Chapter 150 (1/2)
Seeing Jiang Yunhe kneeling down to salute, Xu Kang also tried to suppress his panic and followed him to kneel down.
He is the highest cultivation of the venerable realm.
Originally, such accomplishments were not low enough to be arrogant enough.
However, after Lin Xuan released his mind just now, he knew how small he was.
If he didn't have to, he didn't want to come out and face Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan's Majesty was so great that he was terrified at a glance.
Just now he killed Lei Yang and abandoned Yinghu. Lin Xuan was too lazy to do it again, so he looked at them faintly:
”The holy land of lingchi has been orthodox for hundreds of thousands of years, and is guarded by the divine dragon vein.”
”Originally, you and others should take maintaining the peace of the northern Xuantian as their own responsibility.”
”But what is disappointing is that you and others helped the tyranny, relying on their own feces to bully neighboring countries at will, causing chaos in the North Xuantian.”
Listening to Lin Xuan's words, Jiang Yunhe and Xu Kang both have chills behind them.
Every word of Lin Xuan, like a sharp knife, deeply penetrated into their hearts.
Jiang Yunhe hurriedly bowed his head and said, ”the emperor is up, but I am confused. Please punish the emperor!”
Xu Kang's throat moved several times, and finally squeezed out five words: ”please punish the emperor!”
In their opinion.
In front of such big people as emperor Fu, any defense is weak.
Maybe the more you say, the more you make mistakes.
Once the emperor is provoked, he may be killed like Lei Yang.
It's better to sincerely admit your mistake to the emperor and sincerely ask the emperor to punish you.
In the final analysis, in the face of people like emperor Fu.
A good attitude of admitting mistakes is everything!
Lin Xuan said, ”lingchi holy land is rich in resources, so be a loyal dog to beixuantian.”
”In the future, the holy land will be responsible for the peace of the ten countries around the holy land.”
”If similar events happen again, there is no need for the holy land of lingchi.”
Jiang Yunhe and Xu Kang were overjoyed.
Although Lin Xuan regarded the holy land of lingchi as a dog of beixuantian.
However, in their view, Jiang Yunhe is already very lucky.
”Yes! I will abide by the emperor's decree until I die!”
Jiang Yunhe quickly kowtowed and saluted.
Seeing Lin Xuan trampling on the holy land of the invincible spirit pool, all the people present looked amazed.
He is worthy of being an emperor and regards one party's overlord as an ant.
This kind of spirit and vision is really amazing.
Yang Xin's eyes were even more graceful, and she was moved by Lin Xuan's powerful aura.
”A man like him is the perfect choice for all women!”
”It's really a great luck that the female emperor xuanbing can get him!”
In the worship and awe of the people, Lin Xuan got up with his daughters and was ready to leave.
”Eh? What is this?”
Xuanyou, with sharp eyes, saw a bird made of red rope on the ground. It was strange and beautiful.
She immediately jumped from Lin Xuan's arms to the ground and picked up the red rope handicraft.
Xuanzhu, xuanxi and Xuanhan also leave Lin Xuan and join together.
”Wow, really have a good look!”
Little girls have seen a lot of rope handicrafts.
But it's the first time I've seen such a delicate one.
Yang Xin came forward with a red face and said, ”princesses, this is a small craft woven by little women.”
She was at the age of Huaichun and was good at rope art, so she knitted herself such a handicraft and took it with her.
Just now she was bounced off by the winning tiger. It should have fallen on the ground at that time.
”Oh, auntie, you're really good!” Xuanyou exclaimed.
Xuanzhu asked, ”aunt, why are two birds you weave connected together, but they share a pair of wings?”
Hearing the speech, Yang Xin couldn't help blushing and buried her head deeply. Her expression was quite shy.
Lin Xuan came forward and said faintly, ”this bird is called a bipedal bird. The male and female take off together, which is a metaphor for a loving lover.”
”There is a poem called 'wish to be a winged bird in heaven', which says this kind of bird.”