Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

Speaking of Wenthyr, his face was stiff.

Don't change the subject, "Okay, don't keep talking about me. Tell me, what are you going to do after seeing Lord Anxia?"

What else can be done?

Naturally, it is to disintegrate the imperial domain together.

Feibman met An Xia, a very young An Xia.

Startled, Feibman opened his mouth. He wanted to call out "Emperor Anxia", and remembered Wenthyr's reminder that it was now "Lord Anxia".

But "Lord Anxia" he couldn't call out.

too young!

How could he be so young.

When I saw her on the news, I thought it was slightly modified, but now I see that there is no modification at all, and I am indeed young.

"You are not Emperor Anxia."

Soon, Feibman's face turned cold and he said solemnly, "Who are you? Why do you want to have plastic surgery to look like Emperor Anxia!"

He said to Wenthyr again, "Count Wenthyr, what do you want to do!"

"Fiebman." An Xia said in a low voice, with a tone like the indifference when they met in the Imperial Domain, and faintly, there was a condescending look, "Long time no see."

Feibman, who was still calm just now, stopped, and his eyes slowly fell on the face of the young An Xia.

"An Xia...Emperor Lord..."

He murmured uncertainly.

An Xia said indifferently: "Wrong, An Qian is the emperor."

That's the tone, that's the tone!

The eyes were shocked and Feibman took a step back, and some couldn't accept it, "Who are you, why...why are you so similar, too similar, God, too similar."

"Are you Emperor Anxia? No? Really?"

Feibman himself was a little confused.

Yes?

Too young, Emperor Anxia couldn't possibly be so young.

isn't it?

The tone and demeanor were the same as the Anxia he remembered.

An Xia pointed to the sofa on the side, "Sit down, let's chat."

Feibman did not move.

He wanted to leave, and gave his bodyguard a look, but saw that Wen Xier blocked him first, and said with a smile, "I've already arrived here, sit down and talk before leaving."

"Don't worry, coward, you are the heir of the Feibman family, I dare not put you under house arrest or kill you."

Who knows.

Also, he's not a coward!

Feibman glared at Wenthyr, and Wenthyr said insincerely, "Yes, yes, you are not a coward, you are now a qualified heir."

Coward was Feibman's childhood nickname.

At that time, he was the most timid, and he was daring outside, and he was timid when he entered the training camp.

Being teased by children, Feibman cried several times because of it.

Hearing the nickname that no one has mentioned again, it is somewhat intimacy.

It also made Feibman relax a lot.

Sitting on the sofa, looking at An Xia, "The premise of communication, I hope you can answer the question I want to ask."

Today's An Xia is much more patient than before. In addition, these days, she had a very pleasant meeting with the Grand Royal Family. After listening, she smiled slightly and said, "Yes."

This smile frightened Feibman.

Definitely not Emperor Anxia!

It is absolutely impossible for Emperor Anxia to smile at him.

Sitting down, Feibman said seriously: "I want to know who you are."

Well, this is a long story.

But can make a long story short.

In the process of listening, Feibman was sometimes puzzled, sometimes surprised, sometimes frowned, sometimes suddenly realized.

In the end, he looked at An Xia in disbelief, "What? Is it that simple?"

"Yes, it's that simple. I'm An Xia, but I'm not An Xia either. We are related by blood and know a lot about each other."

After finishing the story, An Xia nodded solemnly, "I also appeared in the training, but you don't know it. Grandfather's arrangement is always so surprising."