Chapter 877 The Crown Prince?

"Destiny..."

The words of the North King echoed in the empty hall. The lights were dim at the moment, and his face looked a little distorted.

Ye Fan had miscalculated, and so did he. His miscalculation was that he allowed Ye Fan to grow bigger, thinking that Ye Fan might be able to restrain Ningxia Chuan in the future.

But what he didn't expect was that Ye Fan grew up too fast, with almost explosive growth in power and explosive strength. Every once in a while, when he saw Ye Fan again, the pain in his heart would become even more intense.

"He is already at the pinnacle of glory. If he cannot be captured this time, he will be king-level next time. With his talent, if he obtains a top-level avenue and subdues Nahou..." The more he thought about it, the more annoyed the North King felt.

After a good chess game, a supernova has emerged, and he does not want to be the one who holds the chess piece. What he does is to overturn the chess board.

Don't even think about playing this game.

"I don't understand why the human race has to stand on the opposite side of everyone." The king of the North scolded:

"What can be saved? Just make good friends with all parties, and everyone will have money and fame, a bright future, a way to transcend one day, and be able to see beyond the galaxy..."

"There are always people like this who think they will become the savior." In the black air, a large figure appeared, his figure was cold, with contempt and disdain.

"The world is dirty, and there are always people who want to be the clear stream. They think that everyone in the world is drunk and I am sober, thinking that they are doing great things."

"As everyone knows, the general trend is like a rolling wheel, and a mantis's arm is like a chariot. It is nothing more than seeking death."

"King of the North, you can no longer hesitate. Release us. We are willing to reach an agreement with you and fight for you in all directions. Afterwards, all you need to do is let us go free."

"I can just let you go free. Is there such a cheap thing in the world?" The North King naturally would not believe these strange creatures, but perhaps he was stimulated and became hesitant.

"If you can't touch that kid, then you will have to attack others..."

"Your Majesty, do you like this ancient book?"

In the Shenfu, the student dormitory area, as the prince of the North, Lingbao has his own teahouse.

At this moment, the hall was empty. A man with a sharp eyebrow was sitting in front of the wooden table, looking at Lingbao opposite, while his eyes were focused on the files on the table.

Beidi will eventually belong to Lingbao, and he really wants to invest in Lingbao, which has not yet become popular.

"This volume is an ancient book passed down by the Tang family in the desert. It records a legendary breathing method called Phoenix. Regardless of martial arts or beast control, after practicing it, it is said that one can be reborn and reborn in Nirvana."

"The Tang Family in the Desert?!" Lingbao was shocked by the ancient clan that appeared in his words: "One of the four ancient sects, they have been hidden from the world for hundreds of years. They were exterminated long before the imperial court was destroyed."

"Why do you have their file, a file that records such precious breathing techniques!"

"It's not convenient to tell the prince." The man replied, his mysterious expression betraying his suspicion.

The tragic massacre of the Tang family in the desert was a critical time point for the human race in recent years. It was the time when the Mingxin Sect entered the world, the court was in turmoil, and the human race was undercurrent, and all parties were waiting and watching.

The sudden demise of the Tang family in the desert, especially since the murderer could not be found, the imperial court had no choice but to order the major hidden sects and families to join the world, which to some extent aggravated the huge turmoil in the human race.

"We are willing to present this dossier to the Crown Prince because we want to prove to the Crown Prince that we have the ability to support the North." After a slight pause, the man continued.

"This..." Lingbao naturally knew that this file was not taken for nothing. The identity of the man in front of him was mysterious, and he was alert enough.

"If you want to show your courtesy to the North, you only need to go to my father. Why did you come to me?"

"Dedicating yourself to the King of the North is the same as offering it to the Crown Prince." The man responded, with a profound meaning in his tone: "The King of the North has a broad mind and may look down on people like us who have taken refuge halfway."

"You want me to help you put in a good word in front of your father?"

"Take refuge in me?" Lingbao was stunned, then shook his head decisively: "I am the sword in my father's hand, how can I accept your refuge in secret?"

"The prince is loyal and filial, of course we know that." The man anticipated Lingbao's rejection and was not in a hurry. He said slowly: "But prince, you are not the only son of the King of the North."

"What do you mean by this?" Speaking of the undercurrent in Lingbao's heart, Lingbao suddenly frowned: "Are you trying to sow discord between me, my brother, and my father?"

"I don't dare." The man begged for mercy, but his attitude was not contemptuous at all. "I just want to remind the prince."

"Everyone knows your loyalty and filial piety, but the Northland is so vast and the involvement is so complicated. If you don't have enough means and strength, even if the King of the North is willing to pass the Northland to the Crown Prince in the future, how can the Crown Prince be able to take it?"

"You..." After saying these words, Lingbao hesitated.

And this hesitation caused a smile to appear on the man's lips.

"This is a specially provided communicator. If the prince changes his mind, just contact me." Having achieved his goal, the man stood up directly, put down a communicator, turned around and left.

Lingbao didn't hold back, the communicator and the file were placed in front of him. For a moment, he looked at the objects in front of him, his eyes flickering.

Blood brothers, throne, favor...these words were intertwined in his mind. After Jin Bisheng left, the sense of crisis and ambition that he had not experienced for a long time once again swelled and filled his mind.

Thinking about it, Lingbao stretched out his hand and grabbed the file, but quickly took it back.

"If father knew that I had this ambition, I'm afraid..."

Worry became apparent, and Lingbao's expression became tangled.

He leaned against the seat behind him and fell into deep thought. After a long time, he actually fell asleep.

It's not easy to be a heir, with the school and the army running around in both directions, and he hasn't had a good rest in a long time.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

After a long time, a voice rang from his ears, waking Lingbao up.

Lingbao opened his eyes and saw two attendants standing nearby, one holding a blanket and the other holding a candle.

"Your Majesty, it's cold at night, please put on a blanket."

"You have good intentions." The night in the North was a bit cold. Lingbao took the blanket, covered it and lay down again.

"You don't need to guard me. Go and listen to my father if he has anything to do with me." Seeing that the two attendants didn't move, Lingbao said. Then, leaning on the slightly unfamiliar faces of the two, he said with some doubts: "You are new Is he the chamberlain who took office? Why haven’t I seen him before..."

Tsk tsk.

Before he finished speaking, suddenly, the force of restraint came, and the blanket on his body suddenly tightened, holding Lingbao tightly.

The light flickered, and the blanket took off its cover, revealing a long golden rope, which was obviously a treasure.

"Not good." Lingbao's face changed drastically, "You..."

Snapped.

A ball of cloth was stuffed into Lingbao's mouth, and at the same time, a powerful field expanded, cutting off the surrounding sound and vision.

Lingbao's eyes turned frightened. Obviously, the person who kidnapped him was well prepared.

"Bah." Lingbao used his elemental power to spit out the cloth that was stuck in his mouth, and asked, "Who are you? I am the Crown Prince of the North. You are so brave!"

"We haven't seen you for a few days. Brother Lingbao has actually become the heir apparent." The guard from the previous year was teasing. The next moment, his face was revealed, and Lingbao's eyes widened at this moment.

"Ye Fan!!! It's you!!"