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　　 There is no choice but to continue walking forward.

　　 These tens of millions of years, in fact, from the perspective of the people of the earth, it has long been possible to reach Middle-earth casually.

　　 But because I have suffered too many losses, it is not easy to rise from the grass roots, and I cherish all the hard-won things even more. Therefore, we can only choose to go on in a foolproof situation.

　　 We can't afford to lose.

　　 So, I can only win!

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　　 Middle Earth.

　　 Ninety years later. God selected civilization headquarters.

　　Since forty years ago, Mr. Time can no longer pretend that he is okay. He fell ill and was bedridden. He vomited blood every day, and he was so emaciated that he could not stand up anymore.

　　 The whole person is as weak as a dead leaf in a violent storm, and it seems to disintegrate at any time.

　　 But he is unwilling to give up his rights, or in other words, he doesn't want to see his veins cut off.

　　 On this day, he called his son to the bed, looked at Er Zhuan Sanxian's son, Shi Guangjun said earnestly:

"I don't know what kind of strange disease I have, and I don't know what happened to me. Son, now the entire Middle Earth, the chosen people of God have returned to our soil, one after another from all over the place. I know what they want to do. All the forces are eyeing the position of the Lord of Time. They think that I am no longer suitable to be the Lord of Time.:"

　　 Son said solemnly: "Father, I will kill them.":

　　 "You can't kill anyone."

　　 Shi Shijun sighed, feeling depressed in his heart.

　　 Does this represent the change of an era and the fall of a dynasty?

　　 Will luck dissipate before a civilization falls?

　　 At the moment of foreign enemies, the earth people are about to land on Middle-earth. Time has internal and external troubles, not to mention defending against foreign enemies, even one's own internal affairs can't be understood. Everyone coveted the position of the monarch. A battle will inevitably erupt within the God-chosen civilization. At this time, if the earthlings come in, it will really be riddled with holes.

　　 A sorrow flashed in the eyes of the Lord of Time, it's over, God chose civilization, it's probably over...

　　The most terrible thing is actually, if the selected civilization becomes weak due to the civil war. Then Wang Ting doesn't mind shuffling the cards again, shuffling the chosen civilization, and the next civilization will become the Lord of Time.

　　The more capable and obedient will be in the top position.

　　 This is an unchangeable fact.

　　Only when it is handed over to his son can he be insured and relieved.

The son said, "Father, what's wrong with your body? You haven't told anyone what is wrong with your body. You just said it was just a temporary healing, but now everyone can see it. You are not temporary at all. Can you tell me now, what is wrong with your body?"

A bitter smile flashed in Mr. Time’s eyes: "If I say I don’t know, do you believe it? I’m dignified, Mr. Time, half-step reincarnation. As long as I reach the door, I will send something that is enough to express my loyalty. . Wang Ting can arrange me to enter the reincarnation realm. I...I am really freaking out, I am prosperous and prosperous, when my future is boundless, I suddenly fell ill. Who believes this? Tangtang Taiyi, the real immortal, actually fell ill?"

　　 "Father, after talking for a long time, what kind of disease do you have? Even your son has to hide it?"

　　 Shi Shijun said solemnly: "I said, I don't know..."

　　 "Father, how can you not know yourself?"

The son forced him to ask: "Think about it again? I really don’t know? Taiyi Immortal cannot get sick. Even if it is seriously injured and dying, as long as he is not dead, he will be able to recover as long as he has a breath. And you, Taiyi Immortal, also Haven't suffered any injuries. Now it's getting more and more serious. Father... doesn't even have to hide it from his son, right?"

　　 Shi Shijun smiled bitterly and wanted to say something, suddenly a solemn color flashed in his eyes. He glanced at his own flesh and blood, and suddenly he understood.

　　 Son, is he also the one who is fighting for rights?

　　Is he really caring about himself?

　　 The phrase ‘I killed them;’ actually has more meaning, is it to get rid of dissidents, right?

　　 Is he really caring about his father?

　　 I'm afraid not...

　　 What he cares more about is to know when he will abdicate. When will you pass it to him?

　　 But he dare not ask, because this is a taboo. He can only ask questions from side to side. Once he understands his true physical condition, after he thinks that he is really incurable, he will probably no longer have any worries, saying that he will start to do it.

