My past life exposure shocked the entire internet.

Three hundred years later, the passion in Huo Jingyu's heart was not only not extinguished, but it grew stronger.

Even for him, dying on the battlefield was just a matter of time.

"Huo Shuai, please stand up." Ye Wanlan waved her hand and helped Huo Jingyu up. She smiled and said, "It is my great fortune to have Huo Shuai following me."

A wise ruler and good ministers are always inseparable.

A good bird chooses a tree to live in, and a virtuous minister chooses a master to serve.

Then, as a ruler, she must naturally have the ability to make these wise ministers follow her willingly.

He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world. After sitting in a high position for a long time, the most taboo thing is to lose your original intention.

She is not a saint, she has shortcomings, and she cannot guarantee that she can do everything.

But she will constantly remind herself to be consistent.

"Your Highness... No, Your Majesty." Huo Jingyu's eyes were blazing, and he smiled, "My last wish was to be able to follow you into battle."

After all, the Shen Ce Army is not like other sects and belongs completely to the underworld.

At the beginning, it was the secret army of the imperial court.

Ye Wanlan looked at him steadily: "Then, our common wish will finally come true."

This is not just Huo Jingyu's wish.
Her greatest wish is to be able to stand upright on the battlefield with Hejia one day and fight bravely against the enemy.

Even though she had millions of soldiers in her heart and was never afraid, she wanted to turn these millions of soldiers into reality.

At this time, a loud laugh rang out: "Brother Huo is really unkind. He actually came out alone and stole our limelight."

"Qiang!"

It was the sound of a sharp sword.

Sword of the Sword Master!

Above the clouds, a tall and straight man stood facing the wind, carrying a huge sword, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, looking very heroic.

When he doesn't smile, he looks aloof and cold.

When she smiles, it's like the bright moon in her arms, full of affection.

No wonder Xie Linyuan always attracted countless women when he was traveling around the world in the past.

It is like passing through a field of flowers without getting a single leaf on you.

"Brother Xie, you really put a big hat on me with this." Huo Jingyu smiled unchanged, "It's just that I am concerned about His Majesty and the owner of the building, so of course I have to rush here first. Besides, Sect Leader Fanyin and the others were betting on who would come out first."

Hearing this, Xie Linyuan floated down.

He looked at Lin Fanyin first, and his voice was a little cautious and nervous: "Who is Ayin betting on?"

Lin Fanyin said calmly: "Of course I bet on Huo Shuai."

Xie Linyuan suddenly opened his eyes wide, his heart breaking into seven or eight pieces: "Why not me?"

"That's because compared to you, Senior Brother, Huo Shuai is more reliable." Ye Wanlan raised his eyebrows, "Listen, what do you think?"

Yan Tingfeng supported his head with his hands and nodded slowly: "Brother Huo is indeed the most reliable. Sword Saint is often hard to find."

"Crack, click, click..."

Xie Linyuan's heart was completely shattered into powder.

Lin Fanyin then said, "Okay, I lied to you. I bet on you and lost a hundred dollars."

"I'll give it to you! Money is not a problem!" Xie Linyuan suddenly came back to life. He could no longer hold back and hugged Lin Fanyin, his voice choking and trembling, "Ayin, I... miss you so much."

Three hundred years ago, he watched Lin Fanyin die in his arms.

The lyre is broken, the sword is broken and people die.

Lin Fanyin did not push him away. After a few seconds, she raised her hands and slowly hugged Xie Linyuan.

She couldn't remember the last time they got along in such a peaceful way.

Ever since she entered Tianyinfang, he was taken back to Tianshan by Xie Leyou and they became strangers.

Childhood sweethearts, nothing more than that.

Lin Fanyin's response surprised Xie Linyuan: "Ayin, you... have forgiven me?"

After all, he was the one who left her first, so even if she beat him, scolded him, or pierced his heart with a sword, he would bear it.

Lin Fanyin frowned, took a step back, and said calmly, "Dream less."

Xie Linyuan's smile froze on his lips.

"We haven't finished settling the score between you and me." Lin Fanyin showed no mercy, "When we have time, we can settle it properly."

"It seems that Brother Xie doesn't know how to please girls." A frivolous and playful voice fell, "Do you need me to teach you some skills?"

As soon as this sentence fell, someone asked coldly: "What skills do you have? Why don't you teach me first?"

Yan Shunhua smiled and said, "For example, if the King of Qin asked me to go west, I would never go east."

Hua Yingyue sneered: "You are so smooth-talking. I don't know how many people you have told me. Fanyin, don't let these men disturb our practice."

