"It was the father who saw me pitiful and thought of me with sincerity that made me become the prince and gave me a false reputation."

Qin Yu paused, looked into the distance, as if she was trapped in memories of past life, with a faint smile on her lips, and continued, "If sister, you can manage the Qin family well and let the Qin family develop safely in this changing situation, I'm not happy yet."

"At that time, I will recite poems and tea every day, gather with three or five friends, and talk about everything. Wouldn't it be beautiful?"

"The fame, wealth and wealth in this world are just passing clouds and mists for me. Only the inner peace and freedom are the most precious."

His voice was soft and soothing, as if it was a magical power that made people involuntarily immersed in the beautiful life he described.

...

At this time, Zhaixing Tower City has completely become a purgatory that has been trampled on by the god of death.

The devastated scene was like sharp swords, harshly stinging the eyes of every witness.

The magnificent pavilions that were towering and towering into the sky have now turned into ruins, shaking in the bitter cold wind, and groaning like an old man before his death.

Above the broken wall, there are dense traces of mottled land, as if time uses its ruthless carving knife to engrave the tragic battle that once shook the earth and changed colors.

The demonic energy and the sword energy intertwined in the city, like a painting with wild brushstrokes and strange and terrifying colors, which filled every inch of the air without any gap.

The rich and ink-like demonic aura was wrapped in a creepy and chilling evil aura, like a hideous giant beast that chose people to devour all the vitality in the world.

And although the extremely sharp sword energy had dissipated a lot of its sharpness after the war, it still retained the fierceness and determination of the battle when it was intensified, as if it was silently telling the past.

The glory of the past is like a dream bubble, which has long disappeared without a trace, leaving only this scar full of tears, making people feel deep in their hearts, sincerely lamenting the impermanence and changes in the world and the desperate cruel nature of war.

After that shocking battle between Batian Empire and Zhaixing Tower all suffered heavy losses and were seriously injured.

Many cities of the Batian Empire are now in ruins. The bustling and bustling streets that were once crowded with people are now full of broken bricks and tiles and cold and stiff corpses.

The burning flames, like the tongue of a demon, licking them freely among the ruins, have not yet been completely extinguished, and they make crackling sounds from time to time, just like a low and sad elegy, crying silently for this tragedy on earth.

Zhaixing Tower was not spared. This originally mysterious, profound and powerful force, under the impact of the war, has now been greatly damaged. The majesty of the past is high and above, and it has disappeared at all.

Jiang Yuyan, the boss of the Magic Tower, was unfortunately seriously injured in that life-and-death battle.

Her originally beautiful and charming face was now as pale as the remaining snow in winter, with no blood at all, and there was still a trace of blood that had not yet dried up, which was dazzling red.

Her body was so weak that it was shaking, as if a light breeze could easily blow down her body like a candle in the wind.

In the short term, she had no chance of recovery at all. She could only lie quietly on the cold bed, with endless fatigue and unwillingness in her eyes, which was a deep annoyance for her serious injury and powerless fight.

The Zhaixing Tower owner also consumed a huge amount of money in the war.

He was originally tall and majestic, but now he seemed a little hunched, with a slightly bent back, no longer as heroic as before.

The clothes on his body were broken and hung in strands on his body, revealing a series of shocking wounds inside that could see deep bones.

His eyes were filled with fatigue and vicissitudes, just like he had experienced countless hardships and vicissitudes of life. It seemed that he had grown several years ago overnight, and his former spirit had long disappeared.

Whether it is Zhaixing Tower or the Batian Empire, there are countless casualties and sorrows everywhere.

On the battlefield, corpses piled up like mountains, layer by layer, exuding a disgusting smell of rottenness.

Blood flowed and spread wildly, completely dyeing the earth red, forming a pool of shocking blood like a sea of ​​blood.

Those once vivid and lively and full of vitality have now turned into cold and stiff corpses. Their eyes still have the fear and despair when facing death during their lifetime, empty and unsightly, as if silently accusing the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

Ling Xiao had not had time to go to seclusion and practice at this time, so he stood alone in the center of the ruins of the Domineering Empire.

The demonic intentions around him were like a surging tide, spreading wildly around him with him as the center. The demonic intention that was so rich that it was almost essential seemed to completely envelop the entire world and swallow it up.

His eyes were as cold as frost and as firm as iron, like the cold stars in the cold night, revealing a murderous intent that was enough to make the enemy deterred.

Ling Bi, Xiao Lianzhu, Meng Haoqingqi and others stood neatly behind him like loyal and fearless guards.

They all had extraordinary momentum, exuding a powerful and sharp aura on their bodies, forming an indestructible line of defense with Ling Xiao.

The warriors of the Domineering Empire had their eyes as hot as burning flames. They stared at Ling Xiao tightly, as if he was their only light of hope in the dark abyss and their life-saving straw in their desperate situation.

The reason why they were not completely destroyed in this catastrophe was that Lingxiao appeared in time and turned the tide.

In that thrilling battle with the Holy Temple, Ling Xiao almost used his own strength to enter a state of no one, defeating the powerful Holy Temple with a destructive force.

His unparalleled powerful strength, his courage to move forward without fear of life and death, made everyone deeply impressed.

In the hearts of the people of the Domineering Empire, he deserves to be their hero, the savior who saved them from the fire and turned the tide!

Everyone in Zhaixing Tower also admired Ling Xiao very much.

In the previous battle, they were unwilling to help with all their strength because of their various concerns and selfishness. However, even so, they were still killed countless times by the Holy Church without any mercy.

If Ling Xiao hadn't appeared in time at a critical moment and quickly turned the situation around with a thunderous momentum, they would have probably been wiped out and no one would have survived.

At this moment, they were full of awe and gratitude, and the eyes of Ling Xiao were filled with deep respect and gratitude.

Ling Xiao stood there quietly, his eyes slowly swept across the miserable scene around him.
Chapter completed!