Don't be crazy, don't wear fast

Chapter 422 The Black Sword Spirit of the Wasted Prince (24)
Li Xu felt that it was better to hide in the dark than to stand in the open. It might be the best way to fight for it after he has cultivated his strength and confirmed that he can sit firmly in that position.

Moreover, he is very confident in himself, and he believes that his strength will take another big step forward in a short time.

As long as he is given time, it is not impossible to conquer the fairy world.

Although he didn't know where this confidence came from, he firmly believed in it.

Maybe this is the self-confidence that comes from the soul.

Seeing that the emperor was still in a trance, Li Xu felt like he was wasting his time.

He is not afraid of wasting time, the problem is that wasting time here with someone he hates seems to be a kind of harm to himself.

"Your Majesty, I want to ask, I want to know how you want to deal with me, a person who colluded with demons? Kill me? Cut off my head? Or... Ling Chi to death?"

When the word "Ling Chi" was mentioned, the emperor was shocked by his flat tone.

Obviously he didn't deliberately raise his voice or slow down his tone, the emperor felt that he felt a kind of extreme indifference and plainness from his words.

It made him feel scared for some reason.

Of course he would not admit that he was frightened, but what he couldn't deny was that when he saw this son, he suddenly had a feeling that he couldn't figure out the details of the other party.

Is this really the son he gave up?
Is this really the son he saw growing up?

He knew too well that the prince whom he had grown up with should never have learned any martial arts.

But where did his calmness come from?

Why doesn't he feel any fear at all?
Or did he decide that it was impossible for him, a father, to kill his own child with his own hands?

He even killed the queen who gave birth to him, even her family, so how could he care about a son?
Even if the number of daughters is not counted, he has more than 20 sons alone.

It can be said that what he lacks most is a son.

As long as he is willing, there is no problem in regenerating a hundred.

"Don't worry, the dignity that should be given to you will still be given to you. At that time, you will be left with a whole body. No matter how you are demoted to a commoner, you are still my son and the royal family of this country."

The emperor suppressed the irritability and anxiety in his heart, and said in a cold tone.

Li Xu nodded: "The whole body is not bad. Remember to find me a good coffin, and don't let those snakes, rats, rats and ants eat me to pieces. By the way, if possible, make me a good coffin." clothing."

The emperor looked at the son with a strange expression, and the sense of disobedience in his heart increased several degrees.

He is less and less convinced that this is his son. Could it be that the prince has really gone crazy during these years of confinement?
"I know." The emperor replied dryly: "I will find the best coffin for you, and I will also send you to the mausoleum, so that you will not be a lonely ghost. Although you cannot let the outside world know, the secret There is no problem in sending you to the mausoleum of the royal family."

"Really? It's great to be able to introduce the royal mausoleum!" Li Xu made a somewhat exaggerated cheerful expression on purpose.

The emperor also saw his pretentiousness, but he didn't take the prince too seriously, only thinking that he was incompetent and furious, using yin and yang to retaliate against him.

He didn't care, anyway, it didn't matter if he wasn't the loser.

History is written by the last laugher, isn't it?

"You should stay in the palace for the next few days." After the emperor finished speaking, he summoned outsiders to take the deposed prince away and imprison him.

There is also a place to detain people in the palace, and the emperor has specially ordered that before the sentence is pronounced, the deposed prince must not have any problems, otherwise no one will be able to keep his head.

Therefore, what Li Xu was sent to after being taken away was not the imaginary prison cell, but a place similar to a courtyard, surrounded by heavy guards.

Looking at the undamaged windows, the walls without any leaks, and the soft bedding, Li Xu felt as if he was eating his last meal.

"It seems that I really can't die." Li Xu showed a playful expression against the white wall.

At this time, a sword suddenly appeared on the table and made a buzzing sound, as if to remind Li Xu of his arrival.

"Does the master really not need me to cut off the emperor's head?"

Li Xu put his hand on the Cold Light Sword, feeling the icy coldness coming from the sword.

In this inexplicable world, being alone with only a sword to accompany him seems not bad.

"Thank you for your kindness. But no need. He's doing me more good for the time being alive."

"Doesn't the master want this fairy dynasty? You won't be able to ascend the throne once the emperor is in power."

"There is no rush for the throne, and I will never escape from my grasp." Li Xu said with a light smile, "What I care more about now is how to cultivate to a higher level."

If others heard his words, they would probably laugh at his arrogance and narcissism.

He is the only one who has nothing and has been deposed as a prince, but he said "the throne is not in a hurry, and he will not escape from his palm". If this is not crazy, what is it?
Even the fifteenth prince now has a sense of urgency, and no longer dares to say that the throne must belong to him.

But the sword spirit firmly believed in his words, it knew that Li Xu was the one who could do this kind of thing.

Even if he has no memory of the past.

But personality doesn't change.

A person's character determines his destiny. It can be said that Li Xu's character is a character that makes great things happen.

It is not an exaggeration to describe him with words such as strategizing, keeping a low profile, looking ahead, and so on.

And his strongest point, or the strongest point, is his hard work.

Even if he possesses excellent talent, he will never rely solely on talent to improve his strength, but will make every effort to improve himself.

No matter what world you are in, no matter what happens, a powerful person with power will always live better and have higher achievements.

Even in a modern society with more sound laws, strength is one of the criteria to measure a person's ability.

Although this kind of power cannot be allowed to be publicized openly, it will also affect many people to a certain extent.

To use an analogy, why are there people who pick up soft persimmons? Isn't it just bullying the weak and fearing the hard?
And doesn't that "hard" represent power, isn't it strength?

"Master, do you need me to do something for you? I am very willing to do something for your future country," Jian Ling seemed a little excited, and spoke a lot more than usual.

"When do you think it's better to remove the image of the monsters outside? Or let those monsters not fly in the sky, but come down to the ground to chase a few people for fun?"

(End of this chapter)