Zuoqiushan.

Wanshan League Back Hall.

Originally, this was Li Shier's bedroom.

The back hall is very large, and the size of the entire building complex is comparable to the size of ten front halls.

After all, the front hall is only used to handle affairs and receive foreign guests.

The back hall is the place where you live.

Various entertainment venues, dining venues, and helicopter aprons are all built in the back hall.

It can be said that this is the most prosperous place in Zuoqiu Mountain.

A paradise above ten thousand people.

Now.

Things change.

The owner of the back hall has become Nanshanhan.

In order to show his magnanimity, after Nan Shanhan took office, he announced that he would let go of all those who served the former Holy Lord.

Don't blame the past.

Those who are willing to stay can continue to work in Wanshan Village.

But the close guards and maids were all replaced.

When it comes to safety, false benevolence and false righteousness must also give way.

"Holy Lord." The attendants bent over neatly.

Nanshanhan walked alone on the street of the back hall, feeling complicated.

It's almost dark.

There are still three hours left before the Wanshan League meeting.

He didn't bring anyone, and he didn't even have weapons.

A large part of the attendants who nodded and bowed to him in front of him were from Wei Zhengxun, the Martial King of the Ministry of War.

puppet!

puppet!

puppet!

Nan Shanhan clenched his fists and kept muttering these two words!

At the slightest slap, if the Holy Lord is not dead, he will definitely become the target of public criticism!

then!

Nanshanhan was pushed up and under all the pressure!

But now!

He doesn't want to be a puppet, he wants to be his real self!

The true Holy Lord!

Nan Shanhan raised his head and looked at a palace in front of him.

That is the Holy Lord's bedroom.

Li Shier lived here back then.

"Holy Lord, you want to..." A servant leader stood up and asked with a smile.

"What am I doing? I still need to ask you for instructions?" Nan Shanhan stopped, his face gloomy.

"The Holy Lord's words are heavy..." The head of the attendant smiled awkwardly: "You know, the True King asked us to stay here, and it is difficult for the young people to deal with it. Moreover, this is a forbidden place, a place where the former Holy Lord lived, which is unlucky and unlucky."

"roll!"

Nanshan Han pushed away the leader of the servant and strode in!

It’s the true king of the Martial Arts again!

It’s Wei Zhengxun again!

The True King of the Military Affairs Bureau controls the Wanshan League combat troops.

Except for the Wolf Cavalry, all military strength fell into the hands of Wei Zhengxun.

Including these guards!

"Wei Zhengxun!" Nan Shanhan almost squeezed out the name from his teeth.

"Tsk! Look at how many days you can jump around. When the former Holy Lord dies, the True King will immediately cut off your head and replace it! Just a puppet, you really treat yourself as the Holy Lord." The guard commander looked disdainful.

Everyone in Zuoqiushan knows that Nanshan Han is a puppet!

It's a waste!

Even though he is in the name of the Holy Lord, he has no real power!

"I hope you will have a chance to say this tomorrow." Nan Shanhan suddenly stopped and turned to look at the guard commander: "I need to remind you that dead people can't speak."

After saying that.

He turned around and left.

Only the guards who were stunned were left.

"I'm crazy! Do you really treat yourself as the Holy Lord?" After the guard commander recovered, he cursed disdainfully.

Is the turtle trying to turn over?

A foolish dream!

Since Li Shier disappeared, the bedroom where he once lived has become a forbidden place.

No one is allowed to approach.

But now, Nanshan Han is at least the nominal holy lord.

It was just a palace, and the guards did not stop it.

After all, the face you should give is still something you should give.

Nanshan Han went west and walked countless steps, and finally arrived in front of the bedroom.

Zuihua Tower.

Where Li Shier once lived.

Looking at the majestic font above, a smile appeared on the corner of Nanshan Han's mouth.

If I had said that I might have become the Holy Lord four years ago, I'm afraid everyone would sneer and look down on it?

But now.

He did it.

He sat on Zuoqiu Mountain and on the throne!

Although it is not Li Shier's throne, it is also Zuoqiushan's throne!

puppet?

Although he sat on it as a puppet, Nan Shanhan was about to get rid of his puppet identity and become the real master of the world!

Four years.

A huge change!

Crunch.

He pushed open the door.

Stepping over the high threshold and entering the bedroom.

Empty and spacious!

Desolate!

No popularity.

There is no dust on the ground.

Four years have passed, spotless.

It seems unscientific, but this is thanks to the invention of the Holy Lord back then.

It can ensure that the bedroom is free of dust.

Even if people leave, this technology has been used.

Ta! Ta! Ta…
To be continued...