In the tree-lined street outside the imperial courtyard.

"Uh-huh!"

Chan Chenchen, who was lying in the passenger seat, suddenly woke up, and instantly reached out his finger to Zhao Yebai holding the handkerchief, and shouted loudly: "What are you doing!?"

Zhao Yebai raised the handkerchief in his hand: "Help you saliva."

"What saliva?"

"The saliva that you drooled when you were sleeping just now flowed to Fatty's head."

He wielded the water marks on his mouth subconsciously, looked down at the fat orange cat who endured humiliation and endured the thunder and rain in his arms, gritted his teeth and said angrily: "How could I... drool..."

"Then what am I wiping?"

Chen Chen, holding the cicada, was trembling all over, his fingertips burst out faintly, his mouth was twitching, but he couldn't even say a word. Zhao Yebai comforted: "Adults will drool when they sleep. This is a normal thing. I will occasionally wake up and my face is wet, really."

With this step, Zhang Chan Chenchen's face obviously improved a lot. He snorted coldly and tidied up his clothes and hats, and restored his cold and arrogant expression. Zhao Yebai took out his pocket watch and looked at it, saying, "We have to be on duty until midnight. Inspector, you are sleepy now, how can you pass by?"

Chen Chenchen glanced at the high wall of the imperial courtyard and said coldly: "We can't get a half point in the benefits, but we have to do any dirty work... It's already a great deal of face for them to take a nap! If I were to go to bed at this time, I'd already rested!"

"So fast?" Zhao Yebai said in surprise: "Inspector how many hours do you usually sleep?"

"Nine hours."

Zhao Yebai blinked and looked at Li Nu, who frowned: "What's wrong? Don't you just have to sleep for nine hours before you can be full of energy?"

"Yes, yes." Zhao Yebai shrugged and asked on the steering wheel: "By the way, Yanjing is now popular with a stuffed cotton stuffed inside. Inspector, will you sleep in a plush doll with a plush doll?"

"What do you mean!" Li Nu was angry: "Do I look like the kind of brat who has to hold a doll to sleep??"

"No, I like to sleep with a doll, really." Zhao Yebai quickly explained: "Then inspector, what do you usually hold when you sleep?"

"It's okay!" The rinu grabbed a handful of fat meat from the fat orange cat. The fat orange cat turned over lazily and exposed its belly and acted coquettishly: "As soon as I sleep, it comes over to hug me. I can't sleep with it."

Imagine the scene of the cicada Chenchen and the fat orange cat hugging each other. Zhao Yebai turned his head to the outside, and did not let Han Chan walk and saw her expression of being inferior to her. The cicada Chenchen felt a little strange, but she didn't think much about it. She stared at the light in the imperial courtyard and suddenly said viciously: "It would be fun if Qin Leyin was carried away on the first night, hum."

Zhao Yebai calmed down and asked, "Is it so dangerous to die on the first night?"

"This is a battle for the throne, and it is normal for anything to happen."

"If it's so dangerous, then inspector why are you still fighting for the seats in the scabbard?"

"There are many ways to win," said Chenchen, "I don't know which kind of ritual guard to use, but if it is the righteous guard to operate, we will definitely choose the winning method."

"The way to win?!" Zhao Yebai was stunned: "There is still a way to win?"

"From the beginning, the conditions for victory for the swordsman and the sword seeker are different." Li Nu yawned: "There is only one sword seeker, but the sword seeker does not need to guarantee his sword seeker's victory, he only needs to guarantee..."

"The victorious sword seeker will need his own scabbard."

"The minister is different from the king. There is only one king, but there are countless ministers. For sword scabbards, the victory of the sword seeker whom they support is certainly the best result, but if it doesn't work, then they have other ways out."

"As long as you can show your own decision, ability and vision, you can still gain the appreciation and reuse of the winner."

"My ministers can surrender, but yong cannot. This is the difference between the two." Chenchen slapped the fat orange cat's butt, and the fat orange cat's tail was so tight that it was raised: "The way to win is also very simple. As long as you go through one or two rounds of games, you will naturally see who is the popular winner."

"And the so-called emperor means that the more people follow, the more qualified they are. The emperor's power comes from the awe and recognition of the people. Therefore, candidates who gain a certain advantage will inevitably gain more loyalty from the sword sheath, and then it is like a snowball rolling down from the Throat of the Sky World Snow Mountain, rolling bigger and bigger until all other weak competitors are swallowed up."

"As long as you see who is the most likely winner, invest in her, you will naturally win."

Zhao Yebai said, "But isn't this...betrayal?"

Li Nu sneered: "The sword sheath and the sword seeker have known each other for a few days, so how can we betray each other? And it is a relationship of mutual use, and it is the right thing to do if the profit is over."

"Will there be a result for the throne after searching for the sword?"

"Yes, unless..."

"Unless what?"

He looked at the grass on the street, and suddenly pointed at one of the yellow petals and asked, "Do you know what kind of flower it is?"

Zhao Yebai glanced at it: "Of course I know that it is the sunrise flower. It is loved by countless people because it always faces the characteristics of the sun during the day. I don't know how many poems with it as the subject."

"There is only one sun in the sky, so the sunrise flowers will only be in the same direction, right?"

"yes."

"I read a newspaper in the outer area a few days ago and saw a... Well, I suspect it was a small story written by the backlighter." Li Nu rubbed the ears of the fat orange cat and said, "The story is that there are nine suns in the sky, which makes the earth dry and the people live in dire straits. So a man named Yi shot down all eight suns, leaving only one sun he recognized."

"Indeed, it sounds very backlight." Zhao Yebai nodded: "The author should be imprisoned immediately and tried to behead him."

