Chapter 2365
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Today, there is only one continent left, which is almost completely surrounded by the sea water of countless chaotic seas. In particular, the Jiulong pass, which has just erupted in the war, is full of the smell of sleeplessness.
As a sleepless breath that condenses the power of the end, the smell is natural and pleasant. Therefore, Zhao Yu sitting in the carriage will choose to open the curtain of the carriage a little when eating noodles, so as to get some air.
The next breath, accompanied by the opening of the curtain, the fresh air belonging to the vast land of China, together with the thin flying snowflakes, drilled into the carriage and let the leaning Zhao Yu subconsciously spit out a mouthful of turbidity.
"Hoo."
After a long breath, Zhao Yu raised his head and saw that the long smoke street was bustling everywhere. At the same time, the bright fire red of the streets and alleys combined with the snow-white were telling everyone that the most grand festival of summer was coming.
"It's another year."
After the murmuring voice came out of the young emperor's mouth, Zhao Yu put down the fold in his hand, got up and came to the parking space of the carriage, sat down side by side with Liang Po, picked up chopsticks and began to eat.
The noodles in Qiongjiang restaurant seem not to get tired of eating many times. Zhao Yu doesn't care about the etiquette of eating noodles. When he opens his mouth, he takes a big mouthful of noodles and makes a wheezing sound.
Then the young emperor chewed and said:
"Liang Po, how many years have we passed in the capital of God?"
Liang Po paused when he asked this question. After thinking about it, he replied:
"The fifth or sixth year, Weichen forgot."
"Coincidentally, I don't remember. I only know that sometimes the time passes quickly and sometimes very slowly. People don't know how long it has passed."
When the voice fell, Zhao Yu ate another mouthful of noodles. As soon as he looked up, he looked at the street in front of the carriage. A man like a housekeeper ran all the way and looked anxiously back and forth at the queue at the door of the Qiongjiang hall.
At the next breath, the housekeeper saw the goal he needed to look for and kept walking towards the middle-aged fat man in the team who was communicating with the old man.
After a while, the housekeeper, who was covered with snow on his head and body, came to the side of the round middle-aged man, but gasped for breath because he was too anxious.
Then the middle-aged man looked puzzled when he saw that the visitor was so embarrassed. He raised his hand and pressed it gently, and a thick voice came out:
"Lao Xue, why are you in such a hurry? Take a breath first and speak slowly."
"Big, my Lord, something's wrong."
As soon as the word "accident" came out, the middle-aged man's face changed. Then the housekeeper stepped forward and said a hurried word in the former's ear, which made the extremely round man's face turn white and his whole body tremble violently.
Finally, it was dark and whirling. If the old man in front of him didn't have quick eyes and hands and hold him, I'm afraid he wouldn't have to fall directly.
After several breaths, the middle-aged man regained consciousness, and a lot of blood began to appear in his eyes, but he still insisted on asking:
"Does the old man know about it?"
"I know. Without concealing it, I fainted directly. I was sent to the house by the bachelor's pavilion. My wife was also extremely hurt and fell in bed."
When the words came out, the middle-aged man could no longer hold his mind. He began to cough violently. Then he seemed to think of something. Gu Zi left the door of Qiongjiang hall and muttered:
"I want to go back to my house, I want to go back to my house."
"My Lord, the carriage has stopped at the corner. This way, my Lord!"
Before the housekeeper finished, the middle-aged man who hurried in the snow stumbled directly and fell forward. His fat body hit seven meat and eight vegetables, but he still raised his hand on the ground. However, the two lines of tears could not help flowing down in his eyes and uttered a sad cry:
"My son!"
This sad cry penetrated the snowy street in the Royal Palace of God and clearly spread into the carriage on the corner, which also stopped Zhao Yu's chewing.
Then the young emperor put down his chopsticks, looked at the middle-aged man set up by several people in front of him, opened his mouth and asked:
"Are these people from the Xiao family in Zizhu lane?"
"Your Majesty, it is the middle-aged man who is a little fat. He should be the son of Xiao Lao, a college student at that time."
After Liang Po's response came out, he straightened his burly body and continued to say:
"In his early years, the great scholar Xiao was demobilized because of serious injury, but he still yearned to make contributions on the battlefield, so he had high hopes for his only son.
"But it's a pity that this man has a shallow foundation in martial arts and has been fat since childhood, which makes Xiao very angry. He doesn't like him very much from urination."
When Liang Po finished, Zhao Yu also put down his chopsticks, as if he thought of something and said:
"But I heard that he is a famous filial son in the capital of God?"
"Your Majesty is wise. He is indeed very filial. He knows that the old scholar likes to eat noodles from Qiongjiang restaurant and often comes to line up to buy them in person. Xiao Laoping always says that although his son is gifted and stupid, for the sake of filial piety, God has given birth to a gifted and intelligent young man to the Xiao family."
