The Book of Troubled Times

It's just that people who are in awe and amazement will never imagine that the youngest hero in their hearts, the heroic and heroic heroine who has just killed a powerful enemy, is actually under the charge of someone at this time. Limp as mud and winking as silk.

That suppressed soft moan, don't mention how seductive it is.

When all the dust settled, there was no one who didn't have long-sightedness to bother, even if they didn't have dual cultivation, they could still let the young men and women vent their joy to the fullest.

The two went down the mountain hand in hand and returned to the guest house, only to find that the spirit clan was holding a grand ceremony at the moment, and there was not even a maid, and all the members were participating in the sacrifice at the holy mountain. The two looked at each other, with passion in their hearts at the same time, they hugged and gnawed together almost as soon as they entered the door, Zhao Changhe hooked the door with one foot, picked up the lady heroine and jumped on the bed, quickly rolled into a ball .

"Sister, you are still injured, I want to help you double repair..."

"Shuangxiu is not allowed in the first wave, I want you to devote all your heart..."

"Of order." The red dress peeled off and was thrown at the end of the bed at random, neither of them noticed that there was a spirit over there, the red dress covered her body, passed through again, and landed at the bottom of the bed.

"Who is this?" The blind man pinched his head speechlessly, wondering if he had picked the wrong person.

You fucking just got the Book of Heaven!

Ask any martial artist in the world, what will you do the first time you get the Heavenly Book and have free time?

Who is not studying the heavenly scriptures?

What's more, you still have a prisoner in the imperial realm. Even if you don't delve into the heavenly scriptures, you should torture the prisoner, learn ancient information, or learn from his indestructible blood demon body. This thing is obviously confirmed by your blood Shura body. As long as you are not blind, you will know that it is very valuable, okay?

What are you doing? Are you going to make some beautifying materials for the new page of the book, to clean up the dust?

The blind man shut himself up angrily.

So it's normal to say that the broadcast of Book of Chaos is somewhat personal and emotional...

But having said that, even if personal emotions are not involved, this broadcast can only be like this... The secret realm and ancient gods and demons themselves are separated from the broadcast of the Book of Chaos.

In addition to Zhao Changhe who was transformed by passers-by, Sisi also made a sneak attack in the battle of "falling down the cliff in the middle of no time", and this is also a young first-level secret treasure, but she is also the one who doesn't even have a name. They didn't show up, and they didn't make it to the Qianlong list.

If it weren't for the fact that the death of an important person like Shi Wuding couldn't be silent, it had to be broadcast, otherwise the whole thing would probably be buried in the smoke and dust of the secret realm.

Sisi, who doesn't even have a name in the outside world, is at the peak of her life at this moment.

Before that, everyone worshiped the blood moon on the top of the mountain, which was originally their temple square. When the dust settled, Sisi entered the temple surrounded by thousands of people. Several clan elders who were not standing on the opposite side knelt tremblingly in front of the steps, and used their bodies to form the steps to the throne.

Stepping on their backs and walking up, Sisi felt that the taste was actually not very good, the stepping was unstable, and she looked like she might fall at any time... But psychologically, it was an unparalleled experience, it was the feeling of trampling on all living beings.

The civilization of the Spirit Race is much more barbaric than that of the Xia people. On the surface, it seems that they get along with each other without rules. The level of superiority and inferiority in such a big matter is extremely outrageous, and there are even more barbaric ones. For example, the previous prisoners are likely to be sacrificed alive. See what Sisi thinks.

Sisi didn't think about that, she climbed the steps slowly, looked at the throne in front of her, and didn't know where her thoughts went...

As a servant girl, if he wants me to do the same...

Um……

Sitting on the throne in a trance, there is already a pious voice below: "Please crown the saint."

To be crowned, to be king.

It's just that the name of the ancient spirit clan is not king, only patriarch, and the power is not as exaggerated as king. The old council of each clan has more weight, and the patriarch is not hereditary. Generally, the most respected person is elected by each department.

But with the nature of the moment, it would be very easy to centralize power and become a king. The clan didn't even have the concept of such a system, and it was completely a blank sheet of paper for her to reform.

Zhao Changhe's brain circuit has not turned here yet, and he still supports a saint in his mind. Sisi herself is very clear about what this general trend will bring about, even if she doesn't say anything, the young men who were on her side before will not be satisfied with her being just a saint.

If you are just a saint, how can we be an elder? Still waiting for seniority? We rebelled against you with our heads pinched on the waistband of our trousers, trying to figure something out.

So it is destined to be impossible to be just a saint... If Zhao Changhe is present, he will also know that the Queen is about to appear.

Sisi looked at the laurel wreaths held by everyone kneeling in front of her, her expression became more and more dazed.

