?It is really important to take action against Wang Ce and Dun Bo first, and the impact is too great. Regardless of whether Wang Ce deliberately fell into the trap and faced the pressure of the God's Glory Association, Dun Bo is now like being trapped in a cocoon and being forced to take the lead.

The ultimate goal of Dunbo is definitely not what the Zhan Lingjun wants to do to Wang Ce? Tomorrow's chapter is revealed. Book friends are interested in it, so I can only remind you that it is related to life and death and monthly votes.

"What are we waiting for..."

"Waiting for signal Wang Ce's signal port..."

"In my opinion, why not just break into the palace and rescue Wang Ce directly..." Killing the emperor is a straightforward and rough temperament. He obviously doesn't like to play too many tricks. However, the Eight Dragon is not Yueyi: "He said before leaving, he must wait for his signal before he can come out. This is the most important thing to do. Otherwise, even if he rescues him, it will be meaningless..."

Wang Ce has returned from the five continents of the wilderness for two years, but no one knows that the killing emperor is his person, and no one knows that the killing emperor will invite Emperor Wangqian. If the half-emperor soul is the secret piece of Emperor Tang, why didn’t Wang Ce also kill the emperor and Emperor Wangqing help? Ya is cunning? Ya is even more cunning? Dunbo’s talented heart, Wang Ce may not have been unintentional. Wang Ce has always concealed the relationship between Wang Ce and the killing emperor, and it may not have been ambushing for every day. Dunbo can know almost Wang Ce’s trump card, but in the end, it will only be almost, not all. Wang Ce has never been exposed. Killing emperor’s pupils are dark: "When waiting for the signal, what does he want to do." Everyone’s eyes swept over

, full of curiosity. The Eight Dragon Chenfeng said, "He said that he was only going to force someone to reveal some true face..." He didn't say it was Ya, but, who could be here, generally know that Wang Ce was talking about Ya. Everyone was silent for a while, and the Wheel King said lightly: "What about Wuling? He must be a wise man. The only thing that can compete with the Human Emperor is his mouth. If we don't want to be forced to be the Human Emperor, we must keep his mouth..." The Wheel Royal Family lived in the black wheel, wiped the tip of the wheel like the moon steel, and his calm words revealed his determination: "For us, for the warriors, for the promise..." Everyone was shocked. Yes, for themselves, for the warriors, for the promises. The Eight Dragon said slowly: "The signal is the heart!"

"Red heart!"

Cold wind, flying snow, covering the sky and covering the pill.

Wang Ce stood in the open space, like a childish childlike heart stepped on the snow, trampling it so hard, and then laughed proudly. Old Eunuch Wang was serving him, and it would be okay if you were to say it was surveillance. The half-emperor soul came silently, looking at the young man who was trying to criticize him for being happy, and suddenly said, "Why can you always laugh?"

Wang Ce squatted down and grabbed a ball of snow: "Because, laughing is better than crying, at least I will feel good..."

"If Dunbo kills me, I will invite him and allow me to laugh before I die." Wang Ce looked up, his smile broke, and winter seemed to have changed. "I believe that laughter is always the most powerful kind of love mouth..."

Wang Ce held the snow ball in his hand and bloomed with joy: "Laughter is the only thing that can be called great. If I am smiling, please don't stop me..."

Suddenly he raised his hand and threw it. The snow group flew towards the old eunuch Wang. The old eunuch Wang had no expression on his face and stopped him just in a fit of anger.

Half-Emperor's soul was silent for a while and slowly said, "The God's grace will arrive at the mouth tomorrow..."

Wang Ce narrowed his eyes and smiled brighter: "Is that the best thing to say? I am so stingy, Dunbo is probably in a dilemma. However, if I am so stingy, he will be forced to make the most important choice..."

"How can he do it? He fulfills the transaction with the God's grace. I am so smart, he must not want the consequences that mean too many adverse to him..."

"If you play, he can only let me go. If you let me go, he will never be able to pick me up again. I will never be able to have a second soul-stop ..."

"What are you doing? He can only attack me."

Half-Emperor's soul said indifferently: "He is your father."

