A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

You failed again.

It was as quiet as a place where time stopped, and a voice suddenly sounded. The tone was extremely indifferent, without any ups and downs, and no emotion could be heard.

The voice didn't come from a place, but from all sides of the place, from the air, from the ground, everywhere together, making people unclear.

Sitting on the broken stone steps with his legs crossed, Gallan raised his head with his hands holding his head, and his soft, light blonde short hair had been messed up by his ten fingers inserted in his hair, and scattered scattered on his forehead.

Hearing this sound, he sighed for a long time, his face was helpless.

Yes, he failed again.

Just this sentence, plus this time, he has listened to it four times. Thinking of the first time he confidently patted himself with his chest and promised to get it done, he wished to wear it back to give him a slap at the time-who gave you the confidence in the end-he wanted to point at himself at that time and scolded himself.

Garlan stood up, and he turned around, glancing across the gray altar behind him, his heart suddenly jumping. It was still the familiar altar, but it was already quite different from what he saw for the first time. Although there were many small cracks on the altar at the beginning, it was not serious. Instead, it made the altar look more ancient and vicissitudes.

But at this moment, four deep cracks were chopped on it, especially the one that just appeared that almost split it into two halves, making it look like it would be torn apart in the next second, and it became a useless gravel.

——You have five chances to come back——

What the voice once said sounded in the ear of the teenager again, and he subconsciously clenched his fist.

Five times.

Only five times.

Now, there is only one last time.

If it fails again this time, then

Garland took a deep breath, dispelling the terrible consequences from his mind and calming himself down. At first, he just regarded the so-called mission of fulfilling destiny as a game that can be repeated repeatedly. After two deaths, he began to get nervous. However, the third time and the fourth time, he had worked very hard, even said he was desperately doing it, and he was still defeated by that man.

That man was too scary, almost flawless.

In any way, that person is absolutely crushing him.

Even now, Gallan couldn't figure out what he had to do to win the terrible guy.

The guy started with no mercy.

But Garland had no complaints.

After all, even if the brothers are fighting for the throne, they will turn their faces, not to mention that he has nothing to do with turning over the eight generations of his ancestors.

He was established as a younger brother, and although he had no direct royal blood, he had the right to inherit the throne in name.

Although Huimos was not established as a younger brother, his maternal grandmother had the direct blood of the royal family, so he also had the right to inherit the throne.

It's just that the succession rights of Heimus are lower than that of himself in the name of Wang Di.

Therefore, only by killing himself can Huimos sit on the throne.

"Is your so-called gods really wrong?"

He couldn't help asking.

"The Son of Destiny is really me, isn't that the guy from Huimos?"

God cannot go wrong.

The emotionless voice answered.

Why would the Son of Destiny be killed?

Garlan subconsciously said in his heart.

However, in this place, even if he didn't say it, the other party seemed to be able to hear what was in his heart, and the voice immediately froze him.

Even if you are in destiny, you cannot change your dullness and hopelessness.

Garland: ""

You, as the messenger of God, should be relentless and unappealing, and all four are as idly as a mountain. What is this mocking tone?

The crushed teenager couldn't help but complain.

"That can't blame me all, I only have more than a year each time, what can I do?"

He felt that the time when he went back was very bad. At that time, he was fifteen or six years old, and the other party was a few years older than him. The forces on both sides were almost formed. I don’t know how he did it anyway. Anyway, his power is much weaker than Huimus. Only one year is not enough for him to change the power comparison between the two parties-especially when the other party does not make any mistakes at all. Under the premise, he has no way to start.

He was killed every time he didn't live long. This time, he persisted for a year and a half, and he couldn't persevere more than the first year. Isn't it?

He comforted himself so deeply in his heart.

Obviously that voice heard his self-consolation, and then responded again.

Ah.

Garland: ""

I was wrong, please don't ridicule.

Think about it in your head, the youngster groaned in his heart, bad, this sentence is probably heard by the other party again, I am afraid it will be ridiculed.

However, this time the other party seemed not to hear his voice, and that voice did not appear for a while.

Gallan was a little upset. He didn't know what the other person was thinking. He didn't speak for a long time. Did he think that he was too wasteful and didn't want to waste time on him anymore, so he didn't even plan to give him the last chance.

The voice didn’t speak, and he didn’t know what to say. He could only stand blankly, staring at the pale gray altar, which was torn apart. The breeze swept over the green crown of the tall trees, shaking the branches and leaves, making a slight rustling sound. He was surrounded by broken obelisks, and numerous huge shadows fell on him. Although there were traces of weathering, there was no small gravel rolling down.

After a long time, the voice finally sounded again.

Ready to start again.

As soon as the words fell, Gallan felt a buzz in his head, as if he was hit hard by a heavy object, and his eyes were instantly black.

auzw.com On the broken altar, the figure of the teenager suddenly disappeared.

With a loud bang, the off-white altar burst suddenly. The next second, the whole exploded and the gravel splashed all over the place. And the countless magnificent tall obelisks surrounding it also collapsed and shattered, and the blocks collapsed, hitting the ground and shaking the ground violently.

