Tianlong Capital.

Dark clouds were gathering, and the entire capital was filled with a sense of terror and murderous intent.

Since Xuan Chun came to the throne, the iron-blooded methods have become more and more powerful. Suppressing the three kings, bloodbathing the aliens, confiscating the houses in the capital, beheading, and distributing people have become commonplace.

The three armies are firmly under the control of the Sky Shadow Guard. The power of the Shadow Guard under Xuanye's former banner has also been taken into Xuan Chun's bag. The remaining phantoms have withered. The Shadow Sect, which was once popular in ancient times, has basically become an affiliated force of Tianlong!

Tianlong became a monolith, and the weak forces on the border retreated quickly when they heard Xuan Chun's name, just like hearing the name of Sangmen Xing.

Tianlong's national power has reached an unprecedented level, approaching the peak of the founding ancestor.

All of this is based on Xuan Chun's iron-blooded control.

It was already dark, and the capital was under curfew after the third watch.

Except for the patrolling Imperial Guards, there was no one at all on the road.

Tai Chi Hall is still brightly lit.

Xuan Chun was reviewing memorials and was often busy until after the third watch, or even all night long.

"Your Majesty, it's time to rest." Yu Huan slowly walked to him holding a bowl of soothing tea.

A burst of rich fragrance passed by.

"Well, you can go to bed by yourself first."

Only then did Xuan Chun feel sleepy.

For some reason, he felt that his relationship with Yu Huan had gone from the excitement of reunion to gradually becoming indifferent and then boring.

In fact, only by having physical intercourse and pleasure can he cover up the growing spiritual distance between the two of them.

But the more this happens, the closer the physical contact becomes, and it seems that apart from physical pleasure, there is no common topic.

Just like he no longer likes the strong dragon's birthday incense, Yu Huan still burns this spice every time.

He no longer likes strong drinks and things made with complicated seasonings.

He is becoming more and more inclined to simplicity and simplicity.

The same is true for governing a country. Having absolutely supreme strength is the greatest truth!

All other complex calculations and conspiracies are vulnerable to absolute power.

If you are still being plotted, it only means that your strength is not strong enough!

Either your current strength is not enough to scare the enemy into retreating, kneeling down and surrendering, or your strength is still not enough to completely destroy the enemy!

Somehow, he suddenly thought of that woman!

That hateful bitch named Fang Yu who deceived him!

A huge expectation rose uncontrollably, and he actually found that he was looking forward to that woman in his heart -

Damn it!

Xuan Chun's heart was like dry wood being ignited by a fierce fire, becoming hot and restless.

He stood up, waved his sleeves, put the memorial away, and walked out of the hall.

See here.

Yu Huankong stood there blankly. After a while, he took a sip of calming tea that was still in his hand and poured it towards the spittoon beside him. His expression changed and he finally calmed down.

Hum, Fang Yu, you are really haunted.

Outside the hall, there was a cool breeze and the sky was peaceful.

Xuan Chun felt that the capital was inexplicably desolate, but could not find anyone to rely on who could understand and accompany him. After his mother left, Yu Huan could no longer return to the past feeling.

Although he had the supreme imperial throne, he found that he was still unhappy.

Xuanye's shadow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Is this the fateful curse that the emperor has to bear?

At this moment, a huge crisis suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart!

Suddenly, there was a crashing sound from the Palace of Eternal Life!

A tingling pain in the soul!

Too bad!

Xuan Chun immediately rushed to the Hall of Eternal Life and saw that in the center of the hall, the external clone tablet enshrined with a trace of his spiritual brand was actually broken into pieces!

"Who is it! He actually broke the spiritual mark clone that he left on Ada, the Sky Shadow Guard!"

Xuan Chun's heart sank, and he was extremely surprised.

Could it be that woman named Fang Yu?

The doubts and desires in his heart were intertwined, becoming more intense and incomparable as he looked into the distance.
Chapter completed!