After saying that, Liang Po's face showed a trace of sadness, opened his mouth and continued to say:
"Your Majesty knows this young man. When he first arrived in the capital city, he had a deal with him. His name is Xiao su."
"Xiao Su?"
At the next breath, Zhao Yu repeated these two words. Then there were some ups and downs in his black eyes, and the emperor's voice came out:
"The fourth place on the first line of the list of dead in the battle of jiulongguan I saw before is Xiao su."
"Your Majesty, Xiao Su is subordinate to the Antan division. In the Jiulong pass, he was the first team to rush out of the nine dragon wall with the altar and made a first-class war merit. However, in the subsequent war, he was stabbed through his body by the sleepless Ao."
In the carriage, Liang Po's words continued to ring. Although they were still stable, they had brought admiration. Then the whole carriage became extremely quiet.
At the next breath, Zhao Yu picked up the bowl of noodle soup left in front of him, but his eyes kept staring at the back of the man who was held and staggered away in the long wind and snow street.
"War will always kill people, and between heaven and earth, God and people worship those killed in war!"
Then the murmur came out of Zhao Yu's mouth, and the voice fell. The young emperor drank the noodle soup in the bowl directly up, as if he drank not soup, but liquor.
After eating a bowl of noodle soup, Zhao Yu put down the bowl, looked through the flying snow, gently knocked on the desk in front of him, and continued to roar out word by word:
"If in the end, the sky is really hard to pull, then I will die in front of the people of Daxia!"
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Today, there is only one continent left, which is almost completely surrounded by the sea water of countless chaotic seas. In particular, the Jiulong pass, which has just erupted in the war, is full of the smell of sleeplessness.
As a sleepless breath that condenses the power of the end, the smell is natural and pleasant. Therefore, Zhao Yu sitting in the carriage will choose to open the curtain of the carriage a little when eating noodles, so as to get some air.
The next breath, accompanied by the opening of the curtain, the fresh air belonging to the vast land of China, together with the thin flying snowflakes, drilled into the carriage and let the leaning Zhao Yu subconsciously spit out a mouthful of turbidity.
"Hoo."
After a long breath, Zhao Yu raised his head and saw that the long smoke street was bustling everywhere. At the same time, the bright fire red of the streets and alleys combined with the snow-white were telling everyone that the most grand festival of summer was coming.
"It's another year."
After the murmuring voice came out of the young emperor's mouth, Zhao Yu put down the fold in his hand, got up and came to the parking space of the carriage, sat down side by side with Liang Po, picked up chopsticks and began to eat.
The noodles in Qiongjiang restaurant seem not to get tired of eating many times. Zhao Yu doesn't care about the etiquette of eating noodles. When he opens his mouth, he takes a big mouthful of noodles and makes a wheezing sound.
Then the young emperor chewed and said:
"Liang Po, how many years have we passed in the capital of God?"
Liang Po paused when he asked this question. After thinking about it, he replied:
"The fifth or sixth year, Weichen forgot."
"Coincidentally, I don't remember. I only know that sometimes the time passes quickly and sometimes very slowly. People don't know how long it has passed."
When the voice fell, Zhao Yu ate another mouthful of noodles. As soon as he looked up, he looked at the street in front of the carriage. A man like a housekeeper ran all the way and looked anxiously back and forth at the queue at the door of the Qiongjiang hall.
At the next breath, the housekeeper saw the goal he needed to look for and kept walking towards the middle-aged fat man in the team who was communicating with the old man.
After a while, the housekeeper, who was covered with snow on his head and body, came to the side of the round middle-aged man, but gasped for breath because he was too anxious.
Then the middle-aged man looked puzzled when he saw that the visitor was so embarrassed. He raised his hand and pressed it gently, and a thick voice came out:
"Lao Xue, why are you in such a hurry? Take a breath first and speak slowly."
"Big, my Lord, something's wrong."
As soon as the word "accident" came out, the middle-aged man's face changed. Then the housekeeper stepped forward and said a hurried word in the former's ear, which made the extremely round man's face turn white and his whole body tremble violently.
Finally, it was dark and whirling. If the old man in front of him didn't have quick eyes and hands and hold him, I'm afraid he wouldn't have to fall directly.
After several breaths, the middle-aged man regained consciousness, and a lot of blood began to appear in his eyes, but he still insisted on asking:
"Does the old man know about it?"
"I know. Without concealing it, I fainted directly. I was sent to the house by the bachelor's pavilion. My wife was also extremely hurt and fell in bed."
