Chapter 1190 The King's Order

"Father."

Hearing this, Qi Xi suddenly stopped the dragon chariot.

"If this is the case, I will be separated from my father."

"What?" Quan Emperor was a little stunned, looking at Qi Xi with a determined look, as if this was the first time he had seen the other party resist him.

"Xi'er, you are my son and the future emperor, but you want to disobey me for the sake of mortals?" After being stunned, the whole emperor was puzzled: "My choice should be right for the human race, right?"

"The emperor is ruthless, so it is right." Qi Xi shook his head: "The people of Li are all living individuals, not just a bunch of flesh and blood."

"Each of them has their own life, and this life should not be erased at will by the will of those in power."

"It is precisely because of the incompetence of those in power that the human race has come to this day." Emperor Quan said: "Although my plan is cruel, it is the rebirth of the human race and the rise of a great empire. As an emperor, for the sake of the race It is our responsibility to look for new vitality and possibilities for growth.”

"Qixi, as a prince, how can you be as indecisive and sentimental as those rotten scholars and stinky writers?"

"My son was born like this, and it has never changed." The conflict between the two sides completely broke out at this moment, Qi Xi stood up: "I was looking forward to my father's return, but I never thought that after my father returned, he would still be the same as before. Ruthless."

"Am I still ruthless?" Emperor Quan asked: "If that's the case, why would I say that I would resurrect Ding Qiu and you? I..."

"Father." Qi Xi suddenly interrupted Quan Di, his tone a little cold, "Aunt Ding and I died, wasn't it precisely because of your ruthlessness?"

"Just like back then, my father had an entire empire and had infinite power, but he was unwilling to give the Ding tribe a place of freedom."

"I told you the reason." Speaking of Ding Qiu, Emperor Quan's tone softened a lot. "The empire was just established at that time. If the Ding family was allowed to be independent..."

"What about me?" Qi Xi asked: "Didn't my father do it intentionally when he let his younger brother take over the power? Did my father really not know anything about the imperial edict brought by Feng Qiongqi?"

"You..." Quan Emperor raised his hand, but faced Qi Xi's eyes like torches, he fell silent.

After a long time, Emperor Quan withdrew his hand, seemingly a little weak: "Xi'er, are you going to leave me like Qiongqi?"

"My father's heart is about the empire, but my sons are not." Qi Xi handed over his hands, jumped off the dragon chariot, and then summoned his motorcycle.

After saying this, Qi Xi paused and added: "Qiongqi fought with his father all his life. He gave everything for his father's great cause, but in the end he died of humiliation without dignity..."

"It's true that my father is a great emperor, but for Qiongqi, you are not a qualified partner, for me, you are not a qualified father, and for Aunt Ding, you are also not a qualified partner... "

"That's all."

"I wish my father could rebuild the empire, become the emperor of eternity again, and complete great achievements for eternity."

"I'm leaving."

Buzz buzz.

The motorcycle started moving, and Qi Xi's figure immediately disappeared.

Emperor Quan made no move, watching Qi Xi gradually disappear, his eyes flickering in and out, and finally he just exhaled and sat back.

"Great achievements are always lonely. There is no need for Emperor Quan to feel sad." A voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and at the same time, Emperor Quan reached out and grabbed the man's throat.

"Dujia?" Looking at Dujia's appearance, Quan Di frowned and threw it aside casually.

Du Jia knelt down directly. Facing Emperor Quan, he showed full flattery, "Emperor Quan and his son reunited. Du Jia had no intention of eavesdropping. He just didn't want to ruin this moment of warmth."

"You do know how to say it." Quan Emperor had heard too many flattery words, and Du Jia's words were indifferent to his ears. He just said coldly: "Where is my weapon?"

"Ye Fan is guarding the tomb, but I couldn't get the weapon back." Duga leaned down.

"Is it Ye Fan again?" The name appeared again, and Quan Di suddenly felt a little irritated, "What kind of magic power does he have?"

"Qiongqi left with him, and Xi'er seemed to be particularly friendly to him."

"He is just a boy who is still in the realm of ordinary people. He relies on an outdated set of friendships and wants to revive the dilapidated human race." Duga replied: "It's just that he is very lucky."

"If you are lucky, it will prove that he is no longer a mortal." Emperor Quan suppressed the anger in his heart and glanced at Du Jia, "Is he very powerful? He defeated you?"

"He got help from Jian." Dujia said.

"Will Jian help him?" Emperor Quan frowned again. He knew the legend of Jian.

Such a creature, an existence from the beginning of mythology, coupled with a violent personality, how could it possibly help a future human race.

"Haotian Tower is in his hands." Du Jia explained, and at the same time, gave his own judgment: "I was thinking on the way back, there is a high probability that Ye Fan will not be able to really mobilize Jian, otherwise Jian's ability will definitely There should be great restrictions on keeping me, at least there are restrictions on the scope of use."

"We don't have to be afraid. We can test his strength. All the alliance troops are gathering at the tomb. If it goes as I expected, we can defeat him in one blow and completely break up this fragile alliance."

"Then, defeat them one by one and take back their homeland."

"Give it a try..." Emperor Quan's eyes darkened, and he looked at Du Jia with some uncertainty in his eyes.

He had listened to Qi Xi's words. Du Jia in front of him must have been lying to him about many things.

Facing the eyes of the Quan Emperor, Du Jia still leaned on the ground. He listened to everything the two said and saw the suspicion in the eyes of the Quan Emperor. At this moment, he did not explain a word, but just kept his humility.

"What if it is a trick?" After a long time, the Quan Emperor asked: "You said Ye Fan was insidious and cunning, what if it was his trick, just to lure us away and use the Qilin to severely injure us?"

"No possibility." Du Jia shook his head: "If that was the case, he could have done it as early as the day we met."

"In addition, it doesn't matter even if I made a mistake in judgment. Before resurrecting you, I have established a connection with your body, and all the harm will be transferred to me first."

"If there is any pain, I must bear it first, and if it is really a trick, the Quan Emperor will just escape."

"Is there such a contract?" Hearing this, the Quan Emperor was suspicious, but did not ask. The next moment, he punched his chest casually.

Boom.

The fist touched the chest, and a muffled sound came, accompanied by a faint fluorescent light. At the same time, Dujia's chest collapsed and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Is it true?" Quandi showed an unexpected expression. At this moment, looking at the still humble Dujia, even he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

As a minister, he died for the king. The Dujia in front of him was actually such a person.

"Dujia, what do you want by resurrecting me?" Quandi asked, looking at Dujia, his eyes full of doubts: "Do you want an empire? Or immortality? Or what?"

"Why do you do all this."

"What I want..." Dujia coughed up blood, but his eyes flashed with some slightly crazy fanaticism.

"Master once said that I have the talent of a king's assistant. I believe this and want to assist a generation of kings to build a great empire. But throughout the ages, the monarchs I have met are either too stupid, too bad, or too crazy."

"And Quandi, you are the most likely person to make me achieve this goal, and perhaps the only one."

"So, the king dies, the minister dies."