"Your Majesty, there is a witch boy who hurt Doctor Zheng's son with a demon curse. The leader of Aluojin not only does not uphold justice, but also speaks in a bad way!"

Sheng Lingyuan said that the matter was dealt with seriously, and then arrested the naughty child who caused trouble and the naughty child leader Aluojin, and each of them beat ten handbags.

After beating, he secretly went to coax himself privately. That day coincided with the annual "Devouring Evil Festival" of the Witch Man. On that night, the children of the Witch Man had to wear wooden masks, led by their fathers and brothers in the clan. They traveled with candles at night in places with moonlight, from south to north, singing anti-foul songs, praying for health and wellness in the coming year. Since Aluojin succeeded as the clan leader, although he was still a teenager, he was equivalent to an adult and never wore a mask. The Emperor's brother carved one for him, changed into casual clothes, and accompanied him for three miles during the fire trees and silver flowers night of the Witch Man tribe until he was called away by complicated matters.

"Your Majesty, Aluojin is not obeying the military order and insists on slaughtering the city! The enemy has surrendered. This move not only hurts the heavens and has given up such a reputation. If you fight again in the future, the other party will fight me to the death. How many soldiers will be killed in vain? Your Majesty!"

When Sheng Lingyuan heard the word "slaughter of the city", he finally raised his head from the book and looked at the human general who could not stand up in front of the case. This time, he was silent for a long time: "Call Aluojin back."

The human generals thought that the young master who was blinded by the witch had finally woken up and raised his head with hope.

He heard Sheng Lingyuan put down his pen "click" and whisper: "Don't make a statement about this matter, to the outside world... to the outside world, the demon clan who guarded the city pretended to surrender and planned to be a premeditated and was discovered by Aluojin, so he should serve as a warning to others."

The human general's face turned completely green.

"There are also half-demons who came to surrender," the young emperor did not pay attention to the anger of his subordinates and said with great concern, "I promised to give them blessings, but... even if they are not accepted by the demon clan, they still have bloodlines over there. If they come, remember to avoid it, especially don't let the witch tribe see it."

The complainant general stamped his feet and beat his chest, thinking that the young master was fascinated by the witch curse, and got out in a bulge.

Xuan Ji was clearly watching coldly, but for some reason, he put himself in the human officials who failed to sue again and again, and felt depressed: "Why is he so biased?"

Then he came to his senses and was puzzled by the depression in his heart: "What does it have to do with me?"

Sheng Lingyuan has been experiencing a path of blood in everything since he was a child. He has always been used to being tough. When he became an emperor, he would do whatever he wanted. Therefore, at the beginning, he did not realize that his willful favoritism would arouse any backlash. By the time he realized it, it was too late.

"Danli warned me twice." Sheng Lingyuan looked at his youthful self with a picky look. "For the first time, he said that I gave too many to the Witch Clan, and I didn't listen. The second time, he said that Aluojin was too extreme to the demon clan, and it might be good in the war. In the future, the war will be settled, and there will be disaster. I think, how can I be calm for the revenge of killing my father, but I still didn't listen."

"But the demon clan is not actually the same clan," Xuan Ji was extremely familiar with the development of the battle. He said naturally, "There are birds and beasts. Some of them are willing to fight with the demon king, some are opposed from the beginning, some are tired from fighting for a long time, want to go back to the deep mountains and forests to recuperate, and some are mixed-blood half-demons who are not accepted by the demon clan at all. So in the end, many demon clans and half-demons will fall to the human clan. These support are something you can't ask for, but A Luojin can't stand it."

Alojin didn't grow up, his world was either black or white.

"In order to give the half-blooded half demon who surrendered, I ordered the establishment of the 'Thirteen Sessions' - the predecessor of Qingping Si. This was hidden from Aluojin. But there were too many people hoping that he would not die well, and someone leaked the news the next day. Aluojin heard that he actually left his post from the front line and ran back to make trouble with me."

"What have you promised me! What have you promised me! You said you would help me avenge me, and now you are having fun with these beasts? You liar!" Aluojin was indeed spoiled and always regarded the Human Emperor as a little brother who grew up with him. Even if he followed others to call him "Your Majesty", he still had a similar mentality to playing house and never thought it true.

He shouted at his brother, and at most he was slapped, but he was unrestrained to the Emperor who commanded the hundreds of tribes, which would be a traitor.

Sheng Lingyuan certainly had no temper with him, but he had to worry too much. At this critical moment, the dignity of the Human Emperor should not be damaged, otherwise the team would not be able to be brought in in the future. He had to take down Aluojin, who was making trouble and locked up the dark room while everyone was not responding. He originally wanted to wait until the night was quiet, and he could temporarily escape from the armor of "Your Majesty" for a while, turn back to "Lingyuan", and then coax Aluojin.

The young Sheng Lingyuan was so angry that his heart ached, and he heard a voice sounding from behind the curtain: "Your Majesty, don't worry, when the young clan leader broke in, I had already sent someone to hold him back, and not many people heard it."

This sound made Xuan Ji shudder. I wonder if it was his illusion, but he felt that there was a gloomy... familiar dead aura in the sound.

The young emperor with a pale face removed the majesty on his face, showed helpless fatigue, and called out softly: "Teacher."

The man hid behind the curtain, but there was no one, only a dim shadow appeared. He slowly said to Sheng Lingyuan: "The young clan leader's hatred of the demon clan will definitely be a hidden danger. Your Majesty, I said this to you at the beginning."

"I...I know," the young Sheng Lingyuan sighed blankly, "But the old patriarch...teacher, what are you doing?"

The shadow suddenly knelt down behind the curtain and leaned down with his head: "Your Majesty, there is one more thing you may not know."

