As Song Ci said, the news of Xiahou Zhe's death reached some people outside the capital, and they all felt that the dust had settled. They completely buried their past deep, and they should hide what they should hide, and they would change their appearance, no longer mentioning the matter of restoring the country or supporting the new master.

As Chu Ze said, the old subordinates, who have lived and developed for many years since Prince Xia, have each had their own achievements. Who is the same as who is the same? Since that is the case, who can overwhelm who?

With the idea that you can be the boss, why can't I? Everyone has their own plans, so the show can't be done. It's better to bury it in tacit understanding and plot for the family to plan for the future.

The old subordinates were so in their hearts, and there were also many loyal people who truly regarded Prince Xia as the sky, but no matter how sad he sighed, he was helpless.

First, the people who are leading the gathering die and their hearts are disintegrating. Second, many people are taken down and annihilated. Even if they gather together, they do not have enough power to compete with Emperor Chu. Why bother to touch the stone with eggs and deliberately kill them?

It is precisely because of this that I can only follow the trend and sigh at impermanence.

In the era of Xia family, with the death of Xiahou Zhe, it was truly gone and there was no possibility of recovery.

Far above the East China Sea, a sea boat was slowly docking towards the harbor. On the deck, there was a small man standing, looking indifferently at the sky, with a thin little face, a small scar on the right side, without a smile, and a look of a stranger, asking the people on the boat to mutter secretly in their hearts.

The child was as gloomy as the underworld. He was very cold.

"Little master, you're about to get off the boat." A servant came over and said respectfully.

This person was Zhang Zhi, who served the emperor Ning Ge, and the new lord Ning Xiaohong.

Drip.

A sharp scream suddenly came from the sky.

The two looked over, Zhang Zhi pressed his fingers against his lips and blew a sharp whistle. A black dot emerged in the sky, diving towards the two of them, and the speed became faster and faster.

Zhang Zhi stretched out his hand, and the black dot gradually magnified. In an instant, it flew to Zhang Zhi's arm, and his claws grabbed his hand. It was a huge Hai Dongqing, with his eagle eyes fierce and cold.

Ning Xiaohong looked at it, but he was not at all inferior.

Zhang Zhi untied a bamboo tube of Little Finger from its legs, poured out a small note from it, looked at it quickly, his face became cold, and then handed it to the master beside him.

Ning Xiaohong took it, looked ten lines at a glance, and a cold snorted over his lips: "It's really a pity to die."

Zhang Zhi gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "It's such a waste of Master Ge's teaching for many years. He can't help but play a good card. It's a pity that Master Ge and the Ning family."

When it comes to the First Lord, a great man actually makes his eyes turn red.

Ning Xiaohong held the note, a trace of cold hatred burst out in his eyes, and looked towards Daqing: "I, Ning Xiaohong, swore here to give all my life. One day, I will make Chu Gou's blood debt and pay for his sacrifice to the spirit of the Ning clan in heaven."

Zhang Zhi felt agitation, and he knelt at Ning Xiaohong's feet, saying, "I wish to follow you to the death."

Ning Xiaohong didn't speak, but his palm slowly oozed out of blood and dripped on the deck.

...

Daqing Palace.

Emperor Chu woke up from his dream, sweating profusely, and his majestic face was gloomy.

He had a nightmare and dreamed that he was standing in a blood mist. Someone grinned at him, and the man's eyes were bloody, like a demon in hell.

This dream is unknown.

Emperor Chu pressed the heart of his chest and felt a little uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!