Qingning once said that innately, it is not absolute that even a ten-year-old child can kill a seriously injured ninth-grade strongman.

Ning Chen is not a ten-year-old child, and the ninth grade of the Xiao family and the eighth grade of the Ming family are not seriously injured. However, they still did not escape this sword.

Because there was no idea of ​​hiding in their minds.

I don't know, so, they deserve to die.

When the two died, the little emperor was exposed to Ning Chen.

How far is the distance between three meters and a little over ten meters, it is very close to a warrior.

But how could there be no strong people around the emperor?

When Ning Chen's sword moved, a figure appeared beside the emperor.

The ninth grade is another ninth grade, and it is also a true strongman far surpassing the ninth grade of the Xiao family.

A powerful palm came to life, and the wheelchair shattered.

However, the original figure disappeared on the wheelchair.

Ning Chen, who had disabled legs, could not avoid this move, but it did not mean that he could not avoid it either.

For this day, he has been sitting in a wheelchair for many more days.

A ninth-grade strong man is also a human being, so he will naturally have blind spots in cognition.

With blind spots, you will make mistakes in judgment.

Ning Chen grabbed this mistake well, avoided this palm, and directly bullied himself to the little emperor, and grabbed the latter's shoulder.

"Your Majesty, please give me a marriage!" Ning Chen stood beside the little emperor with a serious expression.

"Rareless!" the little emperor's eyebrows sterned and shouted angrily.

"Your Majesty, please give me a marriage!"

Ning Chen was unmoved and still replied calmly.

Under the stone steps, the ten major families recovered and showed shock on their faces. In just a moment, no one expected such a drastic change to happen.

The war in front of the palace threatened the emperor to give him a marriage. This was a death sentence and it should be implicated in the nine tribes.

Several people in the love family were shocked, especially the love was unparalleled, and their expressions had become extremely ugly.

This person's move is to trap his love family in a place that is doomed.

Sure enough, an old minister in front of the hall looked angry, looked at the people from the Love Family, and said sternly, "Don't let him go!"

Qing Wushuang walked forward, her face turned gloomy, "Bai Yutang, I promise to marry you, you can let go of Your Majesty!"

The ninth rank in front of the palace was also tightened. Once Ning Chen let go of the little emperor, he would immediately kill him.

"If I believe you, I will live in vain for these seventeen years. Little Emperor, come with me."

After speaking, Ning Chen grabbed the little emperor and walked towards His Highness step by step. When he passed by the martial arts banquet, he stopped and said calmly, "I have no choice but to be happy, go and prepare a horse. My patience is limited, I hope you can get faster."

Hearing this, Qing Wushuang frowned, and the anger in her heart was about to occur, but she was stopped by a sound.

"Do what he said," said the old minister in front of the palace angrily.

Qing Wushuang snorted coldly and left quickly.

Ning Chen grabbed the little emperor and walked out of the palace step by step. A large group of people followed him, not daring to get too close or get too far away.

The little emperor was very stubborn and never begged for mercy, which made Ning Chen highly appreciate it. This little guy is very good.

It seems that the woman Fan Lingyue trained an amazing successor for the Northern Meng royal court.

You can learn anything about talent and governance, but the king of this country cannot lose his demeanor. Otherwise, if even the emperor begs for mercy, what will happen to the subjects of the entire Northern Mongolian?

After a large number of guards in the palace surrounded him, they had to make way. They watched Ning Chen lead the little emperor out of the palace. Behind the two, the ninth rank in front of the imperial court followed step by step, waiting for a chance to rescue him.

However, Ning Chen endured for so long, how could he make any mistakes at this time? He held the little emperor with his left hand and the ink sword with his right hand, never relaxed for a moment.

At this distance, no one can save the little emperor except innate.

He is a seventh-grade and may not be able to defeat the powerful man in the front of the palace at the ninth-grade palace, but it does not mean that he has no power to fight back.

Before the ninth rank in front of the palace took action, he was confident that he could hold the little emperor to bury him with him.

Everyone present understood this, so no one dared to take action easily, and no one dared to bear the serious crime of the Nine Clans.

Before the palace, Qing Wushuang came over with a horse, looked at Ning Chen, and asked with hatred in his words, "Who are you?"

"Ni Country, Baiyutang" Ning Chen replied with a smile.

Qing Wushuang's chest was so stuffy that it was at this time that this guy refused to show any hint of his feet.

Next, a strange scene appeared before the people of the Northern Meng Capital. An ugly man with a ferocious face held their little emperor in front of him. Behind him, a woman followed him with a horse, and behind him, following the same steps towards the civil and military and the people of the ten major families, and each of them looked very ugly as if they had eaten a fly.

The kings of Northern Meng were not small. Ning Chen and a large group of people walked for four hours, from morning to sunset before they came to the city.

The little emperor's face had already started to turn pale. The four-hour journey was unbearable for a seven-year-old child, but the little emperor still gritted his teeth and persevered.

