Whole Nation

Dawn pierced through the thick mist and traced the traces of Tao under the pure sky,

The fat man's carriage, under the guard of thousands of heavily armed Samor's guards, once again passed through the tall and thick Krystal Road in front of him,

The golden morning light illuminates the road ahead,

"Krystal in the light!" The fat man lifted the curtain of the carriage, opened his eyes that had been slightly closed, and looked at the dazzling light of the sky with a complex look.

In front of the carriage, rows of black armored Samor soldiers stood on both sides of the main road in front,

The streets of the city have been completely blocked by the Samoan army in the early morning.

The murderous soldiers scared all Cress

"The Samorans have entered the city!" The chaotic Krystal seems exceptionally calm today

The residents of Cristo South Street who just got up early in the morning were stunned by the sight in front of them, their panic eyes filled with fear,

Outside their gilded windows,

Countless heavy armoured soldiers with black armor, holding cold spears in their hands, standing on the street, like statues of samurai warriors,

Although the sun was shining outside, the atmosphere of the desolation still made the citizens chill

"God! It's white thorn flowers!" a newbie hiding behind the window screamed!

From the slit in the window, he could see a black carriage engraved with white thorns badges, driving slowly in front, until disappearing in the corner of the street in front,

Thinking that the streets are full of murderous black armor soldiers, it appears to represent the most powerful coat of arms of Vickia,

"God! Is today Jester's Judgment Day?"

The nobleman murmured his eyes, and the whole person fell into a dull state. There was no trace of blood on his pale face, and his body collapsed on the ground because he lost support.

He is here, he must be here! The nobleman screamed in his heart,

Even if it was so sunny outside, it still made him shudder,

Regarding the horror of the Samoan army, these nobles who once served at the bottom of the Kyoto army are very clear,

From breaking down the stone bridge in the suburbs of Kyoto where tens of thousands of troops are stationed overnight, to the complete destruction of the outer walls of the city, the Kyoto royal army, who believes that it is superior,

In front of the Samoan army that swept through the south, it was like a group of rabble with no resistance,

The sharp Samor's sword is just a stroke, and it will kill the 80,000 troops in the suburbs of Kyoto.

This is a very strong match,

No matter how arrogant the nobles in the city are, no one would dare to stalk in front of the Samoan army.

Thinking of the flames that stained the red night sky during the Battle of Stone Bridge,

Think of the iron-blooded style of the Samorian army that has always exchanged blood for blood

This nobleman can't imagine what will happen next!

The white thorn flowers representing killing and power are covered with blood!

Under the aura of the glory of the kingdom of war, not only the glory, but more of the bones,

For the enemy!

Fatty Samor, who behaved rudely, never had a soft record!

A clear sound of horseshoes sounded from the front. The General of the Guard General Hu Keqili rode a horse. He was stopped by a dozen cavalrymen and stopped in front of a fat carriage, with a respectful report.

"Adult, according to the final list, we have already completed the arrest! Do these people need to immediately..." The fat man waved his hand and interrupted Hu Keqili's words, and the expression was indifferent. "No need to report to me, this matter I Already entrusted to Duduhan!"

"Yes, lord!" Hu Keqili nodded strangely, and continued. "Mr. Allenstein's imprisoned courtyard is in front."

"No" or let me go in person!

I promised her that if she is in danger, I will be the first one to appear beside her!

"Yes! Master!" Hu Keqili saw the fat man so determined, and quickly let the dozens of Samor's guard squadrons behind him take their guards on both sides,

The "creaky" fat man's carriage stopped in front of a small two-story building, and the two servants stood at the door in panic, at a loss,

They didn't know what had happened. Just opened the door early in the morning and saw a group of soldiers in black armor standing at the door.

They thought that the family sent to guard Miss Allenstein. Today is the day when the Duai family elects heirs. The servants in charge of the guards have been ordered,

No matter what happens, you must not let Allenstein, a well-known heir of Kyoto, appear at the succession ceremony of the family.

But immediately afterwards, they were wrong. These soldiers were completely different from the vassals of the family.

Standing upright is like a benchmark, looking at them with a killing intention,

A servant saw the carriage, and hurried into the inner courtyard in panic and called the housekeeper

"Who are you? You need to know that this is the heir of the Duai family! The estate of the Kleistos! If you dare to move a little, I will..."