Lin Fanyin nodded and smiled: "Yingyue is absolutely right."

The originally tense atmosphere unexpectedly relaxed a bit, and the children of the five major families also relaxed a lot.

Ye Wanlan suddenly called out, "Teacher."

Shen Mingshu also arrived, accompanied by the master of Penglai Temple and Xingyue.

"Alan." Shen Mingshu nodded at her, "I'm fine. I'm really happy to see you."

Xiang Mingyu took a step forward and held Shen Mingshu's hand: "Mingshu, it's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!"

"But some people..." Shen Mingshu fell silent.

Some people will never come back.

He Jia looked into the distance and said indifferently, "If Uncle Wang had not burned his life to tell me over thousands of miles, perhaps..."

That was a scene he would never forget even after his death.

Xiang Qingtian's face was covered in blood, and he shouted at him: "King Yan, did you hear me? I can die, but you cannot enter Shenzhou. King Yan, swear on your life! Promise me!"

At this moment, he and Xiang Qingtian are not uncle and nephew, but the four kings responsible for the safety of China, namely the King of Yan and the King of Chu.

They all fought to the last moment, until their death.

"Brother Wang..." Xiang Mingyu was silent for a moment, and after a long time, he murmured softly, "He is a great hero of his generation."

Born in troubled times, bid farewell to war.

King Xiang Qingtian of Chu spent his entire life in war, with only a few years of peace in between.

Now the three kings are reunited, but the only one missing is the King of Chu.

"Uncle Wang would be very happy if he could see today." Ye Wanlan smiled lightly, "Uncle Wang wants Shenzhou Wanxing, so we will let Shenzhou Wanxing."

He Jia turned around and said word by word: "Okay, Shenzhou Wanxing."

"There are still several hours until the seventh day, everyone should have a good rest first." Ye Wanlan smiled slightly, "Since the second day has not arrived yet, let's spend today happily."

"Sister YN's words make a lot of sense." Wen Chaosheng had already taken out a handful of melon seeds very swiftly. "As the saying goes, worrying in advance is like taking out a loan to eat shit. It's not only useless but also unpalatable."

Darian: “…”

Darien: "Although it makes sense, your words are too crude." "I am a ghost hunter, not as cultured as you." Wen Chaosheng rolled his eyes, "It doesn't matter if the words are crude, as long as they hit the nail on the head."

Everyone also knows that maybe today is the last day, or maybe there will be tomorrow.

there is always a solution to a problem.

We are all together, so there is nothing that cannot be overcome together.

The others gathered in groups of three or four, and Ye Wanlan was able to catch her breath for a while. She and Yan Tingfeng returned to the Lin family mansion together.

There was a knock on the door and Lin Huaijin went to open it.

"Alan?" When Lin Huaijin saw the person coming, he opened his eyes wide, took two steps forward and held her shoulders, extremely surprised, "Why are you back? Aren't you..."

Even if Bureau 723, the Romanov family, and the paranormal agency teamed up to deal with such a strange celestial phenomenon, they couldn't use excuses to get away with it.

Although the disasters of the previous six days were all kept out, only a few people were injured at the junction of land and sea, and people inland were still living their lives as usual and were not greatly affected.

But Lin Huaijin knew that the end of the world had indeed come.

Ye Wanlan was leading the disciples of the five major families to fight on the front line.

It is precisely because they blocked these dangers that we have been able to enjoy peace these days.

"It's time for dinner. Of course I'm coming back to eat with uncle." Ye Wanlan put down the food bag in his hand. "I just passed by the snack shop on South Street and happened to buy the last basket of lotus cakes. Uncle, would you like to try some?"

Lin Huaijin didn't move.

Now he is the only one left in the Lin family mansion.

Xu Peiqing also joined Atlantis' combat team, and Lin Wenli was urgently summoned to the International Strategic Institute as an outstanding talent to speed up the development of more combat machines.

He always seems to be of little use.

"Uncle, as the strongest support for our family, you are a crucial link." Ye Wanlan could tell what Lin Huaijin was thinking at a glance. She raised her eyebrows and said, "For example, if I can't eat the sweet and sour spare ribs you make, I won't be able to exert any fighting power."

Lin Huaijin was anxious now: "I'll go to the market to buy ribs!"

Ye Wanlan came back this time without saying hello to him, so he was naturally not prepared.

"Uncle, don't worry." Ye Wanlan stopped him, "I will come to see you. As long as you are well, I will be relieved."

