As the deterrent force left, Emperor Jing slowly took a breath, held the pillar, and stood up staggeringly.

The prince and the queen were still lying on the ground. It was not that they didn't want to get up, but that the last trace of strength on their bodies was drained, and they were not even as good as a baby, so how could they support themselves to get up?

Emperor Jing looked at Nangong Liuyun who was still sitting there calmly, and a complex and profound meaning appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, Nangong Liuyun was so unfamiliar that he could not even recognize him.

At this moment, Emperor Jing seemed to remember the tragic scene of the little Nangong battering the imperial capital.

Emperor Jing smiled with some self-deprecating smile.

Nangong Liuyun, who was nearly five years old, was so powerful. How could he follow his instructions to do things? He has really sat on the throne for a long time and is used to being at peace. He can't even understand such principles.

"Father..." The prince lay half on the ground and roared unwillingly. The kneeling just now teared apart his last trace of dignity and let Nangong Liuyun trample on it. Now that he has survived, the prince is immediately upset.

Emperor Jing waved his hand and said to Nangong Liuyun: "Do whatever you like to do."

Emperor Jing's voice was endlessly discouraged. What happened just now really made him feel scared and woke up like a dream. He knew that Nangong Liuyun had grown to the point where he had to look up to him, and it was impossible to control him if he wanted to do something.

Nangong Liuyun pulled the corner of her mouth slightly: "I just understand it now? It's not too late."

Emperor Jing smiled bitterly.

If it weren't for Nangong Liuyun's thunder attack, I'm afraid he would still be immersed in the dream and could not see the reality clearly. The reality is, compared with that stinky girl Su Luo, he is not even a P!

In fact, Emperor Jing knew that the problem was with him. If he could protect Nangong's mother back then, if Nangong had bloody battle of the imperial capital, he could protect the small Nangong... Now, he would not have despised himself, his father...

When Emperor Jing thought of this, he felt like he was stabbed by a snow sword, and his eyes were filled with pain.

"You guys go back." Emperor Jing waved his hand.

Nangong Liuyun stood up and pulled up the corners of his lips lightly: "Leave me a place for the Four Kingdoms Championship."

"Your quota has been kept, and the remaining nine people have been in place. If you have time..." After seeing the situation clearly, Emperor Jing's tone was unprecedentedly gentle.

Nangong Liuyun interrupted him coldly and arrogantly: "There are no nine people."

"Huh?" Emperor Jing was puzzled.

"There are only eight people." Nangong Liuyun took Su Luo's hand, his tone was unreasonable, "Lu Luo also participated in the competition."

"But..." Emperor Jing frowned immediately. The nine people, each of them above the sixth level, were secret forces hidden by the Nangong family for a long time, but wasn't Su Luo only at the fifth level?

Emperor Jing tried to reason with Nangong Liuyun: "Every strength in this Four Kingdoms Championship is above the sixth level, she is only at the fifth level, and she will not be able to pass the first level by then."

"You don't have to worry about this." Nangong Liuyun's beautiful eyebrows frowned.

Emperor Jing snorted angrily. Even though he knew he would lose, he wasted a place. This son was really obsessed with it!

Nangong Liuyun did not give him the chance to refuse, and held Su Luo's hand and left slowly.

As they left, the atmosphere suddenly relaxed.
Chapter completed!