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　　The vast land of China, Daxia, when the young Lord of Daxia, holding a gun and fist, proclaimed his emperor to the world, the entire country is silent on the vast land of China.

　　 Countless Daxia people stared at the sky above the sky, the mountain and sea picture scroll that occupied the entire line of sight, and the flashing light and shadow scene on the picture scroll, with their fists clenched, their bodies trembling slightly, their hearts surging, and thunderous!

　　 For the entire Daxia people, at this time, before the will of heaven, Zhao Yu, who was flying in his robe, was the **** of the entire kingdom.

　　 Guarding the people, this is Zhao Yu’s imperial way, so even in the face of heaven, this young emperor must fight for it!

　　 "Mother, did you cry?"

　　 The summer palace of the Baidi Palace in the capital of God, a clear and concerned voice of inquiry sounded, followed by two concerned eyes, looking from the front.

　　 Then Rouge, who was sitting quietly outside the summer palace, retracted his gaze from the scroll of mountains and seas above, and looked down at the two little guys below with slightly raised heads and a worried look, with a smile, and he responded:

　　 "My mother's tears can't stop."

　　 After this gentle response fell, within the two strings of tears on Rouge Qiao's face, there were even more tears, like a spring, and the source of the tears was a pair of hot eyes.

In front of Xiadian, the rouge of the mother's ritual world on weekdays did not raise his hand to wipe off the teardrops at this time, but let it continue to fall. Then the tears turned into crystal clear pearls after falling. Down, fall on the ground.

　　 After a breath, the two little guys who were sitting obediently on the front steps got up and ran back together, then plunged into Rouge’s arms, and the voice came out:

　　 "Mother, the emperor said that each of your tears is the most precious jewel in the world, you can't cry, you can't cry."

　　 After finishing speaking, Xiao Weiyang, who was taller in Rouge's arms, stood on tiptoe, stretched out her hand and gently wiped away the tears of the woman in front of her, and blew it with great distress.

　　 Looking at her daughter's so well-behaved appearance, the smile on Rouge's face was even greater, then she reached out her hand and touched the heads of her son and daughter in front of her, and the voice went on:

　　 "Then don't tell your father, otherwise, when he comes back from the front line, you will have to blame your mother."

　　 As soon as these words came out, Wei Young's head shook like a rattle, and his body was straightened, and he opened his head and said:

　　 "Don't worry, mother, I'm absolutely tight-lipped."

　　 The voice fell, Wei Yang turned his head, looking at a slightly frowned brow next to him, looking at a male doll who looked like a small adult, just about to speak, but listened to the very serious question of the latter and then came out:

　　 "Mother, why are you crying?"

There was full seriousness in this crisp inquiry, and then Rouge slowly put away the smile on his face, raised his head and continued to look at the picture scroll of Tianwei and Diwei violently confronting the mountains and seas above. The response came out:

　　 "My mother is crying because my mother is like you, like all men, women, old and young outside, who are citizens of Daxia, with hot hearts and hot eyes!"

　　 "Hot heart, hot eyes!"

　　 After this short sentence came out of Rouge's mouth, it seemed that there was a kind of great power that began to echo in the hearts of all the people of Daxia.

　　 Afterwards, at the Ruins of Taiping, the city of God, the people of Daxia who gathered here spontaneously raised their left hands high.

At the same time, the entire Shenjing City, Gwangju Metropolitan City, Chuzhou Qiushui City, Guizhou Fengcheng, etc., every city, every village, and even every small family in the vast land of Shenzhou has Countless people like Zhao Yu, who stood proudly before the will of Heaven, raised his left hand high, raised it above his head, and pointed at nine days.

　　 If you overlook the entire Daxia from the sky, you will see a picture that is hard to see in ancient times!

　　 Every inch of the mountains, rivers and earth in Daxia, up to the gray-haired old man, down to the juvenile children who just learned to run, all raised their hands high and stood upright.

　　 They were beating their extremely hot hearts, and with their hot eyes, they fixedly stared at the young emperor above that was not wide, but they carried the back of the entire Great Xia Kingdom and billions of people, with respectful eyes and pious expressions.

　　On the vast land of China, it has never been the same as it is now. All the people have united their own will, their own emotions, and their own ideas so closely, and then silently support their own emperor.

　　 After that, among the countless people who clenched fists and lifted the sky, I didn’t know who it was. They spoke first and let out a hoarse roar:

　　 "Long live your majesty, great summer glory!"

　　 When this roar came out, it seemed to be the first lightning that ignited the entire starry sky, completely detonating the entire vast land of China, and then countless people shouted at the same time:

　　 "Long live your majesty, great summer glory!

　　 "Long live your majesty, great summer glory!"

This long live sound, after merging into one place, directly turned into an unprecedented whistling sound, almost completely overturning the entire sky, and at the same time clearly telling this high heavenly way, that comes from an ant-like small creature Shout.

The roars, turned into infinite iron will and fireworks belonging to Daxia, billowed into the sky, not only rushing to the scrolls of mountains and seas above, but also resounding on the cliffs and seas of Daiyuxian Island countless miles away, clear transmission In everyone's ears.

　　 "What kind of sound is this, why is it difficult to suppress even the sound of heaven?"

A horrified murmur came from the monks in the profound land, and the shouts in these people's ears became louder and louder, as deafening as countless people were roaring in their ears. The elders of the sect looked at each other, subconsciously exclaimed:

　　 "This voice, could it be, could it be from the country called Daxia!"

　　The words have not yet fallen, and the Huanghuang divine voice that belongs to Zhao Yu in front of him is rolling out like a torrent:

"You can hear the whistling back and forth. This is the cry of our people. It comes from the people of Daxia who are dismissive of life and death in your mouth. Listen, this voice is so powerful and earth-shattering! "

　　 The voice of the young emperor is as stable as ever, but if you listen carefully, you will find that there is infinite impassion in the emperor's voice.

At the same time, in the picture scroll of mountains and seas above Zhao Yu's rear, the shouts of the mountains and the tsunami were even worse, and then a milky white smoke rose from every inch of the mountains and rivers in the picture scroll of mountains and seas. , Converge with each other.

There was laughter, weeping, and the joys, sorrows, sorrows, emotions and desires of the entire Great Xia kingdom in this firework breath, rushing into Zhao Yu’s raised left fist, as if to the young emperor On top of his fist, there was a layer of creamy flames.

　　 "The people of our human race are naturally different from the rest of the creatures. Heaven is ruthless, but humans are affectionate.

　　 "I am not alone, and trillions of people are behind me, so why be afraid!"

　　 After a vast emperor sound penetrated through the world, Zhao Yu clenched his left fist, smashed it down, and blasted on the God of War Xun Spear.

　　 In the next instant, the frost on the road above the Scarlet Swift Spear shattered every inch and spread outward!