
Thinking of the deceased genius son, Wang Yunhe's face showed a painful expression for a moment. Wang Qinghong was trained by him, which really satisfies him.
He always thought that Wang Qinghong was still alive, but later he found out that it was Xue Nu who occupied his son's body.
Wang Yunhe's hand holding the teacup was slightly pressed, and the hot tea splattered everywhere, and the teacup shavings cut his hand, and blood flowed across his fingers.
"Dad, what's wrong with you? Are you injured?" Wang Shangdao hurried over after taking the medicine box of his entourage, put the medicine box on the table, took Wang Yunhe's hand, took out the pieces of the teacup that was trapped in the flesh, and then sprinkled with powder.
Band the wound with a soft snow-white cloth.
Wang Yunhe pulled his hand back and glanced at the attendant. The attendant took out the teacup again. Wang Yunhe looked expressionless and continued to cook tea.
"If your brother is still here, it would be great." Wang Yunhe seemed to have grown a lot in an instant, his voice was weak and exhausted, and he could not have the glorious attitude of living.
The king opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he finally wanted to speak but stopped.
"Father, don't worry, the child will definitely satisfy you." Wang Shangdao said with red eyes.
Wang Yunhe looked at Wang Shang, shook his head, chuckled, and stopped talking.
What is his son’s material? How can he, a father, not know?
Wang Yunhe mechanically repeated the action of cooking tea. If the tea is cold, pour out all the tea and make the tea again.
"Dad, why did your cooked tea arrive again?" Wang Shangdao asked.
Wang Yunhe smelled the fragrance of tea, looked at the table and said lightly: "It would be very rude to drink herbal tea when the guest is here."
The king was smart now, knowing that his father's move was to wait for the Eastern Emperor to come. Bi Yu Qingxu narrowed his eyes, his eyes flashed slightly, and he said softly: "It's just a young girl, Uncle Wang is so concerned."
, I look down on her Eastern Emperor too much. Uncle Wang is the Count of the Divine Realm, and now he controls the four continents of the Divine Realm.
It is so glorious that he is inferior to one person and above ten thousand people, why can he achieve this? And... and Brother Qinghong died because of her... If it weren't for her, Brother Qinghong would have been alive."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yunhe's face changed slightly, and the air around him seemed to have been drained and became thinner, making it difficult for people to breathe.
Wang Shangdao looked at Bi Yuqing in displeasure. Since the Battle of Dongzhou, no one, including him, dared to mention the three words Wang Qinghong in front of Wang Yunhe.
Just now, Liu Yunchang humiliated her head and said that Bi Yuqing was asking for trouble!
The king thought it would be the thunder and anger that was about to come and the wind was filled with storms. However, Wang Yunhe was just stunned for a moment and then made tea.
After adding a cup of tea, Wang Yunhe said: "Since ancient times, who has been the king has not had blood in his hands and has few lives?"
While speaking, Wang Yunhe covered up the pain and murderous aura deep in his eyes!
Jade green drooped his head, with a sad face, and a sinister look in his eyes.
During the Four Continents' Day, even Ye Qingge was her opponent even if he was the Eastern Emperor. Now, Ye Qingge has become a stolen figure in the entire plane, but she... is so inconspicuous.
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