Puyang, behind the Human Relations Hall, in the sparse woods, Emperor Shun sat on the ground, with a xylophone on his knees. He pressed the strings of his fingers lightly, and a simplified music of piano music came out, slowly spreading with the breeze.

A faint cloud was floating above the woods, and the drizzle fell lightly, wetting the coarse cloth clothes on Di Shun's body. Di Shun smiled lightly, his fingers jumped on the strings, not at all moved by the drizzle.

Wulongyao sat under the big tree opposite Di Shun, slapped his hands with a beat, shaking his head and listening to Di Shun's piano music.

After a while, Wulongyao suddenly opened his eyes and asked in a deep voice: "Are you really worried about Liangzhu?"

Emperor Shun's fingers suddenly stopped, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. He opened his eyes and looked at Wulongyao, and smiled relaxedly: "What can I do? The fire at night is the sound of killing. With my understanding of the alien race, perhaps in order to surrender to the Blood Crown Saint or not, they are divided into two factions and are cleaning up the dissidents?"

Putting the xylophone carefully on the low table beside him, Di Shun shook his sleeves and whispered: "It's good that this is good. The alien races will always be good for our human race. If the alien races in Liangzhu City can kill each other and kill them all, it will be easier for Si Wenming to manage the human race in the future, and we can feel more at ease."

Wulongyao narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky: "Aren't you worried about that blood-crowned Saint?"

Emperor Shun immediately smiled even brighter. He looked at each other in the east, south, west and north, and shook his head with a smile: "If the alien races in Liangzhu City increased their troops from Panyu World, I would naturally be worried and unable to sleep at night."

"But if those powerful people who can threaten the life and death of our human race descend from the sky... what are I worried about? The human race cannot stop it, so naturally someone will stop it! They just want to weaken our human race and control our human race, but they dare not sit idly by and watch our human race fall completely."

Wulongyao curled his lips, cursed "Old Slip" inwardly, and laughed quite relaxedly.

Di Shun touched the tree root behind him, and found a wine jar from somewhere and threw it to Wu Longyao. He changed his hand, touched the other side of the tree root, took out another wine jar, patted Kaifeng Mi and drank two sips of the wine.

Squinting his eyes, Di Shun said leisurely: "When Si Wenming finishes his work, I should abdicate. Well, what he deserves to know needs to be sorted out and hand it over to him."

After sniffing a heavy sip of wine, Di Shun chuckled: "For so many years, sometimes I'm afraid of letting go when I sleep... it's very tiring."

Wulongyao looked north and frowned and said in a deep voice: "Ji Hao took people to Panheng world, and I don't know what happened. What will Si Wenming do in this kind of thing? He will be the identity of the Human Emperor in the future, fighting and killing..."

Emperor Shun interrupted Wu Longyao's words, and he narrowed his eyes and smiled, "But Ji Hao is also the identity of the Emperor of Heaven. It is a blessing for me to work together, so I agreed to Si Wenming's world this time."

While chatting and laughing, the two jars of fine wine were quickly drunk and nothing left.

Obviously, Di Shun was very interested. He turned over the wine jar and gently patted the bottom of the jar with his palm. With the sound of "bang bang", he sang a cheerful mountain song. The red face of Di Shun's singing was very loud. Even the thin clouds above his head were shattered by his singing, and the fine drizzle stopped.

Wulongyao looked at Di Shun in a daze. After Di Shun finished a song, he asked seriously: "So, what about after abdication? What are you going to do? Follow the footsteps of the emperors of all generations into Hongmeng, or... or be proclaimed in the prehistoric stars? You know, if..."

"Stop the sound!" Di Shun pointed to Wulongyao and said softly: "Some things can be done, but they can't be said. Elder Wulong, are you drunk?"

Wulongyao shivered and nodded with a smile: "Yes, I'm a little drunk. It seems that the methods of those old guys are still useful. Some things that shouldn't be said should be blocked by the prohibition method. If you want to expose it, you will be dispersed directly, which is appropriate."

Emperor Shun smiled, he looked up at the sky and said a little ecstaticly: "The Emperor Xuanyuan said, I am the king of guarding the city, too generous and kind. If I escape into Hongmeng, I am afraid that I will fall if I cannot live for a few years. In this way, I will spend a few years to travel around the Pangu continent, enjoy the great mountains and rivers, and then I will be praised among the Hongmeng stars."

Wulongyao was silent for a while and nodded slowly.

A simple sentence that is self-proclaimed among the prehistoric stars represents countless years of loneliness and emptiness and countless years of self-imprisonment. Perhaps one day, Emperor Shun can break the forbiddenness from the prehistoric stars, and perhaps there will never be such a day.

Wulongyao looked at Di Shun deeply, as if he had seen those familiar and amazing people. They did not leave any traces on the human race's classics, and they did not even leave a single name. They just disappeared silently.

"The heart of heaven is unpredictable." Wu Longyao sighed.

"The heart of heaven is the most kind, and the unpredictable thing is the heart of the human being." Di Shun smiled softly and threw the empty wine jar into Wulongyao's arms: "Elder Wulong, you have to understand..."

Before he finished speaking, Di Shun and Wu Longyao looked back at the direction of the Political Consultative Hall. A wisp of scorching breath was floating out of the back door of the Political Consultative Hall. White mist rose up on the ground wet withered just now. Soon the mist disappeared. The leaves in the woods withered rapidly and withered yellow. With a "huh", several small trees burned out of thin air.

"Zhurong's great priest, what happened? Can someone offend you?" Di Shun quickly returned to normal because of the redness of alcohol. He straightened his waist and looked at Zhurong, who was walking out of the Political Consultative Hall step by step.

Zhu Rong, who was surrounded by fire, smiled and shook his head: "No, Di Shun, no one offended me. But I have a rare treasure here, so please... and the Five Dragon Elders appreciate it."

Zhu Rong's palm waved, and Pan Yu's brain, the size of a fist, was surrounded by a layer of strange light, slowly flew out of his hand. A stream of soul fluctuations that were so powerful that they could not resist filled the entire forest. Di Shun and Wu Long Yao's faces suddenly changed. They suddenly jumped up, and an angry fire ejaculated in their eyes.

But soon, the fire in their eyes quickly dimmed.

Like Zhurong, a strange light appeared in Emperor Shun's eyes.

Emperor Shun let out a desperate lament, but soon he laughed gloatingly: "I am going to abdicate. Such a power... I always like you who are hiding behind historical legends... it's time to take action, right?"
Chapter completed!