Qing Ling I have said before that there are no absolutes in nature. Even a ten-year-old child can kill a seriously injured ninth-level powerhouse.
Ning Chen was not a ten-year-old child, and Xiao Family Ninth Grade and Ming Family Eighth-Rank were not seriously injured. However, they still did not dodge this sword.
Because there was no thought of hiding in their minds.
I don't know, so they deserve to die.
The two of them died, and Little Emperor was exposed to Ning Chen.
How far is the distance of three feet? It's a little over ten meters, which is very close for a warrior.
But how could the emperor not have strong people around him.
Ning Chen When the sword moved, a figure appeared next to the emperor.
Ninth-grade, another ninth-grade, and a truly powerful person far beyond the Xiao Family ninth-grade.
A powerful palm struck, and the wheelchair shattered.
However, the original figure was missing from the wheelchair.
Ning Chen, who has disabled legs, can't dodge this move, but it doesn't mean that he can't dodge it if his legs are intact.
He has spent many, many days in a wheelchair for this day.
Ninth-level experts are also human beings, so they naturally have cognitive blind spots.
If you have blind spots, you will make mistakes in judgment.
Ning Chen caught this mistake very well, avoided the palm, and directly stepped in front of Little Emperor, grabbing the latter's shoulders.
"Your Majesty, please grant me a marriage!" Ning Chen Hengjian stood beside Little Emperor and said with an extremely serious expression.
"Presumptuous!" Little Emperor frowned and shouted angrily.
"Your Majesty, please grant me a marriage!"
Ning Chen was unmoved and still replied calmly.
Under the stone steps, the ten major families finally came to their senses, and each of them looked shocked. In this short moment, no one expected such a drastic change to occur.
Using force in front of the palace to blackmail the emperor into granting a marriage is a capital crime and will implicate the nine clans.
Several people at the Qing Family were shocked, especially Qing Wushuang, whose expressions had become extremely ugly.
This person's move is to trap Qing Family in a place of eternal destruction.
Sure enough, an old minister in front of the palace looked angry, looked at the Qing Family people, and said sternly, "Don't let him let go of His Majesty!"
Qing Wushuang stepped forward and said with a gloomy face, "Bai Yutang, I promise to marry you, please let go of Your Majesty!"
The Ninth Rank in front of the palace also tensed up, and once Ning Chen let go of Little Emperor, he would immediately take action to kill him.
"If I believed you, my seventeen years would have been in vain, Little Emperor, come with me."
After finishing speaking, Ning Chen grabbed Little Emperor and walked towards His Highness step by step. When passing by the middle of Martial Arts Banquet, he paused and said calmly, "Qing Wushuang, you go prepare a horse. My patience is limited, I hope you can hurry up."
Hearing this, Qing Wushuang frowned, the anger in his heart could not be concealed, and he was about to explode, but was stopped by a voice.
"Do as he says," the old minister in front of the palace said angrily.
Qing Wushuang snorted coldly and left quickly.
Ning Chen grabbed Little Emperor and walked step by step towards the outside of the palace, followed by a large group of people, not daring to get too close or too far away.
Little Emperor was very stubborn and never begged for mercy, which made Ning Chen greatly admired. This little guy is very good.
It seems that the woman Fan Lingyue has trained an incredible successor for Northern Mongol Royal Court.
You can learn everything about talent, learning, and governance, but the magnanimity of the king of this country cannot be lost. Otherwise, if even the emperor begs for mercy, what will happen to the subjects of the entire Northern Mongolia.
A large number of guards in the palace surrounded them and had to get out of the way. They watched helplessly as Ning Chen led Little Emperor out of the palace. Behind the two of them, Yuqian Ninth Grade followed step by step, waiting for a chance to rescue him.
However, Ning Chen had endured it for so long, how could anything go wrong at this time? He held Little Emperor with his left hand and carried Ink Sword with his right hand, never letting up for a moment.
At this distance, no one except Xiantian can save Little Emperor.
He is Seventh-Rank. He may not be able to defeat the ninth-grade strong man in front of the 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 enough to drag Little Emperor to be buried with him.
Everyone present understood this, so no one dared to take action easily, and no one dared to bear this serious crime that implicated the nine clans.
In front of the palace, Qing Wushuang came over with a horse, looked at Ning Chen, and asked with hatred in his voice, "Who are you?"
"Mud Kingdom, Bai Yutang" Ning Chen replied with a smile.
Qing Wushuang was so angry that his chest felt tight. Even at this time, this guy still refused to show any signs of weakness.
Next, a strange scene appeared in front of the people of the Northern Mongolian capital. An ugly man with a ferocious face was walking in front holding their Little Emperor. Behind him, a woman followed with a horse. From behind, people from the civil and military and the ten major families followed closely, and everyone looked as ugly as if they had eaten flies.
The kings of Northern Mongolia are not young. Ning Chen led a large group of people and walked for four hours, from morning to sunset, before they arrived at the city.
Little Emperor's face had already turned pale. The four-hour journey was unbearable for a seven-year-old child, but Little Emperor gritted his teeth and persevered.