"But after reading this story, I suddenly thought of Chaoyang Flower."

The cicada Chen Chen pointed at the rising sun flower hidden in the shadow of the night: "In the era when there are multiple suns in the sky, which direction will the rising sun flower be headed?"

Wow, this question is so innocent and childish.

Zhao Yebai thought so in his heart, but naturally he didn't dare to say so: "Is this question related to the topic we are talking about?"

"A little bit." Li Nu smiled and looked at the night sky and said, "If there are really multiple suns in the sky..."

"Maybe every rising sun flower can choose the sun you want to follow."

...

...

In the forest of everything, there is no sound.

"One hour." Ming Shuangli said: "In an hour, the replica of the Holy Sword Huiyao will burn out and the oath ceremony will not be carried out."

"As long as you keep silent for an hour, everything will end and everyone can get a happy ending."

"That's what I've given, a better choice."

really.

No matter what Leyu thinks, this is a better choice. Although Leyu has the confidence that ice-blood constitution can be directly immune to the spiritual influence of the Holy Sword Huiyao, other scabbards may not have the 'spiritual resistance max' characteristics of Leyu. For them, just hearing this news should shake their determination.

Secondly, Ming Shuangli promised to try his best to satisfy the wishes of everyone on the scene. Even if it was just an illusory promise, this promise did not need to risk failure and death.

If you continue to bet, you have a one-seventh chance of getting 100 points, and you will have nothing if you lose. If you don’t bet, you can get at least 10 points. As for whether you can expand 10 points to 100 points later, it depends on your future efforts, but you will definitely not lose.

Maybe not everyone can win.

But no one will lose.

"It's really heart-warming, Sister Shuangli."

Ming Shuangli looked over and blinked: "Dailan?"

I saw a girl with long hair in a short skirt walking out of the darkness. Her waist was slender and her body was large. She had a shiny blue moon hairpin on her head, just like an elf girl in the night. Leyu, who was observing in secret, saw a trace of night blue appear there just now.

Ming Shuangli asked sincerely: "Are you willing to give up, Dailan?"

"I'm not very willing," Ming Dailan shook her head: "If everyone else gives up as you said, then when I participate in the sword-seeking competition, isn't it just the only competitor that Shuangli Sister is left? Half of the chances of becoming the ninth queen in Huiyao's history, it's really hard for me to give up."

"But Dailan, what you want to do most is not to find a handsome guy to have an earth-shaking relationship?" Ming Shuangli smiled and said, "Why do you want to be the queen again now?"

"Being a queen can open a big crystal palace and marry dozens of handsome guys who are beautiful!" Ming Dailan clenched her fists and said, "And think about it, the lovers of those queens in the past were either generals or prime ministers, and in short, they were all handsome guys who value both beauty and talent. When they think of the Grand Secretary, General, Wu Zhu, and Medical Officer, they are all jealous for me... This is the love I yearn for!"

"You have read too many novels!"

"Dreams always have to be there, what if they come true?" Ming Dailan smiled and said, "So, Sister Shuangli, can you get out of here? I don't plan to give up."

"That's it..." Ming Shuangli spread her hands: "But where is your scabbard?"

"I don't know who my scabbard is." Ming Dailan clasped her hands together and begged: "Heaven and Lingling, I hope my scabbard is a tall, handsome, caring, considerate, and dedicated handsome man with extraordinary background and special love..."

"I'm sorry, I've let you down."

A young man jumped from a tree and fell behind Ming Dailan. He looked very young, and seemed to be a little younger than Ming Dailan and half a head shorter than Ming Dailan. Leyu had never seen him, and with his appearance, he mostly sneaked into the academy as a student.

Ming Dailan was stunned: "Little brother, how old are you?"

"fifteen."

"I look down on you-but when I was fifteen, I was busy learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting all day long, and I only practiced a little bit of tactics. Can you really protect me as a scabbard?"

"No big problem." The boy took out three nunchalks and put them into a long stick taller than himself, then took out a black gun and put them on: "After all, since I was five years old, I have been protecting thousands of people at the border of Xiamu District."

He stepped forward, his body was filled with light like fire, and in an instant he was covered with layers of thick armor, as if he had transformed into a golden saint seizure!

"Three-fold armed forces"!

If it is hard to break with a layer of light armor, then the three layers of light armor armed forces are equivalent to moving fortresses. It is extremely difficult to break through the three layers of light armor in one move without reaching the pinnacle. If it cannot break through with one move, then the light armor will immediately recover until the warrior's spirit is exhausted!

In addition, the light armor has a certain buffering effect and looks so dazzling. Therefore, warriors who can use triple armed forces were almost all tactical-level forces that could break the army by one person in ancient times. Even if they lead a group of new soldiers, they could break the strong army, so they were all known as gods!

A genius general who is only fifteen years old! He dares not write novels like this!

"I'll hold the swordsman opposite you, go and touch the Holy Sword Huiyao." said the young man.

"No problem!" Ming Dailan blinked: "Come on, little brother!"

"Don't call me little brother!"

The young man shouted, and the spear split into thousands of gun shadows in an instant, illuminating the entire Wanxiang Forest in an instant, just like a spear army charging into battle!

Liaoyuan Tactics·Invasion is like fire!

Niruo held the long cherry sword tightly, took a deep breath, and slashed out the cherry dragon's river with one knife. The invisible stream of light instantly accelerated into a river of light, and washed away all the gun shadows like the river of heaven. The cherry dragon roared in the river of heaven, and each gun shadow was offset by every drop of river water. In an instant, thousands of steel symphony sounds burst out from the air, and the storm blew up the entire Wanxiang Forest!
To be continued...