Chapter 7
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All the hair on the black-armored commander's body stood on end as a feeling of death filled his body.
How is this possible? He is just a weak youth. His strength is only at the third level, how can he give me such a feeling?
Because the youth took a step forward, the two of them were too close to each other. The people behind couldn't see the youth's movements clearly, but the middle-aged eunuch at the side saw it clearly.
The youth suddenly raised his right hand. His right hand formed a claw, and his fingertips emitted a trace of golden light. At an extremely fast speed, the claw pierced into the black-armored commander's throat.
"Tsk!"
Blood spurted out from the back of the youth's hand. The weak part of the human body, the throat, was pierced by the youth's claw.
The black-armored commander immediately froze, his eyes widened in disbelief.
"Bang!"
The youth kicked the black-armored commander's stiff body and pushed him away.
The black-armored commander seemed to have lost all his strength. He threw away his long knife and clutched his throat, looking at the youth with a horrified expression. The youth's face was still cold, but in the palm of his right hand, there was a bloody object, a section of the throat.
The youth's claw tore off the black-armored commander's throat.
Almost all the surrounding soldiers felt their scalps go numb. This, was this still a vile spawn that was casually slaughtered?
Looking at the hole in the commander's throat, the black-armored soldiers instantly lost all their will to fight.
"Hah! Run quickly! "
The black-armored soldiers fled with a loud bang.
"Release the arrows!"
The soldiers of the Protector Camp shouted from afar.
"Xiu!" "Xiu!" "Xiu!"
A series of long arrows were shot from afar. Immediately, more than half of the black-armored soldiers were hit. Of course, most of the arrows were aimed at their feet. Therefore, the arrows didn't kill them!
In the blink of an eye, nearly a thousand soldiers arrived and captured the fleeing and injured black-armored soldiers with lightning speed.
"Your humble servant came late to protect you, Lord, please punish us!" After capturing the black-armored soldiers, the soldiers quickly apologized.
"Huo Guang did not protect you, Lord, please punish us!" Huo Guang also quickly knelt down on one knee.
In a moment, other than the black-armored soldiers who were still chasing and guarding the black-armored soldiers, all the soldiers outside the bamboo house knelt down on one knee and apologized.
"Protect me?" The youth's eyes narrowed.
Protector was a term that was only used on emperors. His identity in this life was that of the Lord, so why would he use the term protector?
"Lord? Have you forgotten what happened in the past? "The middle-aged eunuch suddenly asked.
"Oh?" The youth looked at the middle-aged eunuch.
"Yes, it's the ninth day of the ninth month again. Lord, the Old Slave has been ordered to take care of the Lord. This is already the seventh year. Every year on the ninth day of the ninth month, the Lord will lose his memories and forget everything in the past. The Old Slave will convey the memories of the past!" the middle-aged eunuch said respectfully.
Amnesia once a year on the ninth of September? The young man's expression changed, and he immediately understood the reason. The will of his previous life that existed in his Tianmen Acupoint would attempt to break through the Tianmen Acupoint on the ninth day of the ninth month. The will of his previous life was so strong that it couldn't be compared to the will of his current life. Therefore, every year, the memories of his current life would fade away. Now, all the memories of this life had been washed away.
"Lord, your name is Yan Chuan!" The middle-aged eunuch said respectfully.
"Yan Chuan?" The youth repeated the name.
After a moment of silence, the youth finally nodded and said, "If that's the case, then from now on, I will be called Yan Chuan!"
The youth accepted the name of his current life.
"The Lord is the most respected Lord in the great Yan State. The title is equal to the King! His position is equal to the Emperor! "The middle-aged eunuch said seriously.
"The title is equal to the King?" Yan Chuan raised his eyebrows.
As an emperor in his previous life, Yan Chuan understood that there couldn't be two suns in the sky and two emperors in a country. The emperor was the head of the country, and no one could compare to him. The dignity of an emperor couldn't be trampled on. The title is equal to the King? Ridiculous, how could there be such a title?
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