Chapter 616： Regardless of gender, never surrender

Gong Wunian suddenly felt that his heart was empty.

But she didn't dare not listen to Master's words, so she lowered her head to be silent.

Shaking Star Girl turned her head and glanced at her, sighing slightly in her heart.

She knew from the beginning that Gong Wunian would definitely react like this.

Because she knows this victorious Gong Wu Nian too much.

Such a blow was too heavy for her.

It was simply destroying everything she had established in the first half of her life.

This made Yaoguang Star Girl full of sympathy for her, but she could only be silent when she thought of Lord God Son.

At this time, the ziwei **** child said lightly: "When will the Thousand Clan Conference begin?"

"Master Huishen, there is still half a month."

"Very good! Get ready, I will go to participate in person."

"Yes!"

The son of Ziwei slowly walked onto the tall stargazing platform and said lightly: "Also, is there anything weird in this world?"

"This... shouldn't be there." Fan Dingtian turned his head and looked at Gong Wunian.

Because of Shanhaizhai, Gong Wunian is responsible for many specific affairs.

Gong Wunian was about to take out the jade slip.

The **** child sat on a large chair at the observatory and hooked her, "Come here and serve me!"

Gong Wunian trembled and looked at this crape myrtle **** child with horror.

"What? Didn't you hear it?" The Ziwei **** son said lightly.

When the Brahma Ding Tian saw the palace, Don't Nian looked confused, and said impatiently: "Don't Nian, Lord God Son is calling you!"

Gong Wunian woke up from the confusion, then lowered his head, stood up trembling and walked to the stargazing platform.

Brahma Dingtian showed his relief.

But including the **** child of Ziwei, no one noticed, Gong Wunian squeezed the jade slip in his sleeve and broke it with a sudden force.

All the above records naturally disappeared.

Then she took a deep breath, raised her head, and slowly walked towards the son of Ziwei with a wicked smile at the corner of her mouth.

Brahma Dingtian and the peak masters slowly retreated, silently disappearing into the darkness.

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The land of Zhongzhou is tens of thousands of miles wide, and there are countless tribes living in it, and the sects of cultivators and countries are as numerous as stars.

But on the extreme edge of Zhongzhou, on the barren land adjacent to the Yaozu mountain range, there is an extremely old but troubled country.

Ancient China.

now.

In the ruined capital of the ancient Chinese nation, a practice wine is being held in the extremely shabby palace banquet hall.

Different from the laughter and joy of other receptions, the banquet hall was silent at this moment, and everyone looked sad and serious.

Sitting on the main seat was a middle-aged man with a thin face, bloodshot eyes and a tired look.

He is the emperor of ancient China, Huafu!

It should be said that every emperor of the ancient Chinese kingdom was called by this name.

It seems to have been passed to him for more than four hundred generations.

At this moment, Hua Fu stared at the three teenagers standing below blankly, with mixed feelings in his heart, not knowing what it was like.

"Three righteous men, go here, but a life of nine deaths, do you... have you thought about it?"

The three of them looked at each other, and then stood in the front, a young man with a beautiful face that looked like a woman arched his hands.

"Your Majesty, the three of me have already thought about it! Going here, even if there is no life, I can't let the clans look down on my dignified Chinese!"

His words made many old officials in the room secretly wiped their eyes.

too long.

Even many people don't remember how many sessions there are.

Also in this banquet hall, the same practice of wine, the same words.

The difference is that the speaker never came back.

But even so, no one has flinched.

Looking at the three high-spirited teenagers, Hua Fu was heartbroken.

Fighting for years, the races oppressed.

It is a miracle that Gu Hua country can survive for so long.

But now, it has fallen to the point where it can't be picked up.

At the beginning, the famous middle-aged righteous men who participated in the Thousand Races Conference were gradually replaced by young people, and in the end they were almost all teenagers.

But now, even the teenagers who are eligible to participate in the Thousand Races Conference are very few.

"Youan, are you...really going?" Hua Fu said in a trembled voice.

The leading young man was silent for a moment, with a little tear in his eyes, but he took a deep breath and said: "Father, if the child does not go, then my dignified ancient country will really be removed from the clan!"

"But... you are a girl after all!"

Huafu finally said this sentence.

At this moment, he is no longer the emperor of Guhua, but an ordinary father.

Hua Youan shook his head, "In the face of fate, we Chinese, regardless of gender, will never give in to it!"

This sentence caused a gust of applause in the banquet hall.

Some veterans cried bitterly, toasted and choked up: "Zhuang, my Chinese son!"

But more still choked silently.

Another veteran said with a wry smile: "However, the Langren Kingdom sent a letter of credence a few days ago, claiming that if they can't make a reasonable explanation for the death of their soldiers some time ago, they will not allow our Chinese people from their land. by!"

Hearing these words, many people showed sad expressions.

Everyone knows this.

It's okay if it's other countries, but the ronin country is the only way for ancient China to go to the Thousand Race Conference.

If they don't allow it, what should we do?

At this time, someone patted the table angrily, and said angrily: "These bastards, their soldiers repeatedly provoke my ancient Chinese nation, committing adultery and looting all the time, we have repeatedly restrained, but they have to make every inch of it, and finally annihilate them all without endurance. As a result, they Instead, it's time to explain!"

Many people are angry.

But what can it be?

Ancient China is like a giant dragon trapped in a corner, and now it can't compete with Ronin.

At this moment, an armored soldier came in with a wooden box.

When they came to the front and back of the crowd, the armored soldier knelt on the ground and lifted the wooden box above his head, "Your Majesty, General Left Hussar... he died of suicide!"

what!

Hearing this sentence, everyone suddenly stood up.

Hua Fu was even more pale, and said in anger: "What's the matter?"

The armored soldier slowly opened the wooden box, and inside was the head of General Left Hussar.

Then calmly said: "Master General said, this... is the explanation for Ronin!"

Hua Fu sank down on his seat and waved his hand sluggishly. A guard stepped forward to take the wooden box.

But when everyone didn't react to , this armored soldier drew out his sword without hesitation and killed himself on the spot.

The dead body fell to the ground.

There was dead silence in the banquet hall.

After a while, someone faintly began to weep.

Because they all understood that this armored soldier came thousands of miles to complete his command.

Now that the task is complete, he will also follow the heroic soul of General Zuo Hussar.

Hua Fu's eyes burst into tears, but his face showed resoluteness, and then he raised his wine glass.

"What they imposed on our Chinese people today will be remembered in our hearts! Chinese people, never bow our heads!"

"No! The Chinese never bow their heads!"

All the people in the banquet hall roared together, the bright light in their eyes was the same as their ancestors who fought the world thousands of years ago.