The sweeping after the city was broken was notorious.

Bai Xiao and Lan Lan took the lead, and just two people were like thousands of troops, running rampant in the Fire King Court, and those who blocked the enemy were invincible - in fact, there was no resistance at all.

Most of the people who are willing to be loyal to the country have already accompanied the imperial prime minister to become dead souls in the battle that decided the destiny of the country. Now most of the people who are left with two sides are more than enough to make money in the national crisis. It is difficult to shout a few righteous slogans, so it is not easy to discuss the day of death for the country.

Bai Xiao almost walked straight to the royal court and saw the middle-aged man sitting high on the throne.

With just one glance, Bai Xiao wanted to turn around and leave.

"Is this fake?"

Lan Lan was amazed by the side: "Who is this uncle with a downward look? The substitute is not so unprofessional... Even if he was raised by the first king as a puppet, he is still the king on the surface. I look worse than Zheng Liming."

While speaking, Lan Lan looked around at the empty palace hall, and was even more surprised.

"Where did those guards who should have stood on the last shift of duty die? Generally, there should be so many thirty or fifty loyal horsemen who are stubborn and stubborn at this time?"

The girl's voice stirred back and forth in the empty hall, making the last king's end more lonely as snow.

Behind the two, Lu Xun and others followed carefully. Seeing the empty space in the palace, they said frightenedly: "It's not a trap, is it?"

Lan Lan smiled and said, "Everything is coming to an end. Do you think he still has the energy to design a trap? At most, hundreds of tons of flame stones are buried under the palace. When we come in, we will burst into pieces with a roar."

The people who had just stepped into the hall immediately staged a hasty color change technique and escaped from the hall almost pissed. Few of those who were braver, so they forced themselves to smile: "Since it's so dangerous, why don't you escape?"

Lan Lan said: "Where can you escape safer than staying with Xiaobai?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the eyes of the people around him looking at Bai Xiao were immediately filled with desire, and they wanted to hug their thighs immediately and rub them desperately.

Bai Xiao's attention has been focused on the King of Flame.

In the empty palace hall, a depressed middle-aged man with gray hair was on the gorgeous and cold throne, looking at the uninvited guest of the palace with cold eyes.

For these rebels who directly rubbed the royal face on the ground, the King of Flame neither angrily denounced or begged for mercy. He seemed to be a real puppet, and he did not even have the feelings of being born as a human being when no one lifted the line.

Bai Xiao quickly made a judgment that this was not the real Fire King - this is natural nonsense. The real Fire King had long been hidden behind the scenes and just waited for the destruction of the Fire Dynasty to replace him as a new king.

But the King of Fire seemed to have deliberately written the word "fake" on his forehead and used it to tease a group of rebel dolls. He didn't even say a decent last words, but just sat on the throne and waited for death.

Since that's the case, I'll send him a ride.

Bai Xiao stepped forward and went from the entrance of the palace to the high throne. The distance of hundreds of meters seemed to disappear out of thin air. The next moment, Bai Xiao's bone spear had penetrated the heart of the Flame King.

As the vital point was pierced, the gray-haired middle-aged man fell from the throne without saying a word, and the body turned into ashes when it landed on the ground.

"Wow, Xiaobai, you're so fast!? How many more rituals are I going to prepare? You're wasting your resources!"

Bai Xiao was stunned: "What kind of ceremony is being arranged?"

"This is the King of Fire!" Lan Lan felt sad about Bai Xiao's slowness, "No matter whether it is true or false, he is indeed standing in the royal city and sitting on the throne, right? How great is it to strip him naked and hang the city gate."

"but……"

"Even if we all know it is fake, this is also an important ritual node! It symbolizes that the Fire Dynasty finally entered its demise and the great cause of uprising has achieved a major victory. As the first group of rebel leaders who invaded the royal city and captured the Fire King, I will naturally become a god in the new world."

Bai Xiao pondered for a while, then suddenly realized: "So that's the case, what should I do now? Collect the ashes as exhibits to prove the merits?"

"No, the ashes tour is still a bit..." Lan Lan said angrily, "Anyway, the royal city was broken, and the flame king was also killed. This matter is obvious to all people in the world and cannot be denied. At that time, the rebel army will have the opportunity to discuss the founding of the country and determine the new generation of kings, we will still be sure to win."

Bai Xiao deeply admired the "we" that Lan Lan said. She was just following her to watch the show all the way, and she was doing all the work herself. Fortunately, she was able to act with a lot of effort!

However, Bai Xiao was not interested in the so-called leader of the rebel army and the position of the new generation of kings. He has been very indifferent to the word "power" since he was a child. He was obviously regarded as the future leader by everyone when he was in the tribe, but he never felt real and was very interested in tribal affairs... What's more, what's the dream now that he is in, even if he is the king and dominates in his dream?

"When will we hold a meeting to build a new kingdom?"

