The rain has not stopped.

The world's cold wind is biting.

He just knelt on the spot, motionless, looking at the past through the eyes of countless people. He is still strong and strong, and his demeanor is not reduced.

Countless dignitaries and dignitaries existed and stood still in the rain.

No one dares to stand out from the crowd and hold an umbrella here.

This picture is unremarkable, seemingly ordinary, but it has formed a stormy impact in the hearts of countless people, which is really too shocking!

Wherever I am Ning Xuanyuan, what I do, do what you follow.

What I don't like can never show up.

For example, I don’t like you wearing gorgeous costumes and attending the funeral of the deceased. Then... take it off, roll, or kill!

Nothing more!

For about half an hour, he was still kneeling there, like a solidified sculpture, halfway through the patter of rain, silent.

This funeral.

From the beginning of the preparations, the evil spirits have been everywhere, and some people on one side said that the emperor and the courtier had passed away, and the interior should be cleaned up.

Some people come here with a joke in mind.

And more people are paying attention to him, not only to make sure that he is dead, but also to determine his current and present strength, or influence.

Very regrettable.

Ning Xuanyuan's supreme dominance in certain areas is beyond human imagination. The situation at this moment has basically confirmed the facts.

Many dignitaries, although they have complaints, really want to stand up and confront each other. The ending is probably similar to Hua Yunkong.

"Crack!"

The black door closed violently.

It was like a shady scene, completely separating the people outside the courtyard from those with extraordinary identities in the courtyard, and what followed was the buzzing sound of blades.

The strands are not big, but they never disappear.

At this moment, as if time and space shifted, so many powerful and powerful people, as if they were on the battlefield, opened their eyes to witness the shadow of the sword, light and sword, flashing from the front one by one.

Ning Xuanyuan finally got up.

Simply tidying up his clothes, just took a steady step to visit the family of the deceased.

Zhao Gongxin has two sons and one daughter. Although he inherited the wisdom of his parents, he is extremely indifferent to power and fame. Now he is just an ordinary employee.

After that, it is the grandchildren.

The youngest is only fifteen years old now. The boy is still childish and has a slightly thin body. He stands behind his father like this, his lips are white and he is silent.

Probably because of irresistible factors, the family members, all of them look introverted, and they seem to be buried in their hearts, wanting to say but dare not to say, it is distressing.

Ning Xuanyuan could actually understand.

As the saying goes, people take tea to cool down. Moreover, you are the one in power, and there are so many people who disagree with politics during their lifetime.

If Zhao Gongxin’s death, the family members left behind, if they are not a little stronger, the upper-level people do not speak up and do not advocate, and the dog-legs who follow will always find it uncomfortable to find Zhao's family, which will make the master physically and mentally happy.

"Thank you Ning Shuai for coming to Guodu in person to express condolences to my father."

Zhao Gongxin's eldest son bent down and thanked him sincerely.

Ning Xuanyuan helped him up, "It should be."

After that, he set his sights on Zhao Gongxin's youngest grandson, spread his hand, and pressed the latter's shoulder, "Grow up quickly and protect his family in the future."

Just like back then.

He is always alone, leaning on the haystack bathed in the sky with stars, holding the straw in his mouth, and cheering himself up, grow up quickly, and then have the ability to protect his foster father and mother and his sister!

The young man raised his childish face and stared at Ning Xuanyuan in a daze, "Uncle, I remember."

Probably he was hesitant to speak, the young man was in a trance, and he moved his gaze to an old man who pretended to be grieving outside the courtyard, but quickly avoided, his eyes flickering, and his mind was restless.

"You are still young after all, there are some things, it's better not to watch." Ning Xuanyuan said abruptly.

The boy was surprised, "Then what should I do."

The teenager's father clenched his child tightly, and the remaining family members surnamed Zhao were sluggish almost at the same time. He probably guessed something, and quickly stepped back.

"Close your eyes."

Ning Xuanyuan turned around suddenly, and took the war knife hanging on his waist in one hand. The blade's light cut a sharp white line along the oncoming drizzle.

Zhao Gongxin, the grandson of Zhao Gongxin, gave the old man a hurried look, his eyes widened suddenly, as if he felt a slight threat, so he took the initiative to speak, "Ning Xuanyuan, what are you going to do?"

His real name is Han Liu, who is about to increase his power and may even take over Zhao Gongxin's position. He has been in a high position for many years, so he is not surprised.

However, at this moment, Han Liu was panicked.

Ning Xuanyuan stretched out his hand and wiped away the spray of the blade, as if stepping into a no-man's world, he immediately touched Han Liu's eyebrows, "Guess what I am going to do?"

Han Liu, "..."

Everyone, "..."

This old Han, but the existence in the first place in power, Ning Xuanyuan rebelliously pressed the knife on his forehead, and the blood was not soft at all, and the blood escaped.

"I haven't settled down yet, so I am so anxious to find the family of the deceased?"

Ning Xuanyuan sneered. He has been used to going back and forth all these years, and the royal family head doesn’t take it seriously. What's more, Han Liu, the so-called power holder?

Han Liurukun was in his throat, feeling that his face was greatly humiliated.

For a long time, he pretended to be calm and said, "Ning Xuanyuan, the identity of the old man is here, today you dare to touch my hair, don't expect to go out completely."

"Ning Shuai has a good saying, don't read it if you shouldn't."

Backer King Yang Ye's voice suddenly sounded, indifferent, playful, and even with an unquestionable aura, which shocked countless people at the scene.

There are rumors that Ning Xuanyuan and Yang Ye have never been at peace, so the handsome will not see the king, and the king will not respect the handsome.

On that day, Ning Xuanyuan’s grand ceremony for the appointment of a commander was the first and only time they had met. It was even reported that Yang Ye refused to attend the event.

just now……

"After all, a country cannot have a dragon without a leader."

The origin of Ning Xuanyuan's words was slow, "For some things, I can choose to open my eyes and close my eyes, but not today. You choose another one."

Everyone, "..."

Han Liu, "..."

Choose another one?

What is this called?

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, Ning Xuanyuan slashed over and chopped Han Liu on the spot. The old guy didn't struggle much, his pen was falling down like a big tree collapsed.

Yuan Shu stepped forward and handed a clean handkerchief.

Ning Xuanyuan earnestly wiped the blood stains of Yin Hong on the saber, leaving the last sentence, "Ning must be traveling around during this period of time. If one day someone becomes a demon, I will come back!"

The drizzle.

Swaying in the wind.

The outside world didn't know what happened on this day, but heard that he left again.

By the way, the capital has held another funeral that can be enveloped, but no one dares to organize it with great fanfare, the deceased Han Liu!

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