Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1670
Wu Chanxu looked at Chunyu Ye's eyes, and the eyes flickered.

"I don't know, His Royal Highness Zhai, you were so interested in that prophecy."

After the fall of the Qin Empire, very few people in the monastery cared about that prophecy any more.After all, what the Xirong people were most concerned about in the prophecy has been realized.

For the Xirong people, the Emperor Taizu and the Great Commander and Shao Commander, who they hated so much, are dead, so the next step is to gather strength, break through the Great Wall of Eternal Night, and eliminate the hunger they have been forced to hide in the Mobei grassland for years. And the depression all vented out.

As for the three Yinghuo stars, it is not important anymore.

Before Emperor Taizu died, Chunyu Ye was a so-called "Ying Huo Xing" who was sought after by the royal court of Xirong for a while, but when Emperor Taizu died, many people, including the White Wolf King, lost all respect for him. Interested.

Chunyuye was also not very interested in his identity as "Yinghuoxing".

Based on his suspicion since he was a child, he probably thought that this prophecy was just a lie fabricated by the monastery in order to regain the favor of the White Wolf King.

To be honest, if he was in this prophecy, Wu Chanxu would think so too.

Wu Chanxu narrowed his eyes.

Although the master has great supernatural powers, he is very clear that divination is just a method for that adult.

For the master of the Chanyuan, everything in this world can be used.

If you really believe every word of the master of the Chanyuan, then the only one who will suffer is yourself.

He and Chunyu Ye have fully realized this by using their bodies since they were young.

However, Chunyuye mentioned this prophecy again today, which surprised Wu Chanxu.

Chunyuye rolled his eyes slightly and glanced at him, "Do you think I'm interested in prophecy?"

Wu Chanxu suddenly understood, "Are you interested in your brother?"

"Brother?" Chunyu Ye sneered, "How do you know, it must be my brother?"

This kind of fabricated prophecy is already false enough, but it can still predict that the two stars are the blood of the White Wolf King.

How could the master of the Buddhist monastery be so clear about God's arrangement?

"Longevity is in the sky," Wu Chanxu smiled, "His Royal Highness, you either don't believe it, or you believe it all."

His master could indeed fabricate prophecies, but Wu Chanxu had to admit that his master was also the man he knew in this world who was closest to a god.

In terms of divination skills, no one in Xirong can match the master of the Buddhist monastery.

That's why the White Wolf King knew that he might be talking nonsense, but he didn't dare to deal with him.

Because this prophecy... might be true, too.

Wu Chanxu lowered his head slightly. It was precisely because he successfully predicted the candidate for this generation of White Wolf King that his master jumped from a slave to the master of the Buddhist monastery.

Such a legendary experience is a complete "miracle" in Xirong.

Therefore, the White Wolf King cannot deny his master's prophecy. Once he denies it, it is tantamount to denying himself.

Wu Chanxu narrowed his eyes.

"His Royal Highness, why are you looking for that second star?"

Chunyuye withdrew his bleeding hand, hastily wrapped a cloth strip around his wrist, and said flatly, "What do you think I am doing it for?"

Wu Chanxu smiled, "You want to kill him?"

Chunyuye stopped bandaging and sneered, "Don't you understand this very well?"

"Why did you kill him?"

Wu Chanxu looked at the thin young man in front of him with great interest.Back then, when Chunyu Ya was bullying him unscrupulously, Wu Chanxu had predicted that one day Chunyu Ya would definitely die badly.

Those who bully young wolves will have their throats bitten off.

But although Chunyuye was bloodthirsty, he didn't kill indiscriminately.

Three Yinghuoxing could bring chaos in the world, which is exactly what the Buddhist monastery wanted to see, so it was absolutely impossible for his master to order Chunyuye to kill Yinghuoxing.

Then, why did Chunyuye want the second star to die?

Chunyu Ye's green pupils flickered, "Master Wu Chan, you have too many questions."

"Why don't you tell me?" Wu Chanxu laughed maniacally when he heard the words, "No one in the monastery will believe what I say."

"That's because you're a lunatic," Chunyu Ye said calmly.

What Wu Chanxu said was right, because his behavior was too moody and unpredictable, his words would never be believed by other Buddhist elders.

As for the master of the monastery...

How could he hide his ambition from him.

"Why do I want to kill him?" Chunyu Ye's eyes were calm, "Because he blocked my way."

Hearing these words, Wu Chanxu's eyes changed.

"His Royal Highness, do you want to become the White Wolf King?"

A large piece of snow fell from the top of their heads and hit the wolf fur hats on their heads. The agate eyes inlaid on the tops of their hats stared blankly at the distant mountains.

Chunyuye stood motionless on the snowy ground, and glanced at Wu Chanxu faintly.

"Why, is it strange?"

"Among the twelve Zhai kings, is there anyone who doesn't want to be the White Wolf King?"

Wu Chanxu's originally crazy and chaotic eyes suddenly became complicated.

He fixedly looked into Chunyu Ye's eyes.

Chunyu Ye's eyes were the same green as the current White Wolf King's.But Wu Chanxu could tell the difference between the two.

Chunyuye's green pupils were not inherited from the White Wolf King, but from another pair of eyes with a softer color.

"His Royal Highness," Wu Chanxu said calmly, "I'm afraid your mother would not want you to become the White Wolf King."

Xueluo was silent, but Chunyuye's green pupils suddenly turned crazy with blood.

"Don't mention my mother!"

He punched the boulder behind him, and large snowflakes fell down.

Wu Chanxu was smashed all over, but stood motionless on the snow.

Chunyu Ye glared at him like an enraged beast, but the next moment, the blood in his eyes faded, and became strange and profound.

"Master Wu Chan," he stepped forward, brushed the snow off Wu Chanxu's shoulder with his hand, with a smile on his lips.

"I didn't expect you to recognize my mother."

How many men did his mother know?Isn't it enough to be killed by two men?
Wu Chanxu glanced at him, he knew what Chunyu Ye was thinking, but he didn't explain.

He was a lunatic, and who did a lunatic need to explain to?

The corner of Wu Chanxu's mouth curled into a smile, and the woman who handed a piece of tsampa to him who was crawling on the ground like a dog in the cold night flashed past his eyes.

"Master Wu Chan, if I die, can you help me kill Ah Ye?"

"Please, kill that child before he is used to death."

Princess Zhiyun's beautiful face and dying appearance before her death intertwined in front of him.

Wu Chanxu looked at the young man in front of him expressionlessly.

No one knew that Princess Zhiyun's last wish before her death was to kill her own son.

Unfortunately, she doesn't know.

Such an important matter cannot be entrusted to a lunatic.

"His Royal Highness King Zhai," Wu Chanxu brushed away Chunyuye's hand on his shoulder, and grinned playfully.

"I wish you the best of luck, wish come true."

Wouldn't it be interesting if Chunyu Ye became the White Wolf King?

(End of this chapter)