bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 330 Beloved (End of this volume)

Go out from the Xuanri Gate of the Imperial Palace and go to Xiantai, a total of 360 steps.

"The wish of a prosperous year, the emperor invites immortals—"

With Wen Yongxing's old and powerful voice shouting, under the attention of all people, amidst the shaking drums, the absolute protagonist of the picture finally showed his figure.

It was a solemn and luxurious gown, embroidered with the most extraordinary Nine Dragon pattern.

An ancient bronze sword hung from his waist, and an equally ancient crown was on his head.

As long as the position is correct, as long as the identity is correct, it doesn't matter if the sword in hand is fake.

Han Dongwen held his sword to the sky according to the movements Taishuge rehearsed for himself.

The screen was cut in vain, and a series of clips began to intersect chaotically.

It's not just a gift for the New Year's invitation.

Not just Simeng.

The usually noisy Main Wharf of Blood Harbor has been heavily guarded. Nine huge black sailboats with skeleton bandit flags are gathered in a huge stone altar.

The altar was floating in the middle of the prows of the nine sailboats as if suspended in the air.

On that huge altar, there was an imposing bald-headed brawny man, holding an inconspicuous compass in his hand, looking into the distance of the sea level.

"Sacrifice to the Sea God! Sacrifice to the Sea God!"

There was a frenzied shout from the crowd. He grinned grimly for a moment, but grabbed one of the crew guards behind him, kicked it to the ground, and threw the compass in his hand in front of the crew.

In the next second, the sharp knife in his hand was raised towards the crew.

"Sacrifice to the Sea God."

The voice of his command sounded like a mixture of strong wine and gunpowder, fierce and strong.

The picture flashed, and more countries were edited quickly.

You can see Tilda in the snowstorm, looking at the huge ice sculpture of Gascon being sent to Simeng Tianying City.

Behind her is the bishop of the Catholic Church incorporated into the Grand Duke's residence, welcoming the people and holding a grand mass.

You can see the High Priest of the Mausoleum Kingdom dancing ancient dance steps around a huge bonfire, wearing a weird bone mask.

The great sage who can see Olimar is holding a golden scepter in his hand, and the tip of the scepter pierces the chest of the slave who is kneeling and tied to the ground with his head covered.

Each picture is only a few seconds long, and one can hardly help but stare at it intently, for fear of missing any details.

The last thing to enter the picture is the familiar white cat mask.

"Father, the time has come."

Gao's voice sounded from behind the mask, and the camera zoomed away from his mask, but what he saw was a very tall building.

What is placed in the middle of the balcony is not a throne, but a gorgeous bed.

sick bed.

A middle-aged man whose complexion was as red as copper and whose beard and hair were as white as silver was lying on the sickbed, raising his hands to the sky.

"Today, I will become a god!"

His wild voice resounded through the night sky, and within the ink-like nebula, a beam of flickering light suddenly fell, almost turning the world into a blinding white!
The divine light is like a sword, and the world is like a huge sword array at this moment, piercing through all obstacles!
The lens is submerged in the dazzling white, and after a while, the white that fades into the screen again turns into a light flickering on the surface of the water.

It's like putting the divine light between heaven and earth into a small wine glass.

It is the ancestral hall of the Simeng Mausoleum.

The wine glass is in Han Dongwen's hand.

"The Jiang clan in the Tianchi Palace, who honored his contribution to filial piety, praised him for his dedication and diligence, and his mother Yi Simeng, is now admiring Simeng's filial piety and virtuous letter to the emperor of Dongwen. Benefiting descendants and subjects, benefiting the people without borders for hundreds of millions of years. Rou Yuan can be close to you, rest and nourish the common people, share the interests of the world for profit, and the heart of the world for the heart, keep the country from danger, and rule it from chaos. Period. Announce the world, and the salty envoys will hear about it!"

The New Year's Invitation Ceremony has obviously ended safely, and the tray containing the exquisite silver cups is placed in front of Han Dongwen, and Wen Yongxing's ceremony echoes in the solemn soundtrack.

Han Dongwen had already raised his first glass of wine with Jiang Keyin beside him.

"Ceremony—preach to heaven and earth, Dao follows heaven and earth, governs human relations within!"

Wen Yongxing read aloud, and Han Dongwen raised the wine glass above his head.

In the next second, the screen flashed and returned to the sea area.

It was the four merchant ships sailing from Simeng Port.

On the merchant ship of the Zuling Kingdom, the merchant envoy Urad looked palely at the people standing opposite him.

It was a child, holding a delicate pen in his hand, and waved decisively in front of him.

"Ma Liang Painted Objects Impermanence!"

A shrill ghost sounded suddenly, and the merchant ship burst into dazzling flames on the pitch-black sea, and sank into the sea in despair.

"Etiquette—respect the ancestral temple piously, only read the ancestral precepts, and live up to the previous ones!"