Lan Lan said: "Soon, the well-informed rebel leaders from all over the country should have set off to the royal city. They should be assembled in three days - on the other hand, if they can't reach the royal city for three days, they are not qualified to participate in our spoils sharing meeting."

Bai Xiao nodded and did not comment. This kind of political power struggle would be better for Lan Lan.

In the tribe, the chief Wu Zhu has always been responsible for strategy, and the tribe leader is only responsible for making decisions and going out to fight.

Looking at the corpses of the Flame King that turned into ashes on the ground and the empty palaces around, Bai Xiao only hoped that the farce would end as soon as possible.

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The spoils-sharing meeting that Lan Lan mentioned was held in the palace three days after the royal city was broken.

There were more than 200 leaders of the rebel army from all walks of life. God really knew where these righteous people who were so strict that they were irreconcilable with the Fire Dynasty came out, but Lan Lan seemed to have no intention of stopping them from coming to join in the fun, so soon the royal city became chaotic.

This city gathers the essence of the entire Eastern Continent for thousands of years. The so-called "dragon, jade, gold nuggets, beads and gravels" is not an exaggeration. Especially the city was declared to fall within half an hour, and it almost never experienced the poison of war. Various scenic spots and historical sites were well preserved. What's even more rare is that the rebels raided too quickly, and many wealthy families did not have time to transfer their assets. The accumulation of hundreds or thousands of years was blocked by the rebels.

Once the rebel army enters the city, the catastrophe will naturally come.

If Bai Xiao hadn't seen it and had killed hundreds of riots with his own hands, he would have been burned before the spoils and distribution conference was held.

However, Bai Xiao was quick to do something, and at the spoils and distribution meeting, it was equivalent to giving someone a handle.

On this day, in the palace hall, more than 200 leaders of the rebel army sat around the hasty venue, each with their own excitement.

Of course, there are also many people who are indignant.

"Sorry, I am a countryman and don't know any etiquette and rules. Since I came here, I have something to say. I want to ask, what happened to my good brothers who were hung in front of the city gate yesterday??"

The person who asked the question looked fierce, Bai Xiao felt that he was vaguely familiar, as if he was a little similar to the executor of the Brilliant Valley he had seen when he was traveling to the border county before, but his eyebrows seemed even more arrogant and unreasonable, so when he said something, the venue became quieter, and everyone looked at him with complicated eyes, as if he was looking at the dead.

Sure enough, the next moment, Lan Lan sneered: "You still have the face to ask what's going on? Your good brothers entered the city and openly plundered and destroyed order, so we killed them to warn the monkeys."

The man was furious and slapped the table and said, "Just for this matter!"

Lan Lan said: "Just for this matter, what's the problem?"

"This Fire King City has gathered ill-gotten wealth all over the world. My brothers have not made things difficult for the poor families in the city. They have just plundered a few wealthy merchants. This is natural!"

Someone next to him advised: "There is indeed inappropriate thing to openly loot after entering the city, but we did not make any three rules, and secondly, they did not hurt anyone's lives when they robbed, so they killed them on the spot..."

Before the man could finish his words, Lan Lan slammed the table suddenly: "So much nonsense, you have fought this city? It would be fine if you sneak in, but you dare to point fingers at me?"

This is so heartbreaking that the atmosphere in the venue is stagnant.

The victory of this uprising war was almost absurd. The heroes who were generous and tragic in the world had just risen up when they heard the news that the royal city was destroyed and the flame king was killed. The clouds that enveloped the people of the world were swept away by just one person. The leaders of various rebels rushed to the royal city in a desperate manner, just to participate in the sharing of spoils... It was indeed a bit unreasonable and unscrupulous when they were told at this time.

After a while, someone sighed and said, "The victory of this battle is indeed all due to your 'white army'. Lord Bai Xiao is like a divine weapon coming from the sky. He can clear the generals under the tyrant with his own strength. We all accept it. But now the war is basically pacified, and the remnants of the tyrant are no longer in the weather. The main theme of the world is no longer the word war."

Lan Lan asked, "So what do you want to say? The previous military achievements do not count?"

The man said, "Of course it won't count. I just want to ask the two white-clothed army how to decide the charter in the future? The tyrant's army was destroyed by you, the royal city was broken by you, and even the King of Flame died at your hands. Of course, you should decide the charter for changing dynasties. But at least we should know what the charter has been made, so that we can follow it in the future."

When Bai Xiao heard this person's words, he couldn't help but frown because he felt that the needle was hidden in the cotton no matter how he listened.

But Lan Lan sneered: "The words of retreating are very skillful, and they are worthy of being a Confucian general with a brilliant tongue. I heard that you lost battles and lost a lotus when you were uprising, and your hometown was dead in vain. But after a few speeches, you have brought out a group of passionate men who are ready to die. Are you trying to use the same trick again at the conference? I deliberately said that our white-clothed army was extremely domineering, and to raise everyone's desire to share the same hatred of the enemy, and then you can operate in the center and move forward?"

