Lanhuadis 50

"You can calculate anything, right? Take a guess."

After Ning Ren asked the question, Bai Ya was silent for a moment, his brows slightly furrowed, and a few petals flying from somewhere fell on his shoulders.

Ning Ren went to look for the source of the petals. There was a clear stream outside the temple. It was still dark at this time, and the sound of the rushing water made the surroundings quiet.

The boy's toes were dangling in the air, his mind wandering aimlessly.

He couldn't answer Bai Ya's question just now.

But he guessed that Bai Ya was not the great wizard he would be decades later, and probably couldn't calculate too many things, so he asked back, just to fool people.

As expected, Bai Ya sighed and shook his head: "My strength is limited, I can't calculate it. If you don't want to tell me, then forget it."

But he already had the answer in his heart.

Sometimes answering a question irrelevant to the question is the answer.

In this way, there is a reasonable reason why Errigalan tried his best to spread his wings some time ago.

Bai Ya said bluntly: "Do you know what you missed if you didn't go to the East Region with me?"

Ning Ren said: "What?"

Bai Ya was heartbroken: "This is your chance to live! If you stay, you will die!"

Ning Ren: "Is this true or false?"

Bai Ya rolled his eyes: "It's fake."

He's only thirteen years old, so let's not talk about it.

He jumped onto the holy vine and sat next to Ning Ren.

Ning Ren smiled: "I knew it was fake, otherwise, wouldn't you be punished by heaven for revealing the secret so easily?" He put his hands on the back of his head, leaned back, closed his eyes leisurely, and felt particularly comfortable.

Bai Ya raised his eyebrows: "I have a special fate, the most I will lose is a little more hair."

Ning Ren thought about what he would look like decades later: "Wouldn't that mean he'd be bald at a young age?"

Bai Ya: "It's just three thousand strands of worry, it would be better if they were all shed."

After a while, he sighed: "Becoming bald is okay, after all, it's not good to have too many romantic debts. Thinking back to the past..."

Ning Ren: "Want to tell a story?"

Bai Ya choked, "You know the tricks too well."

Ning Renxin said that of course he knew. When he was a child, the elders of the clan told their life stories, and they all started with these three words.

Bai Ya glanced at the young boy beside him and said, "Don't laugh either. You might have more romantic debts than me in the future. It's best not to take off your eye mask."

This kid has very beautiful facial features. I haven't seen him for a few days and he seems to have grown up a little. He looks like a monster who doesn't care about other people's lives. How disgraceful.

Ning Ren felt that this made sense and nodded repeatedly: "That's right!"

Bai Ya laughed heartily: "How shameless!"

No wonder he likes Errigalan so much, this guy’s personality is exactly what he likes.

Ning Ren has two different faces in front of his family and in front of Bai Ya.

He placed his family in the softest place in his heart, and Bai Ya was... barely a friend. In front of him, Ning Ren felt particularly relaxed.

After they finished laughing, Ning Ren said, "I thought you were gone."

Bai Ya glanced at the blood mole at the corner of Ning Ren's eye and said, "I don't know what our fate is. I won't leave. Now that you become king, you won't welcome me anymore?"

Ning Ren: "I am a king after all, please respect me."

The white crow was frightened and bowed quickly: "Ah, I am here to meet my king."

Ning Ren grabbed a handful of holy vine leaves and threw them at him.

Bai Ya laughed so hard that he fell over. After talking enough, he nudged the sleepy and dazed boy with his elbow and said, "Hey, if you say a few nice words to me, I'll help you escape death."

Ning Ren: "The death calamity can still be broken."

Bai Ya: "Of course. Hey, do you know why I like the little witch in Werewolf the most?"

Ning Ren: "Why?"

White Crow crossed his legs and said, "Because the wizard has the antidote, he can save whoever he wants."

Ning Ren's thoughts were suddenly pulled back to his childhood: "...Who taught you how to kill werewolves?"

When did Bai Ya learn to kill werewolves? It seems that he had just joined Lanhuadis not long ago.

The great wizard said that it was his best friend who taught him how to kill werewolves. Has this friend appeared?

Bai Ya: "Your second brother."

The origin of the game was Errigalan, but he learned the process secretly from Carlos. Of course, it was also Errigalan who taught him, so there is no need to explain that.

Ning Ren seemed to be thinking about something.

It turns out that the best friend the great wizard mentioned was his second brother.

One would never have thought that Bai Ya and his second brother had such a connection after that time when they slid and knelt in the air, that Bai Ya still remembered it decades later.

Good kneeling.

White Crow: "Why are you talking so much?"

"Ah," Ning Ren said, "Of course I don't want to die if I can live. But aren't you fortune tellers the easiest to see through life and death? Are you obsessed with living?"

Bai Ya: "Just treat me as an ordinary person."

Ning Ren smiled and said, "Yes, you are a common man. Whether you are joking or serious, it is a death calamity. Don't let my brothers and sisters hear about it... Now the other members of the tribe can't do it either. Otherwise, Lan Huadis will probably kick you out."

He acted like he wasn't taking the joke seriously.

The white crow jumped down from the branch and snorted, "It's so boring to talk to you. I'm leaving now."

He walked two steps and turned back, "You should leave your teacher's position for me, I'll just make a living."

The boy waved casually at him.

Agreed.

The white crow stretched and walked back slowly.