When the words came out, the middle-aged man could no longer hold his mind. He began to cough violently. Then he seemed to think of something. Gu Zi left the door of Qiongjiang hall and muttered:
"I want to go back to my house, I want to go back to my house."
"My Lord, the carriage has stopped at the corner. This way, my Lord!"
Before the housekeeper finished, the middle-aged man who hurried in the snow stumbled directly and fell forward. His fat body hit seven meat and eight vegetables, but he still raised his hand on the ground. However, the two lines of tears could not help flowing down in his eyes and uttered a sad cry:
"My son!"
This sad cry penetrated the snowy street in the Royal Palace of God and clearly spread into the carriage on the corner, which also stopped Zhao Yu's chewing.
Then the young emperor put down his chopsticks, looked at the middle-aged man set up by several people in front of him, opened his mouth and asked:
"Are these people from the Xiao family in Zizhu lane?"
"Your Majesty, it is the middle-aged man who is a little fat. He should be the son of Xiao Lao, a college student at that time."
After Liang Po's response came out, he straightened his burly body and continued to say:
"In his early years, the great scholar Xiao was demobilized because of serious injury, but he still yearned to make contributions on the battlefield, so he had high hopes for his only son.
"But it's a pity that this man has a shallow foundation in martial arts and has been fat since childhood, which makes Xiao very angry. He doesn't like him very much from urination."
When Liang Po finished, Zhao Yu also put down his chopsticks, as if he thought of something and said:
"But I heard that he is a famous filial son in the capital of God?"
"Your Majesty is wise. He is indeed very filial. He knows that the old scholar likes to eat noodles from Qiongjiang restaurant and often comes to line up to buy them in person. Xiao Laoping always says that although his son is gifted and stupid, for the sake of filial piety, God has given birth to a gifted and intelligent young man to the Xiao family."
After saying that, Liang Po's face showed a trace of sadness, opened his mouth and continued to say:
"Your Majesty knows this young man. When he first arrived in the capital city, he had a deal with him. His name is Xiao su."
"Xiao Su?"
At the next breath, Zhao Yu repeated these two words. Then there were some ups and downs in his black eyes, and the emperor's voice came out:
"The fourth place on the first line of the list of dead in the battle of jiulongguan I saw before is Xiao su."
"Your Majesty, Xiao Su is subordinate to the Antan division. In the Jiulong pass, he was the first team to rush out of the nine dragon wall with the altar and made a first-class war merit. However, in the subsequent war, he was stabbed through his body by the sleepless Ao."
In the carriage, Liang Po's words continued to ring. Although they were still stable, they had brought admiration. Then the whole carriage became extremely quiet.
At the next breath, Zhao Yu picked up the bowl of noodle soup left in front of him, but his eyes kept staring at the back of the man who was held and staggered away in the long wind and snow street.
"War will always kill people, and between heaven and earth, God and people worship those killed in war!"
Then the murmur came out of Zhao Yu's mouth, and the voice fell. The young emperor drank the noodle soup in the bowl directly up, as if he drank not soup, but liquor.
After eating a bowl of noodle soup, Zhao Yu put down the bowl, looked through the flying snow, gently knocked on the desk in front of him, and continued to roar out word by word:
"If in the end, the sky is really hard to pull, then I will die in front of the people of Daxia!"
You can read the novel online free at novelhall. com
Today, there is only one continent left, which is almost completely surrounded by the sea water of countless chaotic seas. In particular, the Jiulong pass, which has just erupted in the war, is full of the smell of sleeplessness.As a sleepless breath that condenses the power of the end, the smell is natural and pleasant. Therefore, Zhao Yu sitting in the carriage will choose to open the curtain of the carriage a little when eating noodles, so as to get some air.The next breath, accompanied by the opening of the curtain, the fresh air belonging to the vast land of China, together with the thin flying snowflakes, drilled into the carriage and let the leaning Zhao Yu subconsciously spit out a mouthful of turbidity."Hoo."After a long breath, Zhao Yu raised his head and saw that the long smoke street was bustling everywhere. At the same time, the bright fire red of the streets and alleys combined with the snow-white were telling everyone that the most grand festival of summer was coming."It's another year."After the murmuring voice came out of the young emperor's mouth, Zhao Yu put down the fold in his hand, got up and came to the parking space of the carriage, sat down side by side with Liang Po, picked up chopsticks and began to eat.The noodles in Qiongjiang restaurant seem not to get tired of eating many times. Zhao Yu doesn't care about the etiquette of eating noodles. When he opens his mouth, he takes a big mouthful of noodles and makes a wheezing sound.Then the young emperor chewed and said:"Liang Po, how many years have we passed in the capital of God?"Liang Po paused when he asked this question. After thinking about it, he replied:"The fifth or sixth year, Weichen forgot.""Coincidentally, I