The news of Zheng Slee’s death is still spreading to further and more isolated places.

Even in the barbarous kingdom outside the Yan Dynasty frontier, many tribal kings heard that the hostess of Ding Qin had a heart.

Whether it is the DQin Dynasty or the Yanqi Dynasty, these remote kingdoms or tribes that depend on animal husbandry and fishing for a living in the remote are collectively called the Central Plains Dynasty.

The Central Plains Dynasty means wealth and enlightenment, and most of these remote kingdoms or tribes, in fact, most of them want to lead the army to break through the territory, take a share of the hands of these Central Plains dynasties, or become a part of it.

In a sense, Jiaodong County has always been looked down on by the old powerful people of the D-Qin Dynasty, because Jiaodong County is no different from those fishy fishermen's tribes in their eyes.

Jiaodong County and Zheng Sleeve are actually the objects of successful counterattack in the hearts of these barbarous tribes.

Especially when Zheng Sleeve became the hostess of Changling, and many of the battles between them came from her hands, Zheng Slee was a god-like existence in the minds of many barbarous tribes.

Fear, respect, and worship.

Many barbarous tribal collars who are enemies with Zheng Sleeve are actually looking forward to seeing this legendary queen who is beautiful and powerful one.

Many people are in a bad mood.

In particular, some former soldiers to the Yan Dynasty of the barbaric king, in the past many times, although knowing that it is impossible, but they all said to break into the long mausoleum, catch Zheng Sleeve to do their own concubines.

Now Zheng Sleeve's death, there is no talk of thinking and fun on weekdays, just like an important program in peacetime, there will be no more in the future.

A tribal king broke his favorite glass in anger.

A tribal king burned a set of brocades to wear when he entered the long mausoleum.

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The atmosphere in many palaces is very cold and strange.

However, the atmosphere is the coldest, and the strangest nature is the palace of Changling.

The Yuanwu Emperor left the port after being injured, but did not return to the Qin Palace in Changling, but went directly to the newly built Aman Palace under the Lishan Mountains.

The palace is really new, spectacular and bigger.

Some official residence agencies are also moving towards the other side in the 6th.

However, at least until now, there was no intention to abolish the Long Mausoleum Palace.

The vast majority of the palaces are still in the palace.

So this is the cold on both sides.

There are very few people on both sides of the palace.

It's like a dead city, dead Senson.

In the king of the world, the most intriguing nature is the mood of Yuanwu at this time.

But apart from the tweed, who else can know his emotions at this time?

...

Yuan Wu is in a dormitory in the deepest part of the palace.

All the utensils in his dormitory were made with a strange black jade, even though the bed was covered with the softest cushions in the world, but it was still too hard for Yuanwu at this time.

He was tired at this time, and fought with a close opponent, too much to consume the spirit, this battle for his heart and God more than when the Deer Mountain Alliance.

What he needed most was rest, but he couldn’t sleep.

No position can be slept.

His wounded arm rested on the cushion of the bed, not daring to make any movement, but even so.The pain still made his body tremble constantly.

Bones are broken, and the meridian is broken, which is difficult to raise.

For a long time, he could only lie down.

But in his perception, the most painful thing comes from the true element that flows in his body.

For a practitioner like him, the true element is to provide his nourishment of blood and blood, in the course of countless years of practice, the fusion of the spirit of the world, constantly remove impurities, constantly condensed, constantly changing, flowing in his body, has long been the best spiritual medicine in the world, and is the most suitable for his own spiritual medicine.

These ethereal drugs promote the continuous enhancement of his physical function, so that he has more vigorous energy, and even constantly stimulates his potential.

However, the real element that flows in his body is no longer like this.

Zheng Slee and his battle suddenly led to the stars that he could not even perceive, even in the eyes of outsiders, he forced all the astrals out of the body at once.

However, there is a fundamental difference between the strength of vitality and the impurities of the substance.

Just as the countless oxen and steel needles that are pierced into the body can be easily removed, but in the process of practicing, the medicinal nature of some drugs that quickly enhance Reiki has long been fused with blood, and it is impossible to separate each other and is difficult to remove.

The real element and the sea of air in his body, walking through these stars, shining and permeating all the places, have become completely different.

In his current perception, his true element makes himself feel a little strange.

Unfamiliar is bad.

Even if the real power is not reduced at all, the true element that flows in his body is like a chronic poison.

Although Zheng Sleeve is dead, it belongs to her unique strength, her vitality is still constantly eroding his body and will, including his confidence.

Even the shadow of Zheng Sleeve can be removed from the mind.

“Too bad to be toxic!”

He was irritated with unwarranted hysteria, his face twisted, and in the bedroom of no one else, he whispered and scolded.

He couldn’t even remember the first time.

And in the depths of his mind, it seems that there is a living and standing, laughing at him with contempt, mocking him, those spirit lotus seeds belong to her alone, it is his own want to take.

In the mocking voice of Zheng Slee, there is also the clearest and most vocal sentence that is, "Your cultivation will only be low from today and will not rise again."

“Are the widows really going to be like the king’s dream of that year, and lose in your hands?”

Yuan Wu's face was distorted from the face to the wood, and he finally temporarily removed the shadow of Zheng Slee and the voice of Zheng Slee from his mind, and then issued two orders, "call Bai Qi Qi back to the Long Ling" and "Making Zhao Gao to the Afang Palace".

An old man heard the voice of Yuan Wu in the palace.

He is Xu Fu.

He couldn’t help but sigh softly.

At this time, it occurred to him that Yuanwu had always seemed to be alone, and that he had never seemed to have friends around him.

At this moment, footsteps sounded outside his door.

An official sent a letter.

To his great astonishment, the first time he received the letter, he knew that the letter came from the sword field of Bashan, from Ding Ning.

The handwriting on the letterhead was very familiar to him, and the handwriting of the old king's surprise dream was exactly the same.

And the content itself, but let his body tremble slightly.

The letter only asked one sentence, the life and death of hundreds of boys and girls and the future, he cares?