4971: C4971 He Lost a Level

C4971 He Lost a Level

The Cosmos Hall is empty.2

The bronze lamp stand was shaped like a crane's cry, and as the door was pushed open, the candle flame began to flicker.

Outside, thunder and rain fell, and Lu Yu closed the door. The sound of the rain was isolated outside the Universal Hall.

In the dim light, a five-clawed golden dragon robe appeared in front of him.

Zhao Yuanyan was wearing a dragon robe and his hair was loose. He sat below the platform of the dragon throne without any grace. The air was filled with the wine of the Green Ant Wine. It was the solemn and solemn palace of the Imperial Court in the past. At this moment, it was like an ordinary teahouse. The smell of alcohol was rather pungent.

Lu Yu frowned. He did not think that Zhao Yuanyan would make such a gesture.

"Sit."

Zhao Yuanyan's voice was hoarse and his eyes were bloodshot.

In front of him was a table. There were a few wine jugs scattered on the table, and a clean bowl was placed there. Obviously, it was prepared for Lu Yu.

"If you are worried about the poison, you don't have to drink it. I can drink it myself." Zhao Yuanyan's face carried a trace of madness as he drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.

Zhao Yuanyan was like a gambler who had lost everything and carried out his final frenzy in this palace that belonged to him.

It had not even been a year since Zhao Yuanyan had ascended the throne, but he had already turned from an orthodox emperor who controlled the heavens and the earth to a loser who had lost everything.

The army no longer listened to him. Even the closest members of the Dragon Guards and the Imperial Army had left him.

The officials no longer obeyed him. They even opened the palace gates to welcome Lu Yu's arrival.

The Supreme One of Nine and Five was just saying empty words. He sat in the Cosmos Palace. His intention was to control the universe, but his orders could not be sent out of the Cosmos Palace.

Lu Yu knew what Zhao Yuanyan was feeling right now.

Everything that he had grasped in the past had been turned into ashes in the blink of an eye. No matter how firm his will was, he would still feel like collapsing at this moment.

Lu Yu sat down and poured himself a cup of wine. He drank it all in one gulp. Suddenly, he felt a warm feeling enter his internal organs. It actually made his magic power improve a little out of thin air. It was obvious that this wine was also refined using many heavenly treasures.

If such a pot of wine were to be spread out, it would be enough to be treated with heavenly materials and earthly treasures. It could be sold together with many precious medicines.

However, Lu Yu had the body of a Martial Immortal. He was immune to all poisons, so he was not worried that Zhao Yuanyan would poison him.

"The wine is not bad." Lu Yu said.

Zhao Yuanyan said, "This is the spirit wine brewed by the Imperial Kitchens. If you like it, Zhen will give you a few more pots."

Looking at Lu Yu, Zhao Yuanyan suddenly let out a long sigh. "Actually, there was originally no enmity between us. I, Zhen, wanted to kill Pei Tianguang in the year. It was because this person's stubbornness violated Zhen's interests. In the end, even if you saved him, Zhen did not have the intention to blame you."

" You are a disciple of Wen Sheng, and you have such high talent. If you are used by Zhen in the future, you will definitely be able to be conferred the title of Marquis and become a minister, achieving extraordinary achievements. Unfortunately... "

Zhao Yuanyan suddenly looked at him, and his eyes revealed a fierce light." Unfortunately, if I had known that such a day would come, I would have eliminated you first, regardless of the consequences. "

"Unfortunately, you did not. Xu Gui Zong also wanted to get rid of me, but it was a pity that he didn't use his full strength. All of this had already become a thing of the past, and it would be useless to talk about it anymore. " Lu Yu said faintly.

"That's right, it's useless now."

A bitter smile appeared on Zhao Yuanyan's face. "I didn't expect that even the Divine Might Marquis would die in your hands. You are indeed worthy of being a disciple of the Literary Saint. Now it seems that I have lost."

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