Hey……

　　 This monarch should be.

　　 In the end, internal and external troubles. Can't even believe in his own flesh and blood.

　　 Shi Shijun stays in bed without speaking, but looks at the ceiling with his eyes faintly, muttering to himself like a dream:

"Looking back when I first entered Middle-earth. The ancestors were full of spirits, and no one cared about personal life and death and personal interests... At that time, we were united and everyone was twisted into a rope. They suffered all the hardships, and they passed. Obstacles time and time again, we have overcome one difficulty after another. It's just for future generations to have a peaceful soil..."

"Since when it started, it has changed. It has all changed. People in civilization are intrigue, just to get more benefits and more benefits. The previous money was uniformly distributed by the civilized treasury, and everyone has no selfishness. And Now...some individuals are worth more than a civilized treasury, yet they still want to swallow the entire treasury."

　　 "When did it change..."

　　 There was a ‘pop’.

　　 Son slapped the head of the bed with a slap, a little impatient, he seemed to be in a hurry, and he seemed a little impatient:

"Father, what are you talking about. This and that, is it sensational and interesting here? You want to educate me again? I'm already a second-rounder, and you have to teach me that it is not easy to start a business. I know. I'm not trying to figure out a solution for you. Am I trying to support the family business created by the ancestors? Can you stop talking about these meaningless things. I'm asking you something, but you answer it, answer it? my father!"

　　 "What's wrong with your body, you?"

　　 The icy cold in the eyes of the Lord of Time flashed, even if he said faintly: "If I say, I'm pretending, do you believe it?"

"what?"

　　 The son who stood up suddenly sat down again: "What is pretend?"

　　 Shi Shijun squinted his eyes, and a sharp color flashed in his eyes. The long-standing human breath made his son feel a little flustered.

"The enemy is about to come, and we don't know the strength of the people on earth. But the inner part of my choice of God is messed up first, don't you think this is a sad thing? Some people are the worms and maggots in civilization. They gnaw at the wealth, resources, and even the foundation of our civilization. I want to deal with this group of people, but... If there is no excuse and reason, how can we eliminate them? Compared to the people on earth, the internal moths are Our true enemy."

　　 The son was dubious: "So, you pretend to be sick?"

　　 "Hahahaha!"

Mr. Shiguang laughed: "If I don't pretend to be sick, if I don't pretend to be dead. These people will be hidden forever and will never be ready to move. If I die of illness, then all the forces will surely rebel. This time is to kill them. When the catch is all over, no matter who it is! I'm just waiting for an opportunity, I'm just waiting for an opportunity... By the way, my son, do I pretend to be like?"

　　 This sentence stopped him from asking.

　　 This sentence has a profound meaning.

　　 is very, very meaningful.

　　 For a while, he dared not answer his father's words.

　　 Shi Shijun asked again: "Am I pretending to look like?"

　　 Son took a deep breath: "It's not like."

"Oh?"

　　 "In fact, my son has long noticed that your father is pretending to be ill. Taiyi Zhenxian, how could you be ill? Your loading force is too shallow, but I haven't found a good excuse or reason."

"Hahaha, yes, I vomited a mouthful of blood at the time, and originally wanted to pretend that the old injury had relapsed. When I came back and thought, I had not been injured. It was sloppy. It looks good now, and it attracted some people, but...not enough. By the way, my son, Wang Ting has promised me that he will take me to complete a breakthrough in the reincarnation realm. If I am lucky, then I will become the first strong person in the reincarnation realm. Bless me my son ."

　　 The son of Er Zhuan Sanxian was silent for a long time, and said with a smile: "Bless you, my father."

After that, Mr. Shiguang took out a thread-bound book from under his pillow: "For these years, I have been lying in bed and have nothing to do. I often write some diaries. These diaries record my plans and plans for how to eliminate those enemies. Father wants to test you. You should finish reading this diary, and then you can follow some of the methods in the diary to deal with the enemies within us. Come back and report to me. I want to see if you have the ability to inherit my position. If I Become a reincarnation realm, and pass it to you when the time comes. From now on, I will become the emperor. You control this civilization."