Wang Ce shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly that he didn't treat Dunbo as a relative. That's actually a nonsense. The problem with the mouth is that people won't think so, and their bloodlines are placed, so he is very passive and can only wait for Dunbo to take action first.

Wang Ce smiled and looked up: "I have always been quite curious about what relationship you have and Lao Dun, why didn't you kill her back then?"

The half-emperor's soul was hoarse: "You are right, I've seen her mouth..."

Wang Ce smiled and shrugged, saying that he said nothing.

Emperor Tang was outside the courtyard, listening without saying a word from Wang Ce's words and divine love. No one could get his trump card.

No one knows the relationship between Wang Ce and the Emperor Killing, no one knows that the Emperor Killing Emperor and the Emperor invited the Forgetful Heavenly Hand. And what really told the Emperor Wang Ce was a sentence from Wang Ce, "I know the privacy of the Road to the God of Martial God...". Generosity is always more valuable than stingy poison. No one will make public the Martial God Book, and Wang Ce made it public without caring about it, so he got the friendship of Babulong and others. No one will tell the second person about the secret of the Martial God Realm. Wang Ce would tell it without mind, so the Forgetful Heavenly Hand came.

Did Wang Ce’s intention be captured by Dunbo, forcing the gods to play with this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and force Dunbo to reveal his true face?

Wang Ce would not admit it, at least at this time, he would never admit it. Emperor Tang said nothing, and the love germanium suddenly became excited and a cough broke out. He simply walked in. After looking at Wang Ce for a while, a faint blood color appeared on Emperor Tang’s mustard white face: "You have been servile, come with me." Amid a series of coughs, he took Wang Ce away. Old eunuch Wang followed, following him.

Left pieces of fishy red and white snow, contrasting with the strange color.

The eyes of the half-emperor soul seemed to be vortex, taking the strange color level. He suddenly raised his hand and punched the sword energy on the sword without saying a word, as if the chain was blasting.

The white snow and bloody colours covering the ground disappeared immediately, revealing the wet and dirty ground, Wang Ce Youran, followed like an outing.

While continuing to feel the direction of the bronze pot, he showed a faint smile and quickly restrained his feelings, suddenly sighed: "It's a beautiful world.

Maybe he paused for a moment, and he paused around the colorful world of snow: "What will the gods bring to Jiuzhou after the comeback? He personally destroyed the order and civilization they helped to establish?"

"The beauty of all talents and all the beauty will turn into turtles that day."

Emperor Tang finally failed to remain indifferent. He said firmly without looking back: "So, before the gods come, we must unify the nine continents to unite the power of the world to compete with the gods..."

After a pause, he said what Wang Ce wanted to hear: "We are descendants of the God of Martial Arts. It is our Tianren to fight against the gods. The Renren is a great hero and a savior. It's God, it's us.

Sure enough... Wang Ce sighed in his heart that he was vaguely so smart that Emperor Tang was thinking. Ce smiled: "Actually, I hope you say that this is the responsibility of all mankind."

The three great martial gods, a saint, may be great, or despicable, and will never be the truth you like to hear. The king of chanting, Ce, has no intention to trace the fog of history, nor does he want to judge half of the three gods and one saint.

He only knew that no one could overtake him in the name of greatness above all the talents.

Emperor Tang looked back and stared at Wang Ce: "You will be the Emperor of Northern Tang in the future, the leader of the three families of the Dun clan, and you can only stop yourself from your own selfish desires, and you cannot take responsibility. You must learn to shoulder your responsibilities and become an excellent leader."

Wang Ce smiled. Is it Ya for his own selfish desires? It is Ya who is responsible for himself? It is a bad thing to laugh at the correct banner, stand on the standpoint of justice, and persuade people.

He was closer to the bronze pot. Wang Ce felt carefully and suddenly said, "Actually, what I don't understand the most is why you act rashly. It's too early to decide to attack me."

Emperor Tang said calmly and softly: "I don't understand why you act hostile to me, and why you always think that I am not good for you. If you force you to be the emperor, and if you force you to inherit the foundation of the Dun family, it is not good for you, then I will admit it."