The housekeeper in charge came out of the gate and shouted with courage,

As a noble family in Kyoto, there is still some confidence, not to mention,

The current Duai family still retains the title of clerk clerk, which was given by Samor himself,

Although the old duke is gone, the servant butler still believes that no matter who the other party is, he dares to ignore this identity, that is, to ignore Samor

"Executor Crestor?" A black armor knight looked awkward and strode up, which undoubtedly made the housekeeper feel a little more proud.

No matter how arrogant you are, you will never dare to ignore the reality that Samor ruled Vickia,

But things were beyond his expectations,

"Dang 啷" with a crisp sound, a cold light flashed from the waist of the black armor knight with a roar to the servant housekeeper's head

"Ah" The servant housekeeper was terrified by the sharp knife in front of him,

A sharp, cold arc-shaped sword with a bone-chilling cold, stopped just an inch from his nose,

The sound that scared him screamed quickly became silent, like a duck being pinched by his neck, his body stiffened not to move

"Except for the old Duke Duai, Kleisto has no administrative officer!" Hu Keqili's voice is cold, he knows the fat man in the carriage, and hates some people to risk the old duke's name.

"Forget it! Just a servant! Don't worry too much!" The fat man's indifferent voice came from the carriage,

"Huh! You're lucky! If I hear such a bold act again, I'll cut your head with a knife!" Hu Keqili snorted, the sword in his hand turned into a phantom, and the blade sheath was retracted with a cry.

"Yes! Yes!" The servant butler trembling on the ground,

"Miss Allenstein live here?" The fat man pushed open the door of the carriage and looked up at the dilapidated building with a hint of anger in his indifferent tone.

"Yes, in the small courtyard behind the small building! The subordinate immediately took someone to invite Miss Allenstein!"

Soon, pale-faced Allenstein appeared in front of the fat man,

"You! Why are you here?" Allenstein looked at the fat man standing at the door, his white and haggard face full of disbelief,

"What? Was it unexpected?" The fat man smiled bitterly. "I promised you! So I'm here!"

Hearing the sweet words of the fat man, Alan Sting’s pretty face was a bit sad, and his voice was sad. "Why don’t you come early! If you come early, grandpa will not die, if you come early, neither does Kleistau. Would become like this...if..."

Allenstein’s pink fist hit the fat man’s chest like a drum,

Crystal tears drip in the wind like broken beads

At this moment, Allenstein seems to have collapsed his entire spirit, and all kinds of grievances flooded like a flood

The fat man caressed Allenstein’s still trembling shoulder lovingly, and embraced Allenstein in his arms with his thick arms

The sudden death of the old duke undoubtedly hit the weak girl a lot. The news that he was not the birth of the old duke again came from within the family,

The invisible enemy is far more terrible than the sword and the gun. The dark arrows shot in the dark make Allenstein’s sad heart once again tortured in the conspiracy-rolling vortex.

According to the fat man’s information, in order to have the opportunity to attend the old prince’s funeral,

In order to be able to see the last side of this old man who has always loved himself,

The filial Allenstein even announced in public to give up his heir status in exchange for the opportunity to attend the final funeral

A relative departs, a group of relatives betray

Fat people cannot imagine,

How the fragile Allenstein survived in such an environment

It took a while for the fat man to hug Allenstein who was crying on his shoulder, and said softly

"Okay, it's okay, no matter what the situation, I'm there! Believe me, as long as you want, I will let the whole Duai family bury the old duke!

"No, don't!" Allenstein raised his head in anguish, and his delicate jade hands covered the fat man's mouth, fearing that the fat man would really anger the Duai family.

This is after all the family that raised him

Allenstein knows that this man is the master of the whole kingdom~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If you want the Duai family to be buried, it is definitely not a joke to please yourself.

The king is ruthless!

As long as he ordered it, the once glorious centuries-old giants will be turned into ruins, and Duai, a noble surname, will also become a member of countless mysterious disappearances in history

"Okay, look at the old duke and your face!" The fat man looked at Allenstein's determined face, knowing that Allenstein would not agree with the proposal, and sighed helplessly.

"Sir, it's almost time! The inheritance ceremony of the Duai family should be about to begin!" Si Duhan looked at Fatty Binghan's face and reminded hesitantly.

"Ceremony?" The fat man heard this and seemed to remember something, and said to Hu Keqi behind him, "You will immediately send someone to notify the families on the list! Tell them that the succession ceremony of the Duai family will be held here! If not, Or, execute the rebels on the spot!"

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