At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

How could he say such words to Little Thirteen!

Deep regret flashed in Emperor Mingde's eyes, and he raised his hand, trying to explain something.

But suddenly, the words in his mouth turned into silence.

In the public eye, he, a great king, should admit his mistakes to his own children?

Emperor Mingde slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forced himself to suppress the waves in his heart.

Yes...

He is the emperor, the king of Beili, how can he admit his mistakes.

This farce, let's end here!

"Come on! Take the Thirteenth Prince away and take good care of him."

The moment he said this, Emperor Mingde was very confused.

The lonely and helpless look of Xiao Shisan kept echoing in his mind, and that look seemed to be accusing him of cruelty.

It was a kind of helplessness of losing something important, and it was a kind of incomprehensible loneliness.

But even so, he still refused to admit his mistakes.

Just because he was the emperor, and the emperor would not be wrong.

Blood kept flowing from the corners of Xiao Ruolin's mouth, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

He couldn't believe that these words would come from his father's mouth.

But it was true.

Xiao Ruolin only felt a roar in his mind, and his whole heart was broken into countless pieces, and a monstrous resentment shouted in the bottomless abyss.

In an instant, the surrounding scenes faded, and under his feet were no longer bluestone bricks but slightly rippled sea water.

There was peace around, like the sea of ​​spirit in the legend.

A man in a bloodstained white robe kneeled in the middle of the sea. The bright red blood slowly flowed along the chain, soaking his clothes and dyeing them dark red, which looked particularly terrifying.

The man lowered his head, his long hair covering his face, revealing his fierce eyes: "I said, the road we are on is destined to be lonely."

Looking at this strange but kind person, Xiao Ruolin frowned and said: "Who are you, why are you always pestering me!"

When he was very young, he always had some strange dreams.

In the dream, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the mountains and rivers were broken.

In the dream, prosperity withered and everything withered.

Sometimes, even he himself could not tell whether it was a dream or reality.

Every time he woke up, he was always sweating all over and his heart was pounding.

That extremely real dream had been with him since he was three years old and had never dissipated.

"Me?" The man raised his eyes, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes: "I have been here for too long, and I have long forgotten my name. I only know that people call me Wu'an Jun."

"Wu'an Jun?" Xiao Ruolin murmured.

Wu'an Jun is a title in ancient times, and only four people in history deserve this title.

They are Bai Qi, Li Mu, Xiang Yan, and Su Qin.

Without exception, these four people are all generals with outstanding military exploits and powerful awe-inspiring military achievements.

But what does this have to do with him?

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the sky, and the originally calm sea surface became turbulent.

Wu'an Jun raised his head and looked up at the sky, with a smile on his lips: "After ten generations, this day has finally come."

"What are you talking about?" Xiao Ruolin looked at him quietly, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

Wu'an Jun glanced at him lightly, and then suddenly broke free from the chains that bound his hands and feet.

"In ten reincarnations, I have experienced all your lives, experienced the endless darkness and loneliness, and personally felt all the pain and helplessness you have experienced until death."

"And now, let me end this long pain and loneliness, and let this pain be returned to it double!"

After the voice fell, Wu Anjun's eyes turned scarlet, and his face became extremely hideous.

"Letting me touch the threshold of the immortal will be its most wrong decision!"

Wu Anjun raised his hand slightly, and four chains instantly flew towards Xiao Ruolin, locking him tightly.

"What are you going to do!" Xiao Ruolin said angrily.

He struggled hard, but he couldn't get rid of the chains no matter what.

On the execution ground.

Jin Xuan and the three major prisons joined forces to force Li Hanyi back to the corner.

Jin Xian carried Xiao Ruolin, who suddenly fainted, on his shoulders and prepared to take him away from the execution ground.

The Prince of Langya slowly walked to the seriously injured Li Xinyue and whispered a few words in her ear.

Then, he picked up the sword on the ground and smiled with relief.

At this moment, something unexpected happened. Xiao Ruolin, who was originally unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes.

Jin Xian instantly felt a chill on his back, coming from the little prince.

Xiao Ruolin's fingers moved slightly, and the reel sword made a clanging sound and shot towards Jin Xian.

Jin Xian quickly

He dodged quickly, but two more flying swords stabbed at him at lightning speed.

Jin Xian was shocked and waved the Fengxue Sword to block, and finally picked up the three swords in a panic.

The three swords were knocked out and suspended in the air.

Xiao Ruolin repelled Jin Xian with a palm. Slowly fell to the ground.

Jin Xian spit out blood, his eyes went black, and he fainted.

"Little Thirteen! Are you going to rebel?" Emperor Mingde shouted angrily.

Xiao Ruolin turned slightly, and his pair of scarlet eyes startled Emperor Mingde.

Qi Tianchen counted with his fingers, hurriedly stepped forward, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, the little prince is not in a good state."

"No matter how wrong he is, he is still my little Thirteen?" Emperor Mingde frowned slightly.

Qi Tianchen's eyes widened slightly, and he was a little stunned.

Your Majesty, do you want to recall what you just said?

He wanted to say this, but as a national teacher, he had to maintain the demeanor of a national teacher, at least in front of His Majesty.

"Little Thirteen?" Xiao Ruolin frowned slightly, and then his mind moved.

The system panel appeared in front of him:

[Host: Xiao Ruolin (Bai Qi)]

[Cultivation Realm: Free Realm (99/100)]

[Age: Nine (nearly ten)]

[Martial Arts Talent: Exiled Immortal]

[Physique: Killing God, Human Slayer]

Xiao Ruolin smiled slightly, then looked at Emperor Mingde on the stage, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

At this time, Qi Tianchen moved, he shook the Buddhist dust in his hand, and the Buddhist dust turned into thousands of fine threads, entwining Xiao Ruolin.

Xiao Ruolin did not move, but let Qi Tianchen tie him up.

"Little prince, please follow me to the Imperial Observatory." Qi Tianchen looked solemn.

At this moment, he felt an ominous feeling from the little prince, just like the prophecy of the Imperial Observatory when he was fortune-telling.

The little prince has a bad fate, and he must be taken into the Imperial Observatory to prevent him from harming the world.

Xiao Ruolin showed a sarcastic look: "The cause and effect in this world actually did not exist at the beginning, because all this is just man-made."

"I don't believe in cause and effect, and what I hate most in my life is you guys who like to deal with the sky."

"So, you have to die!"

After saying that, Xiao Ruolin's aura suddenly surged, and a murderous aura rushed towards him.

Qi Tianchen's face changed drastically, and he quickly withdrew his attacking posture and retreated violently.

Looking at the other party's embarrassed figure, Xiao Ruolin couldn't help laughing.

Then he glanced around the execution platform and took a fancy to the Langya King in prison clothes.

He leaped up and came to the front of King Langya, stretched out his hand, and sincerely invited: "I think you are a great man, are you willing to work with me and become my right-hand man?"

King Langya did not move, he stared at Xiao Ruolin's childish face, his eyes slightly condensed.

Is the person standing in front of him really Xiao Shisan?