Female killer crossing into money-losing goods: Perfume Princess

Chapter 870 Qingfeng's Extra Story: Peerless Ugly Face (3)

The capital of the Dunguang Empire - Yanzhou.

In the imperial palace, Qing Haiyan was sitting on the big golden chair in the royal study.

He was holding a thick memorial in his hand, and his knuckles were turning white from the force.It's the fifth time. The fifth kingdom of this month defected from the Light Escape Empire. Not only did it attach to the Nether Empire, but it also turned its guns on the nearby kingdoms that were loyal to the Light Escape Empire.

"For the tiger! Do those people think that they can sit back and relax if they are attached to the Nether Empire? They are all idiots! Once the dark department controls the entire Taoyuan Continent, the Taoyuan Continent will never see the light of day!"

After Qing Haiyan was angry for a while, the spiritual power in his body couldn't be suppressed anymore, and it rushed wildly.

A look of despair flashed across Qing Haiyan's face: "I'm running out of time, but the future successor of the empire is hard to decide..."

He couldn't help but think of the eldest grandson who had placed high hopes on him. If Jing Sheng Canye hadn't led people into Hao Wang's mansion back then, he would have given the burden to Qingfeng long ago, and he could face it calmly when he would blew himself up.

Now, it is difficult to decide the successor of the empire, and he is running out of time. Seeing that the Nether Empire is dominating, the Dunguang Empire is swaying in the wind and rain, and will be subverted at any time.

Even if Qing Haiyan dies, he will not rest in peace.

After the news of Qingfeng's death came out two years ago, he had been looking for a successor among the many descendants, but although he had many descendants, he didn't have a favorite.Whenever I choose these successors, I can't help but think of Qingfeng in my mind.

Back then, when Qingfeng was only three years old, Qing Haiyan trained him as a successor.Living up to his high expectations, Qingfeng's all Tianbin and his style of facing major events are all things he can't be more than satisfied with.

Qing Haiyan sighed: "It's just that the child was too affectionate. The death of his parents back then made him have no attachment to the imperial power. Later, the girl's departure hit him even harder, and he embarked on the road of no return. After all, he is a woman's benevolence, not cold-blooded and ruthless..."

The eldest grandson who had been cultivated with painstaking efforts died in such a tragic form in the Nether Empire, Qing Haiyan felt a burst of grief, and the spiritual power in his body surged, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

"My Qing Clan, the last successor of the Guangming Department is extinct. Is it possible that the sky is going to destroy my Qing Clan?"

Once the Dunguang Empire fell, it was the end of the Qing clan's children.

The Nether Empire will never tolerate the descendants of the Qing clan living in this world. Even if none of these descendants of the Qing clan is a spiritual master of the light department, if they have the blood of the light department, there may be a generation of descendants of the light department.

As the terminator of darkness, the fate of darkness, how could the Nether Empire leave such a hidden danger behind?
After Qing Haiyan spat out a mouthful of blood, his spiritual power became even more irresistible.

He stood up staggeringly, looking at the night sky outside the Imperial Study Room, the moon was high, and it was as cold as frost. "God, do you really want to destroy my Qing clan?"

An old man who staggered and fell to the ground, who seemed to be in his dying years, didn't have the slightest arrogance of a majestic emperor.

The end of a hero and the twilight of a beauty are the saddest things in life.

Even Qing Haiyan, who has always been tough and ruthless, can't help but feel a strong sense of sadness and powerlessness.

The spiritual power was pounding around in the veins in the body, the seven orifices were bleeding, Qing Haiyan seemed to see the scene where he was blown to pieces...

Suddenly a white and warm palm was placed on his shoulder from behind, pressing on Qing Haiyan's shoulder, a mellow and strong spiritual power flowed into his body from the outside, that kind breath seemed to be born with him.

(End of this chapter)