Ning Chen appreciates this little guy more and more, and a trace of true energy is continuously injected into the latter's body along his arms, quietly helping him relieve the fatigue on his body.
Dark night fell and the cold wind gradually picked up. The night in the desert was very beautiful. The whole sky was clean. You could see the stars and the disk-like Mingyue in the sky. The mighty group finally walked outside the royal capital.
"You ride a horse and wait for me at Shating, thirty miles east." Ning Chen turned around and looked at Qing Wushuang, saying seriously.
Qing Wushuang's expression immediately changed again and again. These words were heartbreaking because he wanted her and Qing Family to die without a burial place!
"Do as he says!" The veteran minister in the court spoke again with a gloomy expression.
Qing Wushuang had no choice but to mount his horse, give a soft drink, and head eastward.
Seeing Qing Wushuang disappear without a trace, Ning Chen grinned at the people behind him, and then did something that everyone expected.
Ning Chen ran away, holding Little Emperor as hard as he could.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and there was only a shadow left in front of them. If Seventh-Rank warriors ran away desperately, they would be faster than war horses.
The ninth-grade worshiper in front of the temple reacted first, stamped his feet, and immediately followed. Immediately afterwards, the elders and young powerful men of the ten major families also came to their senses, and also chased after him with all their strength.
Ning Chen felt helpless. He couldn't help but run away. Should he stay here and seek death? As for the plan?
There is no plan. In Beimeng's territory and the senior is not here, only the devil knows what to do.
He was so nervous that he was sweating all over after being able to abduct Little Emperor.
Little Emperor kept struggling, Ning Chen slapped the little guy on the butt.
He just likes people who are non-violent and non-cooperative.
Little Emperor bit her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes, but she refused to cry. Her stubborn look and delicate little face made her look like a child who was having trouble with his parents.
Ning Chen led a large number of people and ran desperately without caring about the direction. He ran without even knowing where he was going.
Suddenly, two shocking Sword Qis shot up into the sky and immediately collided with each other. The surrounding heaven and earth could not bear the huge force and began to shake violently. In an instant, the sky shook and the earth shook, and a sandstorm rolled in.
"I'm crazy"
Seeing a huge sand wave coming down, Ning Chen just had time to utter a curse word before he was buried in the sand wave.
The worshipers in front of the temple and the young and old from the top ten aristocratic families at the back were no better, and were all blown into the yellow sand by this terrifying and shocking wave.
The next moment, a dark yellow light flashed, and Ning Chen suddenly came out with Little Emperor in his arms, and ran away without saying a word.
Fortunately, he had Scroll of Dust and Power of Thick Earth in his body, which played a big role at the critical moment.
After another ten breaths of time, the worshiper in front of the temple came out and looked up, but he could no longer see the shadows of Ning Chen and Little Emperor.
The elders and young powerful men from the top ten aristocratic families also emerged from the sand one after another. Their heads were all confused and they didn't know why. After a while, they calmed down and their hearts sank quickly.
The emperor was lost and kidnapped by a Seventh-Rank young man. This was Northern Mongol Royal Court's great shame. Everyone's faces became ugly. They knew that this time the royal capital would probably face a huge purge.
"Send someone to inform Military Advisor of today's events. In addition, all Qing Family will be imprisoned in Sand Prison. Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!" The priest in front of the hall said coldly.
"Yes." An elder of the Ming Family and three young strong men respectfully accepted the order, and immediately stepped forward to control Elder Fa of the Qing Family and the two young men. The other eight aristocratic families did not dare to say anything. At this time, whoever asked for mercy was seeking death, and besides, it was impossible for them to ask for mercy.
The three of them did not dare to resist and allowed the strong men of the Ming Family to seal their Qi Sea. The result of resistance could only be death. Now their last hope is that His Majesty can be found as soon as possible.
On the other side, after Ning Chen ran for more than an hour, he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one was following him. He threw Little Emperor away and lay down with a heavy breath.
The sand was very soft, and just like that, Little Emperor was thrown so hard that it hurt so much.
After resting for a while, Ning Chen sat up, looked at Little Emperor next to him, and asked curiously, "What's your name?"
Little Emperor turned his head with an angry expression and refused to answer.
Ning Chen When he saw it, he immediately felt unhappy. Do you still have any awareness of being a hostage? It is really non-violent and non-cooperation, right?
"Little guy, it's just the two of us now. If I'm not happy, I'll leave you here. I'll make sure that by the time your ministers find you, you'll basically have only bones left."
After saying that, Ning Chen patted his butt and stood up, really intending to leave him alone.
"My name is Mingyue"
Little Emperor couldn't help it anymore and replied awkwardly. His voice was soft and crisp, but it sounded nice. No matter how strong a child is, he is still afraid of being thrown alone in this boundless desert.
Ning Chen frowned, feeling something was wrong.
Children can't lie, but the name Mingyue sounds awkward.
Today in front of the palace, when he heard Little Emperor's voice, he felt something was wrong. At that time, he thought it was because the child's voice had not changed.
Thinking of this, Ning Chen stepped forward and grabbed Little Emperor's arm, injecting his true energy into it. His expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but curse again.
"I'm crazy"