"arrive."

Emperor Tang paused his feet and signaled the old eunuch Wang to retreat first.

The bronze pot, right in the palace, Wang Ce narrowed his eyes, sensed the position of the bronze pot in his heart, looked around, and suddenly laughed: "I remember, this is the mouth of your bedroom last time, and I swung the Martial God Scroll here."

Wang Ce's smile stopped abruptly, as if he was pinching his neck. Suddenly, his mind moved, and Maogu looked at Emperor Tang in shock: "You did it on purpose. You deliberately asked me to swing the martial god away last time."

Emperor Tang's expression was faint.

Wang Ce was shocked and sweated, even if he didn't have the half copy. Emperor Tang only played the sheath and put a little and half of the genuine martial god scrolls, and the gods would still chase him. The immortal bird was fake, and Dalu only played the half copy of the martial god scrolls, and he would still attack him.

In other words, Emperor Tang always used half of the genuine Martial God Book as a stolen head, and easily manipulated Wang Ce's whereabouts and encounters.

Emperor Tang wanted him to make enemies with Shenren, so he just needed to pull the broken head. If he wanted him to be enemies with Dalu, he just needed to pull the broken head.

The half-emperor soul has been secretly protecting him. At that time, his cultivation was too poor, and no one would send the Emperor Wu to deal with him. One and a half-emperor soul were enough to protect his safety.

Emperor Tang looked at him peacefully: "Why am I doing that?"

Wang Ce narrowed his eyes and suddenly shone: "The half-book of the Martial God Book is a broken head that manipulates me. You can do too much."

"It can expose the Martial God Scroll, attracting a large number of enemies to force me to return to Northern Tang to seek protection..."

"It can make me and Shenrenhui make enemies." Wang Ceqian laughed. Shenrenhui thought at first that he was the blood of the gods and wanted to trick him into his mouth. Emperor Tang didn't want to see such a thing happen.

"If I can make me enemies with Dalu, I will muddle the water of Dalu. Then, your tongue will get the benefits you want to play, such as the Martial God scroll of Dalu..."

Of course, for various reasons, Emperor Tang did not use this secret remnant in the end, but many things, if you don’t touch them, you will never know how terrible it is.

The foreshadowing that Emperor Tang quietly laid on Wang Ce is really terrible.

Emperor Tang said calmly: "You just love to think about it. How can you spit out the sperm that hasn't happened..."

"Come with me."

Wang Ce let out a light breath, finally suppressed the shock in his heart, and then entered the bedroom.

Emperor Tang closed the door and sat down with fatigue. Manman poured two cups of tea, signaled to Wang Ce, and raised a cup by himself. Manman Pinruo: "I have been saying that you are my only son, I will not harm you, but you will always forget your mouth unintentionally..."

Wang Ce picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Emperor Tang leaned back tiredly: "There are no outsiders here, so I might as well say that I am old. The higher my cultivation level, the greater the conflict between the true energy and the true dragon energy. Maybe you will have some doubts, but in a day, everything I do is for you and the Dun family..."

Wang Ce gently smoothed his forehead and carefully looked at the tea.

Emperor Tang was so angry that he looked over with distress: "It's all my fault. Since your birth, you have not been by your side. I have not been able to personally check you out and teach you personally. So you have had all kinds of misunderstandings about me and hate me for being hostile to me..."

Wang Ce's eyes gradually changed, and he smashed the teacup with a snap, and a white air appeared on his face:

"Tea is poisonous!"

Emperor Tang's eyes were full of love, and he was filled with anger: "It was all Dun Qiaoer's woman who caused trouble, and she would scoop up our father-son relationship. You are my Dunbo's son, and I would rather die by myself than hurt you."

Wang Ce's face seemed to be dyed with a layer of white pigment, and then he squirted out a mouthful of blood mist.

"All evils are not invaded!"

My heart roared out, and Wang Ce's hair was spraying out countless white mist, staining the floor and chair hands, and a layer of white fluffy hair suddenly grew.

What awesome poison!

(To be continued.
Chapter completed!