Versatile Mage - Chaos Administrator

Chapter 272 Ancient King

Lin Xi's only thoughts were these two, and then they stopped abruptly.

It's not that he stopped thinking, but that from then on, his thinking was also frozen in the ice, completely locked here.

The whole person is like a statue, without any room for thinking.

The man just glanced at Lin Xi calmly, then turned back to the desk.

The bamboo slips returned to calm, the candlelight was still flickering, and Lin Xi collapsed on the ground as if she had lost all strength.

so horrible!

This idea lingered in my mind, and I was analyzing it quickly at the same time.

This is not the Blood Throne, but it is still in the category of the White Tomb Palace, which means that I have not been transported to other places by the Bridge of Nine Deaths.

Still under the evil abyss!

But this is not the Blood Throne, there is no evil soul armor robe, there is just a study room.

The tiger charm was trembling with excitement and almost came out of his hand. Lin Xi felt that he might already have an answer.

"come on!"

Lin Xi's body moved involuntarily, and with numb steps she came to the man's side and sat down on a seat.

At this time, he regained control of his body, but it seemed to be of no use.

The man just sat calmly at the main seat, flipping through the bamboo slips that had been there for two thousand years, as if he was retrieving memories and looking for a sense of familiarity.

After a while, the man spoke again: "What year is it now and how far away is it from Da Qin?"

"The year XXXX AD is already the world two thousand years later." Lin Xi said.

"Two thousand years later...what happened to the plan back then?" The man had no intention of avoiding Lin Xi, and kept talking to himself.

"What's your name? I've seen you in the mirror before, but I don't know who you are?"

Lin Xi let out a long sigh in her heart. Sure enough, her guess was not wrong.

As soon as these words came out, he already knew who he was facing.

The First Emperor, the Ancient King—Ying Zheng!

"My name is Lin Xi. I am a high-level mage from the Landlord Campus of Pearl Academy. I major in the Chaos Department. The Trial Conference..."

Under the influence of some unknown magic, Lin Xi poured out everything about his identity.

Of course, there is no news about Yangyu at all.

I don’t know if it’s because it has nothing to do with his identity, or because Yang has a way to resist this kind of power.

Ying Zheng didn't speak, and seemed to be just digesting something silently.

Only then did Lin Xi have the opportunity to take a good look at this unprecedented Emperor.

Ying Zheng has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a young face, which does not seem to be fixed at the age when he died.

He did not wear the classic black and dark suit, but wore loose and casual casual clothes, which gave him a sense of relaxation and intimacy.

However, Lin Xi knew that this young king who seemed quite kind was not as kind as he seemed.

Could an emperor who established an empire, expelled demons, and unified the Central Plains really be a kind and innocent guy?

"Although I am not a kind person, I am not someone who kills innocent people indiscriminately and treats human life as nothing."

On the other side, Ying Zheng seemed to have finished digesting Lin Xi's identity information, and read Lin Xi's thoughts as if he were mind-reading.

Lin Xi's heart skipped a beat. He was really afraid that this ancestor would raise his hand and slap him to death.

However, he saw that His Majesty the Emperor had no intention of blaming him. Instead, he looked at him quietly with deep curiosity in his eyes. Lin Xi's heart moved and he gritted his teeth: "In this case, can you confirm that your Majesty will withdraw his troops and spare the ancient capital?"

"Haha!" The emperor smiled. After smoothing the wrinkles on his clothes, he looked at Lin Xi: "Why?"

Lin Xi was speechless for a moment.

Yeah, why?

The siege of the undead was also a gift prepared to welcome his resurrection. The ancient capital originally belonged to him, and he just wanted to take back his own things. Is that wrong? Why should he stop it?

And he could see a sense of alienation in Ying Zheng's eyes, as well as an arrogance that despised everything.

It's not that he is blindly arrogant, but that the vision of everyone in the world is not as broad as his.

He is like standing on the top of the highest mountain, looking at the most distant future.

Lin Xi could only bite the bullet and try to persuade this ancestor.

"Boom boom boom boom!!!"

A sound like an explosion broke in, causing several bamboo slips on the bookshelf to fall off. Bits of dust fell off and fell on Lin Xi's head.

Mo Fan, you are so good!

You started a fight with the Corpse of the Mountain. Are you so efficient?

He quietly glanced at the gentle king, only to find that the other person just kept his face calm and was not dissatisfied with the sudden noise.

Lin Xi breathed a sigh of relief and saluted the king: "Your Majesty, the ancient capital was the land of China. It was a city of millions of people. It was also your hard work and masterpiece during your lifetime. In any case, it should not be destroyed!"

Lin Xi knew that she had no eloquence, or in other words, any eloquence was useless in front of this king.

Whatever he decides, no one can change his mind!

"Young man, you can't convince me. Su Qin, Zhang Yi and others can't persuade me. Your eloquence...is beyond words."

The young king actually didn't tense up and laughed softly, but he quickly returned to seriousness, and Lin Xi sat upright involuntarily, sweat dripping from her palms.

"But I will withdraw my troops!"

what?

Lin Xi looked confused, but she didn't dare to speculate on the holy intention without authorization, so she could only stay stiff and motionless.

However, Ying Zheng stopped talking and seemed to be waiting for something.

Lin Xi had a guess in her mind, rolled her eyes, and asked tentatively: "Why?"

The young king seemed to curl his lips with satisfaction and continued: "I have seen your ending in the mirror of time."

"The battle formations left by the Twelve Golden Men and Great Qin alone were completely unable to stop millions of dead people. They finally died in the gray-black tide and perished."

"The entire ancient capital was shrouded in rich black, pure darkness swallowed it up, and the bottomless darkness caressed its remaining body."

The king's voice was very calm, as if he was recounting an insignificant matter, but Lin Xi could feel a well-hidden anger.

And for Lin Xi, the impact of such a scene was too great.

For some reason, he seemed to be in the world described by the ancient king.

The pure black gloomy sky seemed to be falling down, embracing the entire ancient capital in the arms of death. Twisting and winding tentacles, indescribable vegetation, deformed and weird monsters, wandering invisible shadows, all imaginable horrific scenes. staged.

How could this be brought about by Sha Yuan?

There is no feeling of undead at all, but something more depraved, more filthy, and more disgusting!

"Dark Plane!"

"Dark Plane."

Lin Xi's inner voice coincided with the king's voice and gave this answer.

(End of this chapter)