Han Dongwen raised his second glass of wine, and together with Jiang Keyin respectfully bowed to Lin Lang's tablet in front of him.

In the same sea area, Maratagno, the merchant envoy of the white army, was holding a sharp knife in his hand, but he was already out of breath and unable to support himself.

In front of him stood a disheveled old man and a fair-skinned young girl.
"The poison has penetrated into the bone."

The old man laughed strangely, and there were no living people left on the whole ship.

The girl at the side had no expression on her face, she copied the lantern on the wall next to it, and smashed it on the floor.

Lamp oil and flames spread across the deck in an instant, engulfing everything.

"Ceremony—announcing to all the people, fulfilling the wishes of the heavens, and respecting them!"

Han Dongwen raised the third glass of wine to his chest and drank it with his head raised.

The same scene cut back and forth flashed, blood had spewed out from He Su's mouth in Olimar, a silver gun had been inserted deeply into his chest, and the handle of the gun had already sunk into the flesh and blood.

"burn."

A masked woman with a gun spoke coldly, and her slender figure was outlined by the flames all over the sky, leaving lingering flames in the night.

"Ceremony - the auspiciousness of the dragon and the phoenix, and the harmony of the relationship!"

Han Dongwen held the last glass of wine in his hand, and finally turned his head to look at Jiang Keyin in front of him.

"You look extraordinarily beautiful today."

he said softly.

Jiang Keyin showed a perfect smile: "I know."

She took a light step towards Han Dongwen, and raised the wine in her glass: "I hope that Ke'er's matter of helping His Highness will be completed, but I don't know what's going on now?"

"at the moment……"

Han Dongwen paused for a moment, looking at the swaying wine in the glass.

The picture flashed, but it was the last boat.

The Mianjiang Merchant Group, the ocean current of the emperor.

On a small boat next to the merchant ship, stood the figure of a man.

"The last time I came to Haizhou was seven years ago."

Zhong Lilin's figure appeared in the screen, he turned his head to look to the side, but it was not the officers and soldiers of the third division that appeared.

It's the obsessed young master, it's the aliens!

"Your Highness gave me this opportunity, and it will definitely come true today."

Zhong Lilin took a deep breath, drew his sword and pointed at the merchant ship of the Mianjiang Merchant Group beside him.

"Board!"

shout.

fight.

The noisy voices came in disorder, but it was not as smooth as the previous ships.

"court death!"

Zhan Taiyi's figure stood in mid-air awe-inspiringly, glaring at the Simeng stranger in front of him.

"You are courting death! Offending the Sea God!"

He roared angrily, and a frenzied storm gathered around him.

A figure rushed straight towards him from the deck.

Indulge in less!

Zhan Taiyi shot suddenly, a blue stream of water shot out majesticly, but a sneer flashed across the face of Indulging Young Master.

In the next second, with a clear and crisp sound, Shayu's waist badge flew out of Shen Shenyan's arms, shining dazzlingly in the air.

Lieutenant Bowen's Wandering God consumes, God's Punishment starts!

The huge prison of light suddenly locked Zhan Taiyi, trapping him and Shen Miyan in place.

"Overestimate yourself, die!"

Without any nonsense, Zhan Taiyi raised his hand and instantly killed Shen Shen and Shao Shao.

But the light prison is still there, and his expression gradually changed from annoyed to stunned, and finally, he revealed an extremely frightening look of surprise.

"Snapped!"

The prison of light was shattered, and there were no other strangers and Zhong Lilin on the merchant ship of the Mianjiang Merchant Group.

Zhan Taiyi was gritting his teeth and looking around, suddenly his whole figure stopped in place, staring blankly at the sea surface, trembling faintly.

On the pitch-black sea, the direction of the other three merchant ships was already lit up with dazzling and deadly flames.

"It should go well."

The camera returned to Siyang Ancestral Hall, Han Dongwen smiled, and finished drinking the wine in the glass with Jiang Keyin.

"Although Ke'er has some guesses, she still wants to ask His Highness, how did you come to such a bold decision?"

With the wine on his cheeks, Jiang Keyin's face was stained with a blush.

Han Dongwen let out a long breath.

He looked at Jiang Keyin, but his eyes seemed to have penetrated his own concubine in front of him, and looked at farther and farther places.

"When the four of them voted, they all voted to go."

The winking eyes are like silk, and the red lips meet.

Jiang Keyin stepped forward and kissed Han Dongwen's lips.

Facing this abrupt and rude move, Han Dongwen hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and gently put his arms around her waist.

The screen went dark, and the ceremonies and music gradually sounded, but there were no gongs and drums, no chorus, no sonata.

There is only a pipa that was inserted into the music at an unknown time, playing the tune of this ritual music alone.

It seemed to be playing for a long time, but it seemed to stop suddenly.

Only the sound is left to linger around the beam, and the space is a bit melancholy.

[Volume [-] The Tribulation of Kings, End]

(End of this chapter)