Lin Huaijin was silent for a moment before he spoke: "Alan, you are so precocious and intelligent. As your elders, we still feel distressed."

Being precocious and intelligent means that you have experienced far more and more difficult things than your peers.

How could he not feel distressed?

When I found out that Ye Wanlan was Princess Yongning, this heartache reached its peak.

Although Lin Huaijin is not as crazy about Princess Yongning as other history fans, he certainly knows that history.

Tens of thousands of people rushed to the funeral, and the whole country was in mourning.

In her next life, she cannot be an ordinary person and has to shoulder such a heavy responsibility.

Ye Wanlan smiled: "As expected of you, my uncle. After others knew my identity, they didn't know how to get along with me."

"What's wrong with Princess Yongning? She's still my niece." Lin Huaijin was open-minded. "Uncle will make whatever you want to eat."

"I love everything my uncle cooks." Ye Wanlan said, "My aunt has always wanted to meet my uncle."

Before Xiang Mingyu arrived, Xu Peiqing just happened to come back.

"My name is Xiang Mingyu." Xiang Mingyu clasped his fists towards the two of them, "Meet Mr. Lin and Ms. Xu, thank you for raising Alan."

Lin Huaijin widened his eyes: "Xiang, Xiang..."

His head tilted, his eyes closed, and he fainted.

Xiang Mingyu: “…”

Xiang Mingyu was horrified: "Alan, hurry up... hurry up and save him."

Xu Peiqing was very calm: "Huai Jin's true ability to endure is only one or two points of what he shows on his face."

Ye Wanlan seemed to have already mastered this. While she stuffed a pill into Lin Huaijin's mouth, she comforted Xiang Mingyu and said, "It's okay, aunt. I've taken care of uncle's body. He'll be fine after taking a pill."

Xu Peiqing still counted down calmly: "Three, two..."

Before the number "one" came out, Lin Huaijin had already opened his eyes again.

The person is awake, but the soul has not returned yet.

Lin Huaijin stared at the ceiling and found that his heart was indeed not in good condition.

Although he really didn't care whether Ye Wanlan was Princess Yongning, he was still shocked beyond words when the dead historical figure really appeared before him.

Who is Xiang Mingyu?

Ning Zhaozong's younger sister, whose title was "Jing'an", was also the regent.

"Mr. Lin, we are all Alan's relatives and elders because we are all able to sit here today." Xiang Mingyu smiled, "Let's not talk about our identities, there's no need to be so formal."

Lin Huaijin exhaled lightly, and after a long while, his violent heartbeat calmed down: "Your Highness Jing'an is right."

"Mr. Lin is still being polite." Xiang Mingyu shook his head, "There is no Princess Jing'an anymore."

Historical records say that Princess Jing'an was torn apart by five horses, and she indeed died that year.

Lin Huaijin thought about it and called out hesitantly, "Ms. Xiang."

"If it weren't for Mr. Lin and Ms. Xu, Ah Lan would have suffered even more during those four years when her body was occupied." Xiang Mingyu continued to thank them, "Thank you both for sticking with her."

Lin Huaijin said solemnly: "This is what we as elders should do."

"I also heard from A-Lan that Mr. Lin is an excellent cook." Xiang Mingyu asked with a smile, "Then we elders should show our cooking skills to the younger ones and let them have a good meal."

After a while, Hejia, Hua Yingyue and others also arrived.

Lin Huaijin and Xiang Mingyu went into the kitchen and worked hard.

After the meal, a new day soon arrived.

The originally peaceful atmosphere suddenly became tense again.

"Report!" Binghe came running again, "Miss Ye, Young Master, the vortex in the sky has begun to disappear, and the sun has reappeared!"

Everyone also noticed the changes in the sky.

[Wow, everything is back to normal. Has the end of the world passed? ]

[No, I haven't finished my homework yet! ]

[Something is not right. Is the sun this color? I always feel like my heart is beating fast. Something bad is going to happen.]

People who didn’t know about the Seven Days of Destruction thought that the world had regained light.

But Ye Wanlan knew that this was just the last glimmer of light.

Each of the six days before the seven days of world destruction is enough to destroy a world.

But these six days are nothing but child's play compared to the seventh day.

So, what will happen on the seventh day?
Ye Wanlan stood at the front and looked up.

The sun did reappear, but it was too bright to be normal.

The previously black sky suddenly turned into daytime, and the sky was shockingly white, like a huge incandescent bulb.

On the seventh day, chaos returns to its origin! (End of this chapter)