Leaving home in the north.

Tianwan City.

In a luxuriously styled house.

Bei Lilong sat on the chair and looked at the information in his hand.

"Yes, Bei Lihen has lost people's support."

Bei Lilong had a smile on his face.

Since Chuxue left, he has not smiled for a long time, and has always had a gloomy face, which frightened the maids who served him.

Fortunately, Bei Lilong calmed down his temper and was not as violent as before. Not only did he not kill the maids, he actually appeared to be very polite.

This is also something that cannot be done.

Ever since the defeat at Jianxiagguan and his escape back to Beili's home, most of his original prestige has been lost.

If he doesn't make changes, then he will have no chance of becoming the crown prince of Beili.

When he thought that the crown prince's position would fall into the hands of Bei Lihen, his heart felt like it was being hacked by countless knives.

At the same time, thinking of Chuxue's betrayal, the strange looks from those in the clan, etc., he became angry and wanted to kill someone.

However, he endured it.

Moreover, after returning to Tianwan City, he used various means to squeeze Beilihen, and successfully made Beilihen lose his heart.

In this way, he finally brought Bei Lihen to the same starting line as him.

Bei Lilong's eyes flashed with a cruel, cold and violent look.

"It's almost time for my revenge."

"It's better to rely on yourself than to rely on others. When I complete the practice of vampire magic and successfully enter the master realm, at that time, there will be grievances and vengeance. Everything owed to me must be paid back to me."

Beili Long thought secretly in his heart.

He stretched out his palm and clenched it into a fist.

Feeling the internal energy rushing through his body, a smile appeared on his lips.

He has found the seeds leading to the master realm, and then, as long as he practices hard, he will almost certainly be able to cross this threshold.

He closed his eyes and felt it for a while, then opened his eyes again.

At this time, hurried footsteps were heard outside.

His confidant and bodyguard rushed in panting.

"Master, something big has happened."

The confidants and guards were a little slurred when they spoke.

"What's the big deal? Speak slowly."

Bei Lilong raised his eyebrows, a haze flashed in his eyes, and then quickly disappeared.

If he had seen such a reckless subordinate at this moment, he might have slapped his hand and severely injured the guard to the ground.

However, at this time, he just made a casual comment.

"Young Master, Your Majesty and their coalition forces were defeated in the battle of Sixiang City!" the guard gasped.

"Explain things clearly, bit by bit."

Beililong was shocked, but still maintained a calm attitude.

Afterwards, the personal guard carefully explained the latest information returned.

"You go down."

After Beililong heard this, he waved his guard to leave.

After the personal guards left, he could no longer maintain his calm face.

In the battle of Sixiang City, Daqi actually sent Luo Fengtang, using new fire guns, and defeated an allied force of 60,000 to 70,000 in one battle. It can be called a classic battle in which a small number defeated a large number.

This kind of classic battle that will go down in history is an honor for the winner, but for the loser, it is a complete joke.

Then, Beili Tu's disappearance was a huge change and blow to Beili's family.

Beilijia, who was originally prosperous and prosperous with a new dynasty and a new outlook, suddenly felt as if his backbone had been ripped out, and he no longer had the same spirit of anger as at the beginning.

"This is a crisis, but also an opportunity!"

"It is still unclear whether my father can come back, but we must take this opportunity to strengthen our power. It is best to get more than half of the votes in the Presbyterian Council. In this way, the position of the heir apparent will be secure."

"Once my father cannot come back, he will directly inherit the title of King of Beili!"

Beililong cheered up, no longer dormant, and was ready to take action.

…

"The world is shocked. As soon as my father took action, this problem was solved."

Luo Xingchen was sitting in a room in the county governor's mansion, Duan Mujin and Mo Anbai were sitting next to him.

Previously, after the news reached Linze City, the prefect Chu Xiquan immediately found Luo Xingchen, invited all the prominent people in Linze City over, and announced the news in public.

After learning this latest news, Luo Xingchen and others were naturally extremely happy.

This means that Da Qi's crisis of national annihilation has truly been eliminated.

Then, next, Daqi will begin to enter the counterattack stage.

"There is no need to worry over there in the capital. What we have to worry about here are the Persians."

Zhan Jingbai said.

She hated the Persians with a deep hatred.

Xinyuehu, who disguised himself as the master, has already suffered his retribution.

However, currently her master, Ye Wumei, the real master of the Golden Chan Palace, is missing and her life or death is unknown.

All this is caused by Persian religion.

Not to mention, in this catastrophe, many of the familiar disciples and friends of Jin Chan Palace died unexpectedly.

"Don't worry, the Persians will be driven out of the Central Plains by us sooner or later."

Luo Xingchen said.

At this point, he is very confident.

Persian religion is a waterless source in the Central Plains. There are very few people who truly believe in Persian religion. It cannot become a big trend simply by relying on those sent from the headquarters.

"The enemy has been defeated this time. Next, our target will be Qixuanmen."

"But we can't kill Qixuanmen directly."

Luo Xingchen said.

"Sir, why can't you kill him? Are you worried that we are not strong enough?"

Zhan Jingbai said doubtfully.

"No, we have the ability to encircle and suppress Qixuanmen."

"But those people from the Persian Cult are very skilled in martial arts. It would be better for them to stay in the Qixuanmen. At least we have a clear goal. If we destroy the Qixuanmen, they will scatter outside and completely escape into the darkness.

It would be a headache to take the opportunity to cause damage.”

Luo Xingchen explained.

Seeing Zhan Jingbai was still a little confusing.

"Young master, what I mean is that we should take a long-term approach to catch the big fish. Don't be impatient. When the time is right and all the people of the Persian religion are related to the Qixuanmen, we will take action. In this way, we can do our best to destroy and attack the Persian religion."

Mo Anbai explained for Luo Xingchen at the side.

"I will obey the master's arrangements."

Zhan Jingbai nodded.

"Let's not talk about the Persian religion. Let's talk about the battle of Sixiang City. I really want to know how they will react when the news reaches the grasslands, Bozhou and Beilijia."

Luo Xingchen smiled.

"This, I can guess a little bit."

Mo Anbai said.

"Tell me!"

"Gili Khan of the Dameng tribe is a deep man with great ambitions. If he knew this news, he would pretend to be heroic, but in private, he would definitely smash things. I heard that his tables have been replaced with iron ones.

Yes, it was just too much damage, and even he himself felt very distressed afterwards."

Mo Anbai said.
Chapter completed!