After all, the savior chosen by Deng Ru is in Daxia.

He was waiting for Deng Er to deploy his troops and fight a decisive battle with Deng Er.

Even Zhu Dao Ren gave him so much face.

Deng Ru can't punish him again, right?

"Your Majesty, we are no match for those ancient beings. Their number of beings who have reached the stage of spiritual cultivation and return to the void is thousands of times greater than ours."

Another minister said to Zhao Qingshuang.

Thousands of times.

That's not morale at all, and no military formation can resist it.

What's more, as the old rulers, they are probably far superior to Daxia in these aspects.

What to fight with?

It’s not that they are spineless, but that they simply cannot see any hope.

King of Zhenbei?

The King of Zhenbei has only reached the realm of refining the spirit and returning to emptiness.

Zhao Qingshuang sat on the dragon throne and looked at the ministers who asked for surrender.

I closed my eyes weakly.

She knew that these ministers were right.

Can't beat him.

At the same time, she had completely understood it.

That man, why has he been so hurried in these fifty years?

Why do you want to sideline her? Why do you want to stay away from her?

He walked hurriedly along the way.

Just to give Daha the ability to fight against the old rulers.

Standing in front of all living beings.

No one could understand him. People called him a tyrant, a treacherous minister, and a person who was ambitious and ambitious.

He is a bastard who lives off his wife and tries to take over her.

Even she, his former lover, didn't understand him.

But he still came all the way.

If possible.

Zhao Qingshuang didn't want to surrender.

She didn't want Deng's efforts over the past fifty years to be wasted by just one empty word from her.

At this moment, Zhao Qingshuang overlapped with Zhao Gou on Earth in endless time and space.

The same sentence can also determine the efforts of a military commander who is dedicated to serving the people for decades.

But Zhao Qingshuang is not Zhao Gou.

This time, she didn't want to stand against her lover.

Zhao Qingshuang opened her eyes and was about to say that sentence.

Daxia, fight to the death and never surrender.

A domineering voice sounded, interrupting her.

"You cowardly, pedantic intellectuals, are you worthy enough to discuss the world's affairs and decide its direction?"

Deng Er slowly came from outside the Golden Palace on a tall horse.

The sound of horse hooves echoed in the Golden Palace.

Silence.