How he's not just swearing, he wishes he could just cry out loud, no, he's already crying...
In this endless solitude and chill, a gentle breeze drifted by, the Red Lantern Lady watching the Right Protector crying like this, felt almost unwilling to disturb him, quietly draped a shawl slowly onto Er Guotou's shoulders...
"Don't catch a cold..."
"..."
Er Guotou, struck by the sudden warmth, felt strangely affected, took a while to pull himself together.
Gently grasped the Red Lantern Lady's hand, nodded firmly, then wiped the tears from his face and slowly stood up.
His gaze turned towards the world, fiercely saying: "Since it has been entrusted to me, I will handle it!"
"The great trend of the world is set, it is time to get down to business!"
"..."
"..."
At this moment in the world, a mortal calamity was nearing its end, the struggle of the grasshead kings had come to the last phase.
The Mingzhou King Yang Gong swept through the Southwest, then returned to Mingzhou, leading the beggar general with eight hundred soldiers, sweeping through the Southern Border's vast mountains alone, eradicating the local tyrant Bald Zhang Zhang Yanbei, and reunited with surplus armies coming from various places in the world.
The momentum was so great, it could swallow the lands.
While on the north, opposing them was Iron Threshold King Zhou Datong who swept through the Northern Land.
Both now have tens of thousands of soldiers, guarding several states, with countless people supporting them.
In terms of reputation, Iron Threshold King Zhou Datong is even greater, since Mingzhou King Yang Gong was the first to begin attacking those noble families, inciting boundless carnage.
Up till now, the world viewed him as a thief, those who despised and cursed him were countless.
The true Emperor could only emerge between the two of them.
As they confront each other, each sweeping through their territory, they have slain countless grasshead kings, soldiers and horses included under their banners.
So, should they vie for the world?
...
...
On both sides of Cang River, tens of thousands of soldiers were stationed, vying for the world, ready to ignite at any moment.
People say Iron Threshold King and Mingzhou King were once allies, but when it comes to vying for the world, who cares about alliances, tearing off the mask, vying for the world, is naturally the rightful thing to do.
Unexpectedly, in a small tavern with straw sheds south of Cang River, Iron Threshold King Zhou Datong wrapped in a black cloak, accompanied by two trusted aides, rowed his boat over, striding to the small tavern entrance.
"Hu..."
Inside the tavern, a limping little ghost sensed a familiar aura, ran out with joy.
Upon seeing Zhou Datong, the small face sagged again, listlessly gave a salute, then went back gloomily.
Not even taking the Blood Food handed by Iron Threshold King Zhou Datong.
Yang Gong inside the tavern, seeing Zhou Datong come over, said: "I am unfit to sit in the Emperor's seat, it should be you who takes it."
"At Menghu Pass, we agreed on this."
"..."
"Hehe..."
Iron Threshold King Zhou Datong, now a different man, wearing a brocade robe, golden boots on his feet, sat grandly, sneered, said: "You only think yourself sinful, would be hated by the world, hence feel destined not to be Emperor?"
"I don't believe that."
He looked coldly at Yang Gong, said: "In the past, those nobles sat high above, they indeed would hate you, you indeed would not become Emperors, but now it is a new scene."
"They are already beaten into submission, those unwilling were killed clean, even those unyielding in heart dare only keep it trapped inside, and you dared shout that slogan then, I also admire you."
"Therefore, this Emperor's seat, I want to let you sit."
"..."
Yang Gong upon hearing, only smiled, said: "Even if you agree, your men would not."
"They convince you to ascend as the new Emperor, afraid they've worn out their lips, right?"
"..."
"More than that?"
Zhou Datong laughed, said: "They even selected an Empress for me, just too young, not even thirty, I don't like her..."
"Besides..."
He laughed proudly: "I'm the one who dared kneel before enemy general at the front, still fear they would not agree?"
Yang Gong hesitated: "Are you serious?"
"I am serious!"
Zhou Datong with a hearty laugh, winked, said: "You don't know, ever since I came out of Old Yin Mountain, I learned a principle, rushing for the meat gets a beating, following for the soup is most comfortable."
"We brothers, the skills were taught by Brother Ma Zi, the way of life by Second Master, I know how much credit I've earned in this grandeur, therefore, I won't sit on that scalding hot seat."
"This world owes you, you should be the Emperor!"
"There should be an Emperor, crawling out from the mud, and for me..."
He paused, suddenly stood up, respectfully said: "I wish to become your brother of different surname, then, after you ascended as Emperor, I would be the Different Surname King, having what to eat, what to drink, my village and clan sharing in wealth, that would suffice."
The Mingzhou King Yang Gong obviously did not expect his attitude to be so upright, fell into slight silence.
"Besides..."
Zhou Datong paused for a moment, then patted his shoulder, said: "Not just you learned Heavenly Book from Brother Ma Zi."
"I listened by the side, also learned quite a bit."
"This human world, is soon to have no Emperor, I'd prefer you take up this job..."
"..."
Upon hearing these words, Yang Gong suddenly laughed, not only him, outside the tavern, other voices laughed too, Zhou Liang, Zhao Zhu appeared at the door.