　　 The son was holding the diary, his face was a little startled, he was stunned for a while, staring straight at his father and asked:

　　 "Father, how long will... how long?"

　　 The Lord of Time sinks in his heart, but he smiles on his face: "That depends on when my father can become a reincarnation. But... I feel that at most twenty years. You can't wait, right?"

　　 "Hahaha, father, you underestimated my patience. I can wait for two hundred years. My son resigned."

　　 took the thread-bound book and walked out the door.

　　 The prince’s “cloud” swiftly scanned the diary in his hand, and a sneer flashed in his eyes.

　　 suddenly turned his head and asked: "Diary? Who can write a diary?"

　　 The entourage next to him is Sanzhuan Sanxian. Hearing Prince Yun’s words, he laughed loudly: "Who writes a diary for a serious person? Do you write it?"

　　 "Hahahaha!"

　　 Prince Yun sneered: "I won't write. Do you write?"

　　 "I don't write either."

　　 The two looked at each other and laughed in unison:

　　 "Stupid!"

After the prince Yun laughed, he said in a deep voice: "Don't say that it has been twenty years... I can't wait for two years. How many points of what my father said is true? Is there one in ten thousand truthfulness? what?"

　　 "I think there is no one in ten thousand truthfulness."

"Ok……"

　　 "Why don't you showdown, Prince?"

　　 Prince Yun sneered: "The showdown? What is the showdown? Why is the showdown? Spread what my father said to me..."

Prince Yun gave the diary in his hand to his entourage: "Come on, print 100 million copies of this diary, and send it out. Disseminate it to the entire God-chosen civilization, and get a copy. Everyone has to read the diary written by my father. Learn his spirit from it."

　　 "Why is this?"

　　 "That is naturally to promote his diary."

　　 "Who would believe it?"

　　 "Someone always believes."

A sneer flashed in Prince Yun's eyes: "I am actually afraid of my uncles, who are also waiting for the situation to become clear. Once it is determined that my father is really bad, he will immediately kill me. Now the father is not dead, and the years of majesty and reputation make people afraid to do it. But it is also precarious... spread out, even if there is only a trace of fear in the heart, a trace of chanting."

　　 "Isn't this trying to scare the snake?"

"Hurt, what he said makes sense. I moved out of the two early birds. I don’t have a reason, rightly, as a "prince" to eradicate dissidents? Who jumped out, I said who wanted to rebel, I said me You will rebel before your father is dead... Before everyone has a clear card, the entire selection of gods will attack them. If you come a few times, don't I have a reputation?"

　　 "After you become famous?"

The prince Yun laughed and winked and said, "Energy is conserved. The fame I have is transferred from the fame of my father. If I have more fame, won't he lose a point? Then, As soon as he'disappeared', didn't I just go up?"

"Oh!!"

　　The entourage suddenly realized, and looked at Prince Yun in surprise: "It's still you cruel."

　　 Prince Yun smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and said lightly: "He wants to live. The desire to live is too strong. After talking sensational things for a long time, he wants to live."

　　 "Who?"

　　 "My great father."

　　 "Should he not live?"

　　 "Hahahaha."

　　 Prince Yun laughed twice: "By the way, what do you want when I am in power?"

　　 Followed Road:

　　 "I am not a big person. The treasury will give me all of it, and the civilization will belong to you. From now on, I only need 30% of the money in the treasury every year."

　　 "You really don't have a big heart. By the way, what's the price?"

　　 "What? A price?"

　　 Prince Yun smiled and said faintly: "Yes, then you have to pay something."

　　 "The respectable prince, what am I going to give?"

　　 "Simple, help me kill two people."

　　 "Killing?"

　　 The follower rolled his eyes and laughed: "Kill, it's easy, it's too easy. Which two people? You name it, brother, I promise you will do it properly."

　　 "Help me kill my uncle tomorrow, that uncle Wu Zhuan Sanxian. Help me kill my father a month later, I and his blood and blood relationship, I really can't bear to start."

"what……"

The entourage took a deep breath and laughed dryly: "Wu Zhuan Sanxian? Still killing the king? Wu Zhuan Sanxian is not easy to kill, this is the only way to kill the king... You are killing the king, you want me to be infamy. what!"

　　 Prince Yun looked at him deeply: "Then you don't want to?"