don't remember. I only know that sometimes the time passes quickly and sometimes very slowly. People don't know how long it has passed."When the voice fell, Zhao Yu ate another mouthful of noodles. As soon as he looked up, he looked at the street in front of the carriage. A man like a housekeeper ran all the way and looked anxiously back and forth at the queue at the door of the Qiongjiang hall.At the next breath, the housekeeper saw the goal he needed to look for and kept walking towards the middle-aged fat man in the team who was communicating with the old man.After a while, the housekeeper, who was covered with snow on his head and body, came to the side of the round middle-aged man, but gasped for breath because he was too anxious.Then the middle-aged man looked puzzled when he saw that the visitor was so embarrassed. He raised his hand and pressed it gently, and a thick voice came out:"Lao Xue, why are you in such a hurry? Take a breath first and speak slowly.""Big, my Lord, something's wrong."As soon as the word "accident" came out, the middle-aged man's face changed. Then the housekeeper stepped forward and said a hurried word in the former's ear, which made the extremely round man's face turn white and his whole body tremble violently.Finally, it was dark and whirling. If the old man in front of him didn't have quick eyes and hands and hold him, I'm afraid he wouldn't have to fall directly.After several breaths, the middle-aged man regained consciousness, and a lot of blood began to appear in his eyes, but he still insisted on asking:"Does the old man know about it?""I know. Without concealing it, I fainted directly. I was sent to the house by the bachelor's pavilion. My wife was also extremely hurt and fell in bed."When the words came out, the middle-aged man could no longer hold his mind. He began to cough violently. Then he seemed to think of something. Gu Zi left the door of Qiongjiang hall and muttered:"I want to go back to my house, I want to go back to my house.""My Lord, the carriage has stopped at the corner. This way, my Lord!"Before the housekeeper finished, the middle-aged man who hurried in the snow stumbled directly and fell forward. His fat body hit seven meat and eight vegetables, but he still raised his hand on the ground. However, the two lines of tears could not help flowing down in his eyes and uttered a sad cry:"My son!"This sad cry penetrated the snowy street in the Royal Palace of God and clearly spread into the carriage on the corner, which also stopped Zhao Yu's chewing.Then the young emperor put down his chopsticks, looked at the middle-aged man set up by several people in front of him, opened his mouth and asked:"Are these people from the Xiao family in Zizhu lane?""Your Majesty, it is the middle-aged man who is a little fat. He should be the son of Xiao Lao, a college student at that time."After Liang Po's response came out, he straightened his burly body and continued to say:"In his early years, the great scholar Xiao was demobilized because of serious injury, but he still yearned to make contributions on the battlefield, so he had high hopes for his only son."But it's a pity that this man has a shallow foundation in martial arts and has been fat since childhood, which makes Xiao very angry. He doesn't like him very much from urination."When Liang Po finished, Zhao Yu also put down his chopsticks, as if he thought of something and said:"But I heard that he is a famous filial son in the capital of God?""Your Majesty is wise. He is indeed very filial. He knows that the old scholar likes to eat noodles from Qiongjiang restaurant and often comes to line up to buy them in person. Xiao Laoping always says that although his son is gifted and stupid, for the sake of filial piety, God has given birth to a gifted and intelligent young man to the Xiao family."After saying that, Liang Po's face showed a trace of sadness, opened his mouth and continued to say:"Your Majesty knows this young man. When he first arrived in the capital city, he had a deal with him. His name is Xiao su.""Xiao Su?"At the next breath, Zhao Yu repeated these two words. Then there were some ups and downs in his black eyes, and the emperor's voice came out:"The fourth place on the first line of the list of dead in the battle of jiulongguan I saw before is Xiao su.""Your Majesty, Xiao Su is subordinate to the Antan division. In the Jiulong pass, he was the first team to rush out of the nine dragon wall with the altar and made a first-class war merit. However, in the subsequent war, he was stabbed through his body by the sleepless Ao."In the carriage, Liang Po's words continued to ring. Although they were still stable, they had brought admiration. Then the whole carriage became extremely quiet.At the next breath, Zhao Yu picked up the bowl of noodle soup left in front of him, but his eyes kept staring at the back of the man who was held and staggered away in the long wind and snow street."War will always kill people, and between heaven and earth, God and people worship those killed in war!"Then the murmur came out of Zhao Yu's mouth, and the voice fell. The young emperor drank the noodle soup in the bowl directly up, as if he drank not soup, but liquor.After eating a bowl of noodle soup, Zhao Yu put down the bowl, looked through the flying snow, gently knocked on the desk in front of him, and continued to roar out word by word:"If in the end, the sky is really hard to pull, then I will die in front of the people of Daxia!"You can read the novel online free at novelhall. com
