I built the Xianqin multiverse empire

Huan Zheng scolded with a smile: "Oily mouth slippery tongue, Xu can not eat this kind of." "

Fu Su said solemnly: "Father, the sons and daughters did not slap, every word came from the heart. "

"Come here."

Huan Zheng frowned and stared at Fusu, seeing that Fusu's scalp was numb, but fortunately, it was only a few seconds, and Huan Zheng beckoned at him.

Fusu walked over and squatted down slightly, a little shorter than the sitting Ying Zheng.

"Smile a lot, only in his twenties, look old, not smiling."

Huan Zheng pinched Fusu's cheek and pulled hard.

The corners of Fusu's mouth twitched slightly, squeezing out a smile.

In recent years, he has gradually presided over many affairs of the empire, and many of the officials he contacted were people who followed the government to fight the world.

Although he is a prince above ten thousand people under one person, it is not easy to gain the approval of those people, in addition to trying his best to show his ability, he has also developed the habit of not smiling, which washes away his sense of immaturity.

"No, like a robot."

Huan Zheng fiddled with Fusu's mouth for a long time, and then nodded with satisfaction: "Although it is a little fake, I can barely see it." "

"Haha, brother prince, you have been criticized by your father again."

A little girl rushed in with a grin, followed by a helpless inner attendant.

Anyone who comes in the Qilin Hall needs to be reported by the internal attendants, but there is an exception to a group of people, that is, that group of princes and queens, who can break in at any time, and Ying Zheng has never punished them.

Huan Zheng waved his hand and let the inner attendant go out, and the inner attendant bowed and retreated.

The little girl is wearing a gorgeous palace dress, very luxurious and exquisite style of the Tang Dynasty, intricate openwork gold patterns, wide water clouds and long sleeves, and the texture of the mopping robe is magnificent and magical, revealing a very textured soft and flowing.

The little girl has long straight and silky hair, flowing beside her slender waist, such long hair always gives people a gentle and fresh feeling.

Her delicate little face has a bias towards coldness, a slightly pointed chin with rounded lines, like a cluster of crystals, clear and transparent, the sharp thorn is daunting, amazing from afar, but dare not approach profanity.

But in front of Ying Zheng, she is a lively and innocent little girl, cold and innocent.

"Yuxi, you ran out again, turn back and the concubine won't spank you."

Only thirteen years old, Huan Yuxi has already begun to look like a city and a country, her skin, looking at her facial features, is not beautiful to make people's hearts palpitate, the skin that exudes a round halo, like a porcelain doll.

The slender fingers lifted the skirt that flowed like flowing water, jumped over, her eyes bent into a crescent moon, and said with a smile: "Anyway, I am hiding here in the father's emperor, and the mother concubine will definitely not spank me for the sake of the father's face." "

Ying Zheng made a face: "This time I will help your mother and concubine spank you." "

Ying Yuxi originally wanted to throw himself into his father's arms, but when he heard this, he immediately stopped, rolled his eyes, hid behind Fusu, and spat out his little tongue: "I still have brother prince, brother prince, you will help me." "

Fusu shook his head and refused: "I won't." "

"Hmph!"

Ying Yuxi snorted: "Brother Prince, you are too boring, the father is right, how old you are, you have a straight face all day, and others are afraid when they see you." "

Huan Zheng said, "Okay, your prince brother still has things to deal with." "

"It's a martial arts hall trial, Father, please let me play." Win Yuxi begged.

Ying Zheng was about to refuse, but Fusu said, "Father Emperor, let Yuxi go and play." "

Ying Yuxi originally just tried to pray, but she didn't expect Fusu to actually intercede for her, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Brother Prince, I take back my previous words, you are too interesting." "

Ying Zheng shook his head helplessly, crying and laughing.

............

"The aura is too rich, if we cultivate here for ten years, our cultivation will definitely be stronger than now."

Mu Yan sighed.

Yunhuai nodded and said: "Yes, it's a pity that it is too difficult to settle in the Central World of Daqin, if this palace test is within a thousand, there may be hope, if it is within five hundred, the application to settle in the Central World will definitely pass." "

"Five hundred, it's too difficult."

Mu Yan was silent for a moment, and sighed gently: "My goal now is a thousand, try your best to complete it." "

Wu Nanzhi patted Mu Yan's shoulder: "One thousand, Mu Yan, you really dare to think that in the past ten years, the highest ranking of our world martial arts hall examination is only 2,380, and a few of the liberal arts have entered within a thousand." "

"But all nine of us lost in your hands, if you can score a thousand, we will look a little better."

The man leading the team said in a deep voice: "Let's go, the imperial capital office has arranged a place for us to live, and there are still three days before the palace trial begins, and you must adapt to the central world in these three days and exert your maximum strength." "

Everything in the central world made everyone look at it, and after shopping for most of the day, eleven people returned to the accommodation arranged by the office, sat cross-legged on the bed, Mu Yan fell into meditation, and suddenly, a whispering sound sounded in his ears.

"Who!"

Mu Yan suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze was like a torch, and he shot around.

Nothing.

"Maybe it's too much pressure."

Mu Yan shook his head, closed his eyes, and the whisper sounded in his ears again, as if it was like the whisper of a demon, but also like the neighing of a demon.

"Not auditory hallucinations."

Mu Yan quickly got up and searched every corner of the room, but there was nothing.

But when he closed his eyes, the seemingly nonexistent whisper reappeared, and even if he plugged his ears, the whisper still echoed in his ears and burrowed into his head.

"Am I going crazy?"

Mu Yan opened his eyes, frowned, and looked inwardly at his whole body, without the slightest sign of going crazy.

"What the hell is going on, go and ask them."

Mu Yan opened the door of the room, and what came into his eyes was a pupil, which was extremely evil, quickly enlarged, and filled the field of vision.

The moment he saw this pupil, Mu Yan only felt that his body was cold, his blood was directly coagulated, his breathing stopped, and the vitality of his body seemed to turn into stone, unable to be mobilized.

The pupils grew bigger and bigger, and then even the soul was frozen, his thinking stagnated, Mu Yan seemed to feel that his soul began to break, and he felt that he was going crazy.

At this moment, a huge amount of taboos and incomprehensible crazy thoughts poured into his mind.

The terrifying whispering sound and the voice full of madness and evil thoughts grew louder and louder, and it was deafening in the ears.

Mu Yan's body was deformed, large chunks of flesh and blood peeled off from his body and fell to the ground, and a mass of dead flesh seemed to have life, squirming wildly, changing various terrifying shapes.

The terrifying voice was changing, from a whisper to a shout, as if singing about something.