The person questioned by Lan Lan looked helpless: "I have no intention. I just asked for advice sincerely. After all, the Flame Dynasty has perished, and we living people always have to continue to live. And we must follow the rules when we are alive. I just want to understand the rules of the new country."

Hearing this, Bai Xiao had recovered from his state of wandering in the sky and looked at the person with interest.

The man was over fifty years old, with gray hair and beard, but meticulously organized. He was wearing a light blue cloth robe and was simple but elegant. Among the many rebel leaders who attended the meeting, he was like a stream of fresh air.

But Bai Xiao had no impression of this person.

Of course, most of the hundreds of leaders of the rebel army who attended the meeting were strangers, which was not surprising. In fact, only when Bai Xiao first arrived did he have a large group of familiar faces in reality. When he broke through most of the Flame Empire in fifteen days, he saw strangers along the way.

According to his and Lan Lan's analysis, this situation should be a natural reaction to the dream.

The weaver of this dream is ultimately the resentful souls suppressed in the ruins of the virtual world. Bai Xiao is just a participant, but his presence is too strong, so when he is pulled into the dream, he will distort the environment around him, generating familiar characters such as Lan Lan, Lu Xun, Zheng Liming.

But in addition, the entire dream world still operates according to the memories of those resentful souls, so whether it is the Fire King or the leaders of various rebels, they are not familiar to Bai Xiao.

So far, most of the strange faces have not had much interaction with themselves, and there seems to be a layer of gauze between them.

For example, the famous imperial prime minister before left a strong mark in history books. He almost defeated all the rebels with his own strength, allowing the last Fire King to survive. Unfortunately, the tyrant ruler was incompetent and defeated the counter-espionage plan of the rebel counselors, and finally made the prime minister die. Of course, it seems that it is also possible that the real Fire King hiding behind the scenes killed him.

Such a strong man should have been a fierce battle with great blood. In fact, as the prime minister of the empire, his strength is beyond doubt. Even in the standards of future generations, he is at least a master who can inherit the name of high-level witch Zhu in the White-clothed tribe. However, after a battle, it was almost like a routine. The prime minister made several big moves at the beginning, and was perfectly avoided by Bai Xiao, and then shot the head with a spear... The great figure of a prominent era was killed.

After recalling, Bai Xiao felt like he was fighting a puppet. In a more modern language, it was a plot killing - but the one who encountered the plot was his enemy.

This is true for the prime minister and the King of Flame. After the city was broken, he was stabbed to death by Bai Xiao on the throne with almost no resistance, which is also very different from the real history.

According to historical records, this last tyrant monarch, even though he was just a puppet puppet of the real flame king, was still hit by the counter-espionage plan and became a laughing stock. However, at the end of the dynasty, when the country was about to be destroyed, he still made strong resistance. He built the elemental pool and died with the many rebels who surrounded the city and the people who were trapped until the last moment, at least fully demonstrating the spirit of the tyrant.

However, in this dream, he died like a child's play.

Compared with previous experiences, this gentle and elegant middle-aged rebel leader seemed too "live". Facing the strong Lan Lan, he did not argue directly, but instead took retreat as if he was slaughtered. However, this attitude seemed honest, but it was equivalent to putting Lan Lan in the position of a tyrant... It was indeed a clever tactic of retreat as an advance.

For a moment, Qingyue's shadow flashed in Bai Xiao's heart. When he thought of Qingyue, he was stunned. He had seen many familiar faces in this dream, such as Lu Xun, Zheng Liming and even his compatriots in the Baiyi tribe, but he had not seen Qingyue.

Where will she be?

Bai Xiao was lost for a moment, and Lan Lan was unceremonious and argued with the elegant middle-aged rebel leader as Bai Xiao's spokesperson.

"You are right. The Flame Dynasty is destroyed. The new dynasty does have rules. So what rules do you want?"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "Where are we qualified to propose any rules? It's just following everyone in the White Army straight into the royal city, just like traveling. It's a great honor to be qualified to participate in this meeting. I really dare not mention the words "rules."

Lan Lan refused to let him go and asked, "You don't even have the rules you want, so what's the point? When you give generous speeches in your hometown and incite your compatriots, aren't you portraying the future in a fascinating way?"

The middle-aged man was asked unyieldingly, but he had no choice but to bow and say, "What I want is nothing more than equality of all beings and peace in the world."

Lan Lan sneered: "Equal all beings? How to be equal? ​​Today's palace meeting discusses the fate of hundreds of millions of people in the world, but there are only about two hundred people participating. What is this called equality?"

The middle-aged man said: "I am wrong in my statement. What I call equality is certainly not an idealistic general... Maybe millions of years later, humans can really..."

"Don't waste everyone's time if you're not going to talk about what's going on in tens of millions of years."

The middle-aged man finally said seriously: "I hope that the new dynasty can revive the grand occasion of the controversy among hundreds of schools of thought in ancient times."
To be continued...