Ning Chen admired this little guy more and more, and a trace of true energy continued to inject into the latter's body along his arms, quietly helping him relieve fatigue on his body.

As the night falls, the cold wind gradually rises, the night in the desert is very beautiful, the whole sky is clean, you can see the stars and the bright moon like a plate. The vast group of people finally walked outside the capital.

"You ride your horse and wait for me at the Sha Pavilion thirty miles east." Ning Chen turned around and looked at Qing Wushuang and said seriously.

Qing Wushuang's face changed immediately and changed. Every word of this sentence is to kill the heart. I want her and Qing family to die without a place to die!

"Do what he said!" The old minister in the court spoke again, with a gloomy expression.

Qing Wushuang had no choice but to get on the horse, shouted softly, and walked eastward.

Seeing that Qing Wushuang disappeared without a trace, Ning Chen grinned at everyone behind him, and then did something that everyone unexpectedly expected.

Ning Chen ran away and ran away desperately with the little emperor in his arms.

When everyone was stunned, there was only a shadow left in front of them. If a seventh-grade warrior escaped from his life, it would be faster than a war horse.

The ninth-grade priest in front of the palace first reacted, stomped his feet and followed immediately. Then, the elders and young strong men of the ten major families also came to their senses and tried their best to chase after them.

Ning Chen was helpless. He couldn't run away. Are you staying here for death? As for the plan?

There is no plan. In the territory of Beimeng, the senior is not here, so I know what to do.

He was already nervous and covered in cold sweat when he could kidnap the little emperor.

The little emperor was struggling constantly, and Ning Chen slapped the little guy in the butt.

He likes non-violent and uncooperative people.

The little emperor bit his mouth, with tears in his eyes, but he refused to cry. His stubborn look and his handsome little face were like a child who had a quarrel with his parents.

Ning Chen ran away with a lot of people, not caring about the direction, and even ran without even knowing where he was.

Suddenly, two shocking sword energy in Tianduan soared into the sky and collided with a loud bang. The surrounding heaven and earth could not bear the huge force and began to shake violently. In an instant, the sky and the earth were shaking and the sandstorm rolled.

"My grass"

Seeing a huge sand wave hit, Ning Chen had just swearing, and was buried in the sand wave.

The worship in front of the hall behind is not much better than the old and young people of the top ten families, and was shot into the yellow sand by this terrifying and shocking wave.

The next moment, a dark yellow light flashed, and Ning Chen hugged the little emperor and suddenly came out, and ran away without saying a word.

Fortunately, there was a roll of dust and the power of thick soil in his body, which played a big role at the critical moment.

After another ten breaths, the envoy in front of the hall came out and looked up, but no longer could see the shadow of Ning Chen and the little emperor.

The elders and young strong men from the top ten families also emerged from the sand one after another, their heads were confused and unknown. After a moment, they recovered from their senses and their hearts quickly sink.

The emperor was lost and was kidnapped by a seventh-grade young man. This was a great shame for the Northern Meng royal court. Everyone's face became ugly. They knew that this time the capital might face a huge purge.

"Send someone to notify the military advisor about what happened today. In addition, you will put all the family members in the sand jail. Those who resist will be killed without mercy!" The envoy in front of the hall spoke and said coldly.

"Yes" an elder of the Ming family and three young strong men respectfully accepted the order. They immediately stepped forward and controlled the Dharma elders of the Love family and the two young men. The other eight major families did not dare to speak out. At this time, whoever asked for love was seeking death, and moreover, they could not plead for mercy.

The three of them dared not resist and allowed the strong men of the Ming family to seal their qi sea. The result of the resistance was to die. Now their last hope is that His Majesty can be retrieved as soon as possible.

On the other side, Ning Chen ran for more than an hour and saw that no one was following him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, threw the little emperor away, and lay down with panting.

The sand was very soft, and in this way, the little emperor was thrown into a slight mouth, which hurt so much.

After resting for a while, Ning Chen sat up, looked at the little emperor next to him, and asked curiously, "What's your name?"

The little emperor turned his head, looked angry and refused to answer.

When Ning Chen saw it, he was immediately unhappy. Is there any awareness of being a hostage? It’s really non-violent and uncooperating, right?

"Little guy, it's just the two of us now. If I'm unhappy, I'll leave you here and ensure that your ministers will find you, you will basically have bones left."

After saying that, Ning Chen patted his butt and stood up, and he really wanted to leave without caring.

"I'm called Mingyue"

The little emperor couldn't help it and replied awkwardly, his voice was soft and crisp, but it sounded very nice. No matter how strong a child was, he was afraid of being thrown into this endless desert by one person.

Ning Chen frowned, feeling something was wrong.

Children will not lie, but the name Mingyue sounds very awkward.

Today, when he heard the voice of the little emperor in front of the hall, he felt something was wrong. At that time, he thought it was because the child had not changed his voice.

Thinking of this, Ning Chen stepped forward and grabbed the little emperor's arm. His true energy was injected into him, and his expression changed drastically. He couldn't help but swear again.

"My grass"
Chapter completed!