With the sound of rumbling rumbling, soon, the magnificent giant altar was completely ruined, leaving only a fragmented boulder.

the last time.

That voice also annihilated along with the collapsed altar.

Hello for yourself.

When conscious, Garran pressed his head with one hand and slowly opened his eyes. According to his memory, he should see his gorgeous bedroom, snowy white velvet bed gauze, and the green peacock feather fan kneeling next to him holding the golden silk embroidered on the side, gently helping him to enchant the wind. Beauty maid.

The wind swept over his cheeks, tilting his forehead. Not the gentle wind that came out of the fan, but the wind that only roared outside with a breath of water. I could hear the rustling of the palm leaves shaking, and the fragrance of the lotus flower.

Garlan, who felt something was wrong, looked up and froze.

What appeared in front of him was a very familiar place. The towering ancient and huge white city walls, rows of green palm trees standing on the ground, and the cobbles of different colors paved with beautiful patterns of stone roads. Serpentinely, he stood beside the strange stone carvings by the white stone pool, and looked straight at the light blue lotus erected in the green lotus leaf, shaking slightly.

Isn't he going back to the moment before he died?

Die at the start, how to play this? !

Galan, whose terrified hairs were all raised, looked again and felt wrong. The fiery sun in the sky shone on the ground, making the back garden extremely bright.

Before he died, it was obviously a rainstorm. The big raindrops hit the body and hurt, and he almost fell down.

There was another gust of wind, and the legs were chilling, and Gallan felt something was wrong. But for a moment he couldn't understand what was wrong, and he could only help one hand on the strange stone carving that was taller than him and walked forward a few steps in confusion.

and many more.

Taller than him?

He remembered that this stone sculpture had only reached his waist before, how could it be higher than him?

When Garran turned his head subconsciously, he naturally saw his hand on the stone carving. The hand was small, white and tender, and the skin on the back of the hand was almost white as if it were shining in the bright sunlight.

No, no, his hands are not like this, he remembers not like this, his skin color should be black, and his hands can not be so small.

To such a degree, it is like a little kid—

Garland stepped forward abruptly and stepped into the pool.

Looking down, he looked at the reflection on the slightly swaying clear water and suddenly opened his eyes.

Reflected on the water is a child who looks only seven or eight years old.

A pale blond hair, soft and fluffy, wrapped around the big, slapless face. The little arms and legs, like lotus roots, are round and tender.

No, wait, what's going on?

Is it wrong? Has he accidentally been reborn on someone else?

The child stared at the water for a moment, dumbfounded.

But, although the age is very wrong, this face, this look, grows a little bit, it seems that, indeed, really is the trumpet himself.

Gallan suddenly remembered that he had complained about the voice, and it was not enough for what he did for more than a year at a time.

Is it because of this, so that the angel of the **** deliberately gave him more time to regenerate him to a young age?

Another gust of wind blew across the surface of the water, causing ripples, and the little child shook, only to feel that his lower body was blowing cold.

Gallan finally understood why he felt wrong all over his body!

He quickly brought his knees together and almost clamped his thighs in an awkward motion.

The thigh was chilling by the wind.

Every time before, he was reborn to the age of fifteen or sixteen, so he didn't remember this at all. Now, the thighs that had been chilled by the wind and the indescribable parts that were also chilled reminded him.

it's here

In this dynasty

Follow the custom here

Children are, no, wear, underwear, pants! ! !

Gallan clamped his thighs in an awkward posture, and covered the hem of his clothes that could only cover half of his thighs with his small hands. What kind of grievances, hatreds, ages, and ages left all his life. How to find a thing to put on underwear first.

Just as he turned his head and thought hard about where to get his underwear, he suddenly stretched out a hand and patted his shoulder.

He turned his head subconsciously, and at a glance he met a pair of golden eyes that were so familiar.

An instant, not long ago, was in this place, and what had just happened suddenly flashed in his mind.

He seemed to return to the moment when the master of these eyes pierced his heart with a sharp sword not long ago, and nailed his whole person to the wall.

His heart shook violently, his brain buzzed, and the shadows and memories of death instantly enveloped all his consciousness.

His body instinctively wanted to avoid the person around him, almost staggering back. But he forgot the uneven stones next to the pool, panicked and stepped back, letting him step on a big stone.

A trip.

Gallan suddenly lost his balance, and the whole person fell backwards, and fell to the ground with four feet. But when he fell backwards, a gust of wind blew, blowing up the hem of his clothes that could only cover half of his thighs, and lifted up.

So, when he fell to the ground with his four feet, he almost instinctively stretched out his hand at the fastest speed in his life and pushed down the clothes lifted by the wind.

So, when he fell to the ground, he put on a bizarre and ridiculous gesture with his hands pressed against the hem of his clothes to block key parts.

Garland in a weird prostrate pose: ""

The boy with golden eyes: ""

The scene was very embarrassing.