The ancient spirit clan also had a patriarch before, and the previous patriarch had already been exterminated by the Venerable Doro clan... From now on, there is no patriarch, only the elders divide and rule, which implies that the forbidden land is the king.

In that battle of conquering the forbidden land, the patriarch gathered a group of the most powerful wizards and cast a curse on Venerable Doro for 7749 days. In the end, it had no effect at all, and all the great wizards who participated in the curse Was backbited and died.

Among them was Sisi's father.

Sisi's father was not the patriarch, and fortunately he was not. The patriarch must be exterminated, and Sisi can still live normally under the support of some father's relatives and friends and clansmen who respect heroes.

It is precisely because of this painful lesson that others are more and more in awe of "Wrath of the Ancestral God", but Sisi feels that it is not the case at all. She no longer believed in the witchcraft of her clan, and determined to go out of the mountains and go to Daxia to steal martial arts from her master.

It originated from this, and finally turned into the laurel crown in front of me.

She slowly lifted it up and put it on. The beaded curtain that hung down her face obscured her stunning face. Listening to her own voice, she seemed a little more ethereal: "The kingship is granted by the gods. Before the envoy speaks, I am still a saint for the time being...but the system of our clan does need to be changed. According to what we saw in the Miao border, the black Miao wants to be the king, and its system can be referred to. You can make a draft first, and let the holy envoy review it... "

Sisi didn't know if she liked being a queen, but suddenly she thought, maybe he likes it? I don't know how a queen will behave as a maid kneeling in front of her...

He must be doing double cultivation with sister Yue now...

Under the bead curtain, the winking eyes gradually become silky.

The Spirit Race people kneeling down in Xiashan Mountain would never have imagined that their queen would have a fever sitting on the throne on the first day of her coronation.

No... Sisi felt as if she was really on fire, how could she be so happy?

Pain... Pain transfer Gu?

Sisi was dumbfounded, she had never used it before, this Gu not only transfers pain? Anything else?

But this is a man's experience, so it's like this, it seems to be normal.

"Saint, saint?" came a cautious voice from below.

"Oh." Sisi coughed twice, and folded her legs without a trace: "The first issue... the great elder has been burned to death, and the rest of the rebels who once attached to the forbidden area to bully the tribe, how to deal with it?"

The atmosphere was instantly chilled.

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The ceremonies of the Spirit Race, the formulation of the rules created by the new regime, the handling of the old forces, and the plans outside the secret realm, there are too many miscellaneous things. It lasted from noon to sunset, and many items can only be introduced later. discuss.

No matter how many things you have to eat, especially when there is an envoy, you can't leave the envoy there to play by yourself, although he only wants to play by himself...

The people of the Ling tribe slaughtered cattle and sheep, and prepared a big banquet. Sisi, who had been busy all day until now, had a high-sounding reason: the king must invite him in person.

Of course no one can refute, the little demon girl carried a long dress that dragged the floor, and took two caring little maids, and ran to the foot bath room last night.

It's too much, why is that feeling still there from noon to now, how many hours can you do it?

Impossible, is there something wrong with this Gu?

Arriving at the guest house, there was indeed a faint blushing voice inside, Sisi looked up at the stars in the sky in disbelief, she was stupefied.

I never thought you were so fierce before! I fiddled with my little feet, didn't you just come out?

After so long, are you sure sister Yue won't get dehydrated? uh no...

You are obviously still injured, why don't you do this!

Sisi knocked on the door angrily, "Please invite the envoy to the banquet."

Yue Hongling's lazy voice came from inside: "Wait outside, how long you have been using your feet in the early morning, and how long you are standing on your feet now, don't think I don't know."

Sisi is devastated, you tell me to stand at the door and listen to the corner, I am already addicted, right?

She rolled her eyeballs and said to the little maid: "Bring me the jade flute."

The little maid hurriedly handed over a green jade flute.

The saint was versatile in her early years. I haven't seen her playing and singing in these years. Is she finally getting better now...

The sound of the flute echoed slowly, and Zhao Changhe in it stopped his movements with a strange expression. He would rather not have such knowledge of music theory, and he would not be able to hear which piece is the best.

Sisi probably didn't know the stalk, what she said was true, but it was different to Zhao Changhe's ears...

The little maids are asking: "Saint, what kind of tune is this, did you learn it from the Xia people? I haven't heard it..."

"Does it sound good?"

"Sounds good, what's your name?"

Inside, Yue Hongling was panting and asked, "What tune is this goblin playing, why are you still..."

Not only did it not move, it almost softened.

Inside and outside the house, they answered in unison: "This is "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix".

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PS: Monthly ticket, huh huh~