Xuan Ji and the young man Sheng Lingyuan in his memory walked towards the curtain together. The young emperor wanted to help his teacher up, while Xuan Ji was trying to see what this Danli looked like.

At this moment, a painful groan came from beside him, and the memory scene suddenly shattered.

Sheng Lingyuan pressed his temples tightly, staggered for half a step, and just hit Xuan Ji. Xuan Ji instinctively raised his hand to catch it, and was surprised - this body was actually warm and real, like the human body that was shoulder to shoulder with him on the bus and subway every day, with flesh and blood.

"You are..."

"I am used to being lonely ghosts, wearing human skin... I'm a little... um..." Sheng Lingyuan squeezed out a few words with difficulty, supported Xuan Ji's arm, and wanted to stand firm by himself, his fingers were covered in cold sweat and was trembling.

Xuan Ji suddenly remembered a non-existent study that said that Emperor Wu was in a state of great trouble when he was young, but later he committed atrocities and changed his temperament. This is not normal, so it is probably because of illness. It is speculated that the symptoms should be similar to neurasthenia, including sleep difficulties, continuous tinnitus, and migraines that occur at any time, etc.

The article was written without any evidence, and Xuan Ji read it as a novel. Could it be...it is actually true?

I don’t know if it was because of a sudden headache, Sheng Lingyuan’s memory suddenly became less clear. In the “ramping” space, many things around the two were in chaos, and countless people came and left, shouting, crying, and arguing...

"Your Majesty!" A distant voice came, and Sheng Lingyuan in Xuan Ji's arms subconsciously turned his head, as if he was stinged by the sound, "Captain Aluojin escaped from prison and ran away!"

"Boom", Xuan Ji's feet fell on the ground again, and a new memory scene was replaced. The surroundings were dark again, and the scenery looked very familiar.

They returned to the tomb of witches with bones all over the ground.

However, at this time, the "Witch Tomb" was just a cave, not covered with dead people. Sheng Lingyuan's painful and depressing breathing came to Xuan Ji's ears. Then, his hands were empty, Sheng Lingyuan threw away him, shook, and stood firm.

"So Danli suddenly knelt down just now, what did he say to you later?"

Sheng Lingyuan was silent for a while: "The truth about the death of the old patriarch of the Witch Clan - he confessed to me that Aluojin's messenger was sent by him, and the so-called Flying Rat Clan is invisible. The "messenger" itself is a personal skin puppet. Dan Li said that at that time we had no choice but to be able to take over the Witch Clan, and the entire human race was dead, and he could only..."

Xuan Ji seemed to have the temperature of the man just now remaining on his palm. He quickly became deserted by the wind in the cave. He sighed: "Your Majesty, you great men have such cold hands and their hearts are so dirty. Does Aluojin know about this?"

"He didn't run out, and he should have been angry with me at that time," Sheng Lingyuan whispered, "A Luojin... I was spoiled by me, so willful. After he ran away, he withdrew all the witch army on the front line. In anger, he led his clan members back to Dongchuan and broke the witch formation on the battlefield. The demon clan, who was originally fighting to the death, seized the opportunity and counterattacked wildly. Our army was forced to retreat for 60 miles in a row. More than a dozen villages in both cities fell into the hands of the demon clan. The demon clan massacred the city and vented his anger, and the people along the way had no chance to survive."

Xuan Ji felt his scalp tingling when he heard this: "But why are there still residents near the front line? Why didn't they evacuate?"

"Ha, for twenty years of war, there is no place for the world to be with you, where can I retreat?" Sheng Lingyuan smiled coldly and walked slowly in the cave. His voice was a little weak, but his footsteps were very stable. "At that time, the witch was ordered to guard the southeastern route and protect one side with its unpredictable magic of gods and ghosts. Many desperate people like to follow them. The witch and the human race blended, learned their clothes and words from each other, and were happy. The witch village was even formed where the witch guards were guarding, and they could be cultivated... Just after harvesting the grain, they had a good harvest, and half of them were given to the witch guards."

But the young and frivolous patriarch of the witch man abandoned them.

Sheng Lingyuan's side face was as sharp and handsome as a knife, clearly destroyed in the witch tombs that were marching upstream: "The witch people love to eat fresh fruits, and Aluojin likes to eat pears. In order to please him, the human race in Wu Village put the grain and fresh fruit outside the witch army tent... When we drove back to collect the corpses, we couldn't sift through the grain and dust. The fruit carefully selected by the people was trampled into mud on the iron hooves and soaked in blood. An old woman was sucked by a man-eating monster and left only broken bones... Those beast-bred beasts have always been picky and picky, and rarely eat fresh and tender old bones. Do you know why?"

Xuan Ji sensitively captured some kind of viciousness from the man's immortal smile, and suddenly realized that this was not for him, but for the demon Alujin who was "traveling".

"Because, she was holding a can of pear nectar dedicated to the young clan leader in her arms, which broke and flowed all over her," Sheng Lingyuan's voice became softer and more cruel. He said, "It must be very sweet."

What's this all about? Xuan Ji felt his temples jumping randomly when he heard it.

"The crowd was excited, and everyone forced me to deal with Aluojin. The Witch Humans became a rebellion of the human race and was forced to suppress it by me. I rushed to Dongchuan overnight, but I was one step slower. Half demons, the human race who had been dissatisfied with Aluojin for a long time, besieged Dongchuan. Many formations and spells of the Witch Humans were presented as early as when Aluojin surrendered. Dongchuan's protective umbrella was naturally vulnerable to their own people. They quickly broke through the barrier of Dongchuan, and a demon clan was fishing in the waters... Oh, yes, that's it, did you hear it?"
Chapter completed!