C370 The Inconstant Mask of Dreams

Hearing this, Chan Ke smiled at Jun Hao, "Perhaps." The next moment, his body suddenly turned illusory, gradually blending into the painting and disappearing without a trace.

On the other hand, the people below the stage were fixated on the portrait, but they did not dare make a move, afraid that Chan Ke would appear again.

Seeing that, Jun Hao bowed deeply towards the portrait, then slowly kept it. He then turned around and looked at Wan'er, only to realize that he was looking at him too.

Wan-Er seemed to have too many emotions in her eyes. She felt lucky, lost, and relieved that she had survived a disaster.

Originally, Wan'er had planned to travel with Jun Hao to the underworld. Although she had never spoken a word, she also had some special feelings for Jun Hao.

Previously, when she heard that Jun Hao had looked for her for six years, she was still very moved in her heart. However, she kept feeling a thorn in her heart, because she didn't know that Chan Ke was actually just a person in Jun Hao's dreams.

When she found out about this, she had a strange feeling about Jun Hao once again. But as a woman, she couldn't be so brave as to confess to the person she liked.

Until just now, when she and Jun Hao were caught together and burned as demons, she had still let out a sigh of relief. At the very least, if she could accompany Jun Hao in death here, there wouldn't be any regrets left behind.

But, the person in the painting had miraculously appeared in front of her, thus she looked at Jun Hao, not knowing what to say.

"Let's go!" At this moment, Jun Hao's gaze was equally complicated. After experiencing so many things, he began to slowly realize that he might not be an ordinary person, and he might not even be himself.

Recently, more and more images began to appear in his dreams. Some of them were the overbearing king, some of them were supreme martial artists with unparalleled powers, and recently, the ones he often dreamed of were weird masks.

It was a very strange looking white mask. He didn't know why, but every time he saw this mask in his dreams, he would feel a sense of familiarity. This somehow made him think of something.

On this day, Da Kui's father, Wang Meng, ascended the throne and officially changed owners of the Great Zhou Empire. At the same time, Wang Meng established Da Kui as the current crown prince and Ji Yanzhi also officially became the crown prince's consort.

He never thought that his impulsive action would allow him to ascend to the highest throne in the Great Zhou Empire so easily. All of this was because of Jun Hao's portrait, if not for that picture, even if they won today, they would have suffered heavy losses.

At this moment, he looked at Jun Hao's departing figure with a complicated gaze. He had wanted to make Jun Hao stay as a witness for his ascension to the throne and give him a position as an official.

Due to the marriage between Ji Clan and the Wang Clan, the Ji Clan's status had also reached an unprecedented peak. As for the Ji Clan, even if Ji Dao had made an all-out request, the Ji Clan still wouldn't dare to join the Wang Clan and the Ji Clan.

When the Wang and Ji Clans saw this, they did not say anything. After all, revolting was not a small matter. The Prefecture Lord, Ji Lan, was a timid person and had to carefully weigh the pros and cons before doing anything.

At this moment, Ji Lan was somewhat emotional and somewhat regretful. But since things had already come to this point, there was no point in saying anything.

Chen Ankang had witnessed the entire process with his own eyes, from the beginning to the end, he did not make a single move. Even if the person on the execution platform was his own grandson, to be able to do this was already his limit.

As for Chen Fengxiao, she let out a deep sigh, hugged her tightly, and said, "Our son is finally doing well."

However, at this time, he looked as though he was looking at Chen Fengxiao, and said with a gloomy face: "Son of a bitch, don't touch me, you don't even care about your own flesh and blood, I don't have a husband like you!"

As he said that, he struggled out of Chen Fengxiao's arms, flung his sleeves, and angrily left.

At this time, Wang Meng came to Chen Ankang's side and greeted, "Greetings, Uncle Chen!"

When Chen Ankang heard this, his face became expressionless. He waved his robe and knelt on both knees, "This humble subject pays his respect to Your Majesty!"

Hearing this, Wang Meng's face revealed an awkward expression. "Uncle Chen, please get up. Ai, Uncle Chen, you've really killed me!"

Hearing this, Chen Ankang stood up and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

When Wang Meng saw this, he helplessly shook his head and said, "Uncle Chen, you don't have to greet me in the future. If you don't have a grandson, you won't have my present status as well. Your Chen family has produced a capable person! "

Hearing that, Chen Ankang continued to speak, "This subject dares not! However, this humble official is already too old, and might not even have the strength to carry on the government anymore. I plead for Your Majesty to allow this humble subject to return home. "

He had always seen the loyalty of the Chen family. Any emperor would wish to have a group of loyal people by his side, but since Chen Ankang had spoken, he could not stop him, so he waved his hand and said, "Yes!"

As for the people of the Great Chu Empire that were locked down by Chan Ke, after Chan Ke left, they regained their freedom of movement, and upon seeing Wang Meng ascend to the throne, they immediately expressed their support. Just now, they felt that their lives were not under their control, and upon thinking about how the Wang family had Jun Hao's support, they thought that the Great Zhou Empire was going to become extremely powerful!

As for the people who came from the other nations, they were also shocked by Chan Ke. They stayed here to witness Wang Meng's ascension to the throne and ordered people to return home to prepare gifts for Wang Meng!

Very quickly, three days had passed. On this day, Wang Meng personally gave Jun Hao a title, "drawing god!"

As for his three paintings, they had all been taken away by him. Since the people of the world treated them like this, why not just keep them for himself?

After returning, Jun Hao and Wan'er arranged another funeral for Zhou Daoxuan, and they sent him off gloriously.

Very quickly, another year had passed. In this year, even though Jun Hao accompanied Wan'er, the relationship between the two of them did not develop further. Wan-Er's heart had always been somewhat estranged from Chan Ke's appearance, and Chan Ke had become her mental barrier that she could not break through.

As for Jun Hao, after making some guesses at his background, he was not in the mood to talk about emotions. He only painted everyday and sometimes, he would lower his head and ponder.

Seeing Jun Hao who was often lost in his thoughts, Wan'er had once asked him if he had anything on his mind, but every time, Jun Hao would just shake his head.

On this day, a man dressed in a black robe and wearing a white mask appeared in Jun Hao's dreams.

Jun Hao looked at him, and the familiar feeling became stronger and stronger, and a name appeared in his mind.

"Are you Bai Wuchang?" Jun Hao suddenly said.

Hearing this, the black gowned masked man suddenly raised his hand to slowly remove the mask, revealing a young face. Seeing this face, Jun Hao's eyes suddenly revealed great shock.

At this moment, the masked man in black spoke, "I am you!"