　　 "It's not... I have to add money."

　　 Prince Yun looked at him with a smile, and said nothing.

　　 I want to live!

　　 On top of the bed sheet, the Lord of Time was lying here, and he felt the murderous intent from his son. Even his own son can't help but want to do it. Can you imagine what kind of battle is the brothers and gangs outside?

　　 "I have to live..."

　　 "I have to live!"

　　 Shi Shijun muttered, rubbing a ring in his hand.

　　 After a while, the void tore apart, and a handsome face with long antlers appeared in the void, smiling and looking at him: "Say."

　　 The Lord of Time was shocked: "Little Prince! See Xiao Wang...cough cough..."

　　 "It's okay, just lie down and say."

　　 "Thank you, little prince. This...I invited Fenglin, so I didn’t want to disturb little prince."

　　 The little prince chuckled and said, "It's okay. She may be dead, I think, you probably won't be able to summon anymore..."

"died?"

　　 "Guess. She went to the galaxy ninety years ago and has never returned."

　　 ‘Om——’, the time Jun’s hair stood up.

　　 So, what is the existence of the Milky Way? Can't you come back even after going to reincarnation?

　　 "Let's talk."

　　 The Lord of Time didn't dare to think about it any more, and hurriedly cried out: "Little Prince, help me. Save me, many people want to kill me, save me..."

　　 "Aren't you dying?"

　　 The little prince swept his body with his eyes, what was the situation at a glance, and he chuckled: "I'm going to die, what can I do to save you?"

Mr. Shiguang cried: "I can live, I can live. I feel that I can live for ten years or so, but the people outside can't wait to kill me. They want to do it for a while. Oh. Save me, little prince."

　　 The little prince sighed: "I'm afraid I can't help you."

　　 "Why? Little Lord, did you agree to..."

　　 The little prince spread his hands: "Because, we are going to retreat, or surrender to the royal court, or... we have also formed a foreign land."

"what!"

　　 "I sent another civilized person to take a look, tusk... guess what?"

　　 "What?"

　　 "Earth people, I guess they are the nemesis of Middle Earth. Five and a half billion scattered immortals."

　　 "Five and five billion cents!!"

　　 The heart of the Lord of Time is scared to stop, how can it be so strong? Why is it so powerful? This completely exceeded my expectations.

　　 "But... 5.5 billion immortals are not afraid, there are also many in the Wang Court..."

　　 "Not as strong as them."

　　 "How strong?"

"Five-and-a-half billion cents, the weakest is only a dozen four-revolutions. In a few years, all members will start with five-revolutions. Legend has it that they still have nearly one hundred thousand nine-revolutions. , I’ve never heard of this kind of power in Middle-earth, and Sanxian can actually reach the Ninth Revolution? I heard that ~www.wuxiahere.com~ there are more than 1,000 Ninth Revolutions, that is a realm that I have never heard of. I can’t do it, but the one who knows the current affairs is a good man. My grandfather’s grandfather said..."

　　 The Lord of Time took a breath and couldn't say a word.

　　 The little prince comforted:

"So, what do you have to live with? Without earthlings, you will die of illness in a few years. If you don’t die, earthlings came in and killed you. Your chosen civilization will also be extinct. You say you Is it important to live or not? Good, obedient, let's not live anymore..."

　　 The Lord of Time, for the first time being comforted by an existence like the Little Prince.

　　 But this comfort made him a little depressed.

　　 He wants to live! ! !

"Little prince... Then, can you heal my body? I can live alone. If civilization is destroyed, it will be destroyed. I will join the court in the future. If Fenglin is dead, you lack a servant? I can... …"

　　 The little prince laughed: "Look, you don’t know each other? You are a mortal man, what are you going to negotiate with me. They are all old friends, so it’s boring."

　　 "Little lord, I am useful..."

　　 "You have a fart."

A funny color flashed in the eyes of the little prince: "My civilization, I can sacrifice at any time. The guards are the first batch of cannon fodder to attract their attention. I will definitely run by myself, too. Bring someone, isn’t that cumbersome? You can all die for me. If you don’t attract attention, what shall I do to make a comeback?

　　 "Okay, obedient, people are dead. I'm afraid of a hammer..."

　　 "……"