The drums sounded again and the music sped up again, but this time what appeared in the picture was the scenery of the Principality of West Asia.

"In order to take care of these families whose relatives are still in Eagle City opposite Morne Mountain, West Asia hopes to cooperate in depth with Simeng."

Grand Duke Tilda folded her hands and looked at Han Dongwen scornfully.

"Mana consciousness, I see, the king of seven consciousnesses."

The picture flashed by, and Prince Gao, who was wearing a white cat mask, raised his hand to smash the picture into pieces, and Han Dongwen fell into it.

"If this is the case, all the West Asian thieves captured by me in Simeng will be executed to death, and their corpses will be hung on the star boat and floated throughout the Talis area. When the star boat returns to Tianying City, the thieves will be beheaded and their bodies will be exposed on the city wall.

Above, there is a hundred-mile river of blood, and the gate is open for all West Asian citizens who step into Simeng to pay their respects!"

Han Dongwen roared angrily, and the veins on his neck were already highlighted. With the exciting drum beats and soundtrack, his anger almost overflowed the screen!

"You want Sky Eagle City? I will deliver it to you, along with dozens of corpses on this star boat, and the overwhelming resentment of Simeng people throughout the city!"

He raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Simeng.

"Do you want to get up?!"

The drum beat disappeared.

The music disappeared.

The screen disappeared.

The sound seemed to echo over the stage, and in the darkness, the candlelight lit up again.

Tantai Fu's figure appeared again. His right hand had already drawn the bowstring, but it was an empty bow without any arrows.

He looked at the boundless night sky with his eagle-like eyes, with a solemn expression on his face, and spoke in a deep voice:

"A hundred years have made the world vast, the four seas are full of life, the nine dragons sing in Jingsi, and the arrows fall across each other, and the ghosts are majestic!"

Scarlet lightning condensed, the sky changed suddenly, and the clouds in the night sky lined up, as if making way for this bow.

The bowstring of the Kowloon Bow lit up with a dazzling red electric light, condensing into an arrow visible to the naked eye!

"Ba Xia, come out!"

Like thunder in the sky, the red arrow shot out of the sky, almost lighting up the entire Simeng sky!

The picture dimmed for the last time, and the narrator's voice sounded again, a little weak, yet extremely firm:

"I am the king of Simeng."

The ancient ritual song sounded, and a ball of fire emerged from the darkness. In the black background, two Chinese characters were burned through the back of the paper:

Simeng.

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"Mom? Slow down!"

The temperature in the room was not warm. Bota was folding the washed clothes. He looked up and saw his mother walking out holding the wall. She quickly put down what she was doing and stepped forward to help her. She was surprised and happy and said: "You...

Have you stopped coughing? Do you have the strength to get out of bed?"

His mother's face was very pale, but she still looked at him with a smile: "A few days ago, I drank the bitter medicine you brought back and felt better."

"This is really..."

Bota was so excited that he wanted to jump up. He quickly looked up at a portrait of the Lord hanging on the wall: "This is really the blessing of the Lord, great, great!"

Mother smiled and rubbed Bota's hair: "This is not only the blessing of the god, but also the credit of the doctor who prescribed the medicine, right? Which powerful doctor did you find?"

"I……"

Bota turned back and looked at her mother: "Not a doctor, but a, a princess..."

"What did you say?" Mother was stunned and asked in confusion.

Bota gave an overview of what happened on the day he was about to be fired from his job at the winery, and his mother couldn't believe it.

"So, that medicine was given to me by the princess of Simeng, so I will let you try it."

He looked at his mother sheepishly, only to see her let out a long sigh, raised her eyes to look out the window, and murmured:

"Si Meng...if your father knew, he would be happy."

Bota stood there without speaking.

After a long silence, the mother showed a weak smile: "It's so noisy outside today and there are so many people. What's going on?"

Bota turned his head and looked out the window: "Today is the last day of the King of Simeng's visit to West Asia. The Grand Justice is taking them to visit the parish."

The usually quiet streets were packed with crowds.

Under the clear sky unique to the snow country, the warm sunshine shines on the wide Felien Street. After the snow melts, the black and neat cinder asphalt road surface is exposed.

If you have ever seen the clear sky after snow, you will know that it is even brighter than usual.

The sky is bluer and the clouds are whiter.

Even Bailan Mountain, which can be seen in the distance, looks more majestic.

People in West Asia, Simeng people in West Asia, all kinds of people wearing all kinds of clothes, breathing white in the sun, standing excitedly on both sides of the road, looking at the people walking together from a distance

King Simeng and the Grand Duke of West Asia.

"Grand Duke!"

"Grand Duke!"

They obviously came mainly to see the Grand Duke. The crowd shouted Tilda's name and praised her for leading the principality to become rich and powerful step by step.

There are also faces of Simeng people shouting, calling for King Simeng to give up the Eagle City so that the families separated by the war can be reunited.

“Let’s reunite our families!”

"Sell more things, Simeng people!"

"King of Simeng, let the people of Simeng also obey the teachings of the Lord God!"

There are huge crowds of people, hundreds of voices, and a thousand voices.

In the middle of Felien Street, Han Dongwen, who was walking well, slowed down a little, scanning the sea of ​​people and listening to the huge wave of shouts.

"What's wrong, Han?"

Tilda on the side asked softly.

Han Dongwen closed his eyes, raised his head and took a deep breath of dry and cold air.

After a long time, he spoke slowly:

"I'm imitating you Westerners in praying."

"Pray? Why?"

Han Dongwen opened his eyes and looked at the clear blue sky with white clouds:

"Because I can only walk cautiously on the road ahead."
Chapter completed!