The old emperor's eyes lit up, "In the end, I still have to rely on Duer. My salvation, God has mercy on me."

Emperor Zi'an snorted coldly, "The old emperor is so lucky! How can such a tyrant live a long life?"

"There is a way, but the old emperor may not be able to do it."

Emperor Zian:?

"God has shown me that my father has committed too many evil deeds. If we can light a long-lasting lamp with the help of thousands of lamps, we can survive this disaster."

"Lights in thousands of homes? Great, great." The old emperor cried bitterly. He was the high and mighty emperor, the king of the people.

If he asked them for a light, they would give it.

The old emperor didn't take Yuan Qingdu's words of "being too evil" to heart at all. What evil had he done? He was just doing what was part of an emperor's duty.

The old emperor sent for his chief minister to go outside the palace and ask all the families to light lanterns.

Less than an hour later, the Prime Minister came trembling with fear, "The lights of all houses have been invited..."

The old emperor waited for recovery with great joy.

What?

“Woof woof woof!”

The old emperor shuddered with fear, and if he had been unable to move, he would have almost fallen off the stretcher.

"Dogs... where do all these dogs come from?"

When he tilted his head, he saw a group of dogs standing in a row at the entrance of the hall.

In the night, the dogs' eyes were like those of wolves, emitting a faint cold light and sparkling like lanterns.

The Prime Minister said: "The people said that the emperor regards dogs as his life and is willing to sacrifice the blood of his relatives and children. They are your left and right arms and your loyal servants. Now that your life is in danger, your majesty can let them help you light the eternal lamp."

Just order the shit!

The gods have said, it’s the lights of thousands of homes, not the lights of dogs!

Besides, although these dogs have developed intelligence, they can be considered evil spirits. All they care about is killing and drinking blood. How could they know how to light a lamp?

Isn't this a sincere wish to kill him?

"All the people deserve to die, deserve to die! They disobeyed the imperial edict, kill them, kill them!" The old emperor's eyes flashed red, and he was almost going crazy.

Civil and military officials sighed, thinking that the old emperor was truly a tyrant.

They would start a massacre if they disagreed with someone.

Those were all his people, loyal souls who risked their lives for him and for the Fire Nation.

"I am their God, I am their king, and they actually disobeyed my orders. Go, kill them for me. Whoever lights the lamp, let him go. Go!"

No one moved because the old emperor was furious.

"Why, you all deserve to die!"

A Bao snorted coldly, "As a ruler, you should give back to the people what you take from them. This world is not yours alone, but the world of millions of people. You have lost the emperor's heart and are an unkind ruler. The people can either worship you on a high platform or pull you down into the abyss."

Emperor Zian clapped his hands, "Sister, you are right! The old emperor has come to this point today, he is really courting death."

He, after all, lost the support of the people.

The old emperor pointed at Po tremblingly, "It's you. It's all your fault...!!!"

She is the biggest disaster of the Fire Nation.

The old emperor now is filled with devastation and hatred. How could he have caught Di Jiaoyang and brought him to the Fire Nation in a moment of thought?

He was too conceited and thought he could use Emperor Jiaoyang to control Emperor Tiansheng, but he didn't know that he was digging a fire pit for himself.

The old emperor died with his eyes open.

The throne was passed to Yuan Qingdu. The queen was confused. Her son became the emperor?

Whoever sits on this throne will have a short life.

In the temple, Abao looked at Yuan Qingyan and Yuan Qingdu, brother and sister.

[Only if they are doing well, Chun Mang and Sheng He can be well, like brother and sister who are enemies]

The two of them personally worshipped the god of medicine and the god of judgment.

Coincidentally, the Turkish envoy came again, saying that he wanted to retrieve the black sword.

This made all the ministers very anxious.

They knelt outside the temple, anxious and worried.

I didn't know that I was worshipping the wrong god before, but now that I know, I want to correct my mistake, but - I can't.

No one can move the black sword of the God of Judgment.

"I heard that a hundred years ago, a former emperor wanted to use the black sword, but was injured by the black sword's aura. This black sword is a sword worn by gods, so it is impossible for mortals like us to touch it."

"Do you want to ask the God of Judgment to take away my black sword?"

"What do you think we should do?"

It is easy to invite gods but difficult to send them away.

It was so easy to get the Black Sword back.

Now, there is no way to send the Black Sword away and welcome the God of Medicine into the temple.

You know, although both of them are gods, it seems that these two gods do not get along with each other.

“Crack!”

"Would you like to eat watermelon, everyone?" A soft voice sounded in front of me.

All the civil and military officials shook their heads and didn't even look at him, saying, "It's not worth it, it's not worth it."

Grunt.

If she doesn't eat it, she can eat it by herself. It's so sweet.

"Wait, little princess, what's that sitting under your butt?" An sharp-eyed official noticed that there was something similar to a black stick sitting under Po's butt.

"Oh, that black sword." Po pointed inside the temple.

There was no trace of the black sword on the altar.

"Oh my God, you, you, no, when did the little princess take down the black sword?"

How come they didn't see it?

"Just now."

Everyone saw several pieces of watermelon cut into pieces...

"Could these watermelons have been chopped with a black sword?"

A-Bao took a bite of watermelon, and pink watermelon juice flowed from the corners of his mouth. "Yes."

All the civil and military officials were dumbfounded.

That is the sword of the God of Justice! Sword!

How can it be used as a kitchen knife?

"It's nothing, actually. I used it to chop firewood back then, but later I felt it wasn't sharp enough, so I gave it to Sheng He." A-Bao muttered softly.

The civil and military officials did not hear clearly.

But Di Zi'an, who was closest to Abao, heard it clearly.

By eavesdropping on Po's thoughts these days, he roughly guessed that there seemed to be an unusual relationship between his sister and the gods and beasts of the country.

Now that I hear this, I guess they were my sister’s good friends from her previous life?

The Turkish envoy quickly took the black sword back and borrowed Po's hand to put it in an ice crystal box, sealing it intact before taking it away.

"Little princess." The queen stood in front of the little princess a little embarrassedly, "Well, can you please help Duer to check his illness? Duer...he often has headaches."

Over the years, headaches have been a chronic illness for Yuan Qingdu.

The fortune teller had predicted that the child would have a short life.

She thought she was crazy to seek medical treatment from a one and a half year old child.

But as a mother, what does it matter if she goes crazy for her child?

A-Bao looked at Yuan Qingdu and pointed at the starry sky, "Little brother, which star do you like?"

Yuan Qingdu was a little dumbfounded, "Just... that one."

A-Bao chuckled and said, "Little brother, close your eyes. I will give you a gift."

Yuan Qingdu opened his eyes again and saw a few sparkling star stones in Abao's hands.

"This is..." Yuan Qingdu was stunned. He felt that this stone was brighter than the stars.

"Now that the destiny star has entered your body, all your illnesses will be cured. You will surely live a long life." A Bao placed the star stone in Yuan Qingdu's palm. He felt a stream of light coming out from the star stone and flowing into his body.