Chapter 496 The Birth of a Queen
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.
The suppressed soft moan, not to mention how ecstatic.
Everything is settled, and there is no one who doesn't have eyes to bother, even if they don't have double cultivation, they can let 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 Race was doing a grand ceremony at the moment, and there was not even a maid. 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 rolling 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 your whole heart..."
"Of order." The red dress peeled off and was thrown at the end of the bed at will. Neither of them noticed that there was a spirit there.
"Who is this?" The blind man pinched his head speechlessly, wondering if he had picked the wrong person.
伱 Fucking just got it!
Ask any martial artist in the world, what will you do the first time you get the Book of Heaven and have free time?
Who doesn't study 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.
...
But having said that, even if personal emotions are not involved, this broadcast can only be like this... The secret realm and the 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, everyone worshiped the blood moon on the top of the mountain, and this place 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.
Sisi, who stepped on their backs and walked up, felt that the taste was actually not very good, the step 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, they seem to be getting 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 ancient spirits are not called kings, only patriarchs, and their positions are not as exaggerated as kings. The old councils of each clan have more weight, and the patriarchs are not hereditary.
But at this moment, it would be very easy for the mind to centralize power and become a king. There was no concept of such a system in the clan, 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 situation will create, 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 more and more dazedly at the laurel wreaths held by everyone kneeling in front of her.
The ancient spirit clan also had a patriarch in the past, but the former patriarch has been exterminated by the Doro venerable clan... From then 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 is Sisi's father.
Sisi's father is not the patriarch, and fortunately he is 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 the hero.
It is precisely because of this painful lesson that others are more and more in awe of "Wrath of the Ancestral Gods", 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.
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 have seen in the Miao border, the black Miao wants to be king, and its system can be referred to. You can make a draft first, and the holy envoy will 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 his sister-in-law now...
Under the bead curtain, the winking eyes gradually become silky.
The Eldar people kneeling down on the mountain below 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 like she was really burning up, 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. Is it like this? It seems to be normal.
"Saint, saint?" A cautious voice came from below.
"Oh." Sisi coughed twice, and folded her legs indistinctly: "The first issue... the great elder has been burned to death, and the rest of the rebels who have attached to the forbidden area to bully the tribe, how to deal with it?"
The atmosphere was chilled instantly.
...
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 do, you can’t skip meals, 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. Until now, Sisi, who had been busy all day, had a high-sounding reason: the king had to invite him in person.
Of course no one will be able to 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 coming from inside, Sisi looked up at the stars in the sky in disbelief, she was dumbfounded.
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-in-law won't get dehydrated? uh no...
You are obviously still injured, why don't you do this!
Sisi knocked on the door in grief and indignation: "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 play a tune or sing a song in these years. Is she finally getting better now...
The sound of the flute echoed slowly, and Zhao Changhe inside stopped his movements with a strange expression. He would rather not have such a 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 expressed was true, but it was different to Zhao Changhe’s ears...
The little maids are asking: "Saint, what song is this, did you learn it from the Xia people? I haven't heard it..."
"Does it sound good?"
"Sounds good, what's the name?"
Inside, Yue Hongling was also panting and asked: "What song is this fairy playing, why are you not moving..."
More than just not moving, it almost softened.
Inside and outside the house, they answered in unison: "This is "Phoenix Court."
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PS: Monthly ticket, huh~
(end of this chapter)