If he practices his skills again and figures out the cause and effect of the fatal disaster, everything will be solved. Tsk, sooner or later he will have to take this kid to the Northern Territory to see the ice and snow of the Northern Territory.

The snow in the Eastern Region is neither hot nor cold, and it’s not very interesting.

The guards outside did not dare to stop him, nor did they dare to disturb the king who was still lying on the wisteria. Even the patrol changes were done quietly.

Silence returned outside the temple.

Ning Ren's leisurely swaying legs slowly stopped, he raised his hands to cover his eyes, sighed, and said to Bai Ya's departing back in his heart:

You foresaw my death, but I also witnessed your death.

Unknown dark blue petals fell into the stream and floated along the stream to an unknown place.

The morning light was getting darker, and a thin layer of mist was spreading.

The boy was sleeping soundly in drowsiness, not like a king, but like an elf sleeping in the forest.

The purple holy vine extended a vine and gently touched the boy. Seeing that he was really asleep, it gently rolled him up, carried him into the bedroom, pulled the quilt over him, and patted the corners of the quilt.

Then the tip of the vine tried hard and a beautiful white flower bloomed. It usually blooms in winter, and it is only May now.

The small white flower was placed next to the boy's pillow, and the holy vine retreated silently.

The guards here are not surprised.

The holy vine is spiritual and protects the temple and the kings of all generations.

This is also the reason why they felt relieved to let the king sleep peacefully on the holy vine.

-

A month later.

Ning Ren learns things quickly, and Wang Wei is completely able to control them. If it weren't for his physical condition, he could have mastered it even faster.

A small audience is held every three days. Those who come to the temple for an audience are the royal family members responsible for the governance of Lanhuadis, and they are all Ning Ren's subjects.

They have different personalities and dare not cheat under Wang's power. With the help of his eldest sister, second brother and fourth brother, Ning Ren slowly understood the current situation of Lanhuadis.

——There is no situation.

He does not need to fight for power and consolidate his rule. The ruling form of Lanhuadis determines that as soon as the king appears, he will be the supreme ruler.

Ning Ren can decide their life or death with just a thought.

Everything here is subject to the king's will.

Even if it is something unreasonable, at most they will try to persuade them and try to list one, two, three, and four reasons. They will all follow their hearts and will not joke with their own lives.

There was no intrigue among the emperor's heirs, and no attempt to seize the throne.

It doesn't exist at all.

This is a headache because there are too many things to adjust.

However, it cannot be adjusted casually. The kings of all dynasties have records of governance. Ning Ren has to look through them one by one to see what they did, and combine the governance model of the City of Chaos, taking the essence and removing the dross.

This has to be said, the recording function of the live broadcast room is really useful.

He was confused by what Asulin said about ethnic group governance in the past, but now when he read it again, he felt completely different.

There's no need to rush into governing the clan. First, think through the records of past kings and what my stinky dad said. Otherwise, chaos is going to break out.

You also need to understand the deployment of the tribe’s troops, etc.

Since he was planning to fight against the Sky Crack, as the king in charge of the overall situation, he had to figure out everything as much as possible.

As long as he always relies on the live broadcast room, he will always be that kid who knows nothing.

A month was too short, so he could only sort out part of it and mark out everything he needed to read.

besides.

His control over the three systems of mental power had also improved greatly, but the fact that he had three systems of mental power was only known to his brothers and sisters, and a few tight-lipped old princes and dukes.

The explanation given to them is that it was a mutation caused by the pollution from the sky crack.

In short, Tianfeng is the scapegoat for all unreasonable factors!

This made the old men and women feel very distressed.

But they keep their mouths shut about important matters, but it’s different about other things.

When the king sleeps, he will become a small ball. You can find him when he is sleeping in the cradle, but you can’t even see him when he sleeps in the big bed. He is so cute!

——They were the ones who spread this news.

The king is different from other kings. They haven't witnessed the king's cub period. It would be good if he can transform into a cub to let them feast their eyes!

The old prince tentatively asked Ning Ren to ask the painter to draw a portrait of him as a cub for the tribe members to admire.

Ning Ren refused seriously.

He knows exactly what the bad old man is after! If you want to admire him, wouldn't it be better to draw him in his handsome youth form?

hateful.

It’s ok that his life-size doll roams around the universe and is kissed by weird uncles, aunts and sisters in the live broadcast room, after all, it’s not his real body, but how come there are people in real life who covet his little body!

He is the king!

What’s the point of being cute? You can’t eat it!

After having a nightmare all night that his real body was also turned into a doll, Ning Ren climbed out of the bed, grew bigger, put on his clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

There is a pot of beautiful psychedelic flowers stretching on the windowsill.

Seeing Ning Ren coming out, the psychedelic flower stiffened, its petals slowly shrank, and silently curled up into a ball.

Ning Ren comforted her: "Don't worry, I'm grown up now and I won't pull your petals or... your hair."

The psychedelic flower shook, tentatively opening its buds. Its petals formed two circles, which was its psychedelic language: Oo

Is this true or false?

It's a little love.

Ning Ren said happily: "Of course, if you have hair loss, I would be happy to keep the fallen hair."

After saying this, regardless of how much harm this sentence caused to the psychedelic flower, he walked out.

We are going to the Third Army today.

His second brother told him yesterday that Guhuo Bird wanted to leave and wanted to see him.