While Yang Hao was pondering, Jia Jinghui became increasingly uneasy.

He can't help but be afraid.

That big man was really scary.

Finally, Yang Hao raised his head.

"Since you dare to come as a monk to assassinate my prince, you must be prepared to die. Tell me, should my prince kill you directly, or make this matter public to the world so that the immortal sect can learn about it?

Do you know?" Yang Hao's cold words made Jia Jinghui fall to his knees with a plop.

"Prince Yang, please spare your life!" Jia Jinghui kowtowed with a bang.

Death is easy to say. But, how many people are really not afraid of death?

Especially after entering the sect to practice, Jia Jinghui was even more reluctant to die when he heard that the ancestors in the sect could live for thousands of years.

Either of the two choices given by Yang Hao made Jia Jinghui heartbroken.

"Spare your life?" Yang Hao said.

"Prince Yang, please show your respect and let this villain go! I am willing to do the hard work for Crown Prince Yang!" Jia Jinghui did not dare to raise his head and continued to kowtow fiercely.

"What use can you do to this prince?" Yang Hao said.

"Prince Yang, you villain..." Jia Jinghui heard that Yang Hao's tone seemed to be loose, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart, but he still did not dare to raise his head and continued to bang bang bang bang.

"I just said that I don't like to listen to villains. Did you not listen to what I said, or did you not take it seriously at all?" Yang Hao's tone became even calmer.

"No! Prince Yang, little...I..." Upon hearing this, Jia Jinghui's glimmer of hope was instantly shattered. He felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, and he knelt on the ground, taking turns to slap himself hard in the face with both hands.

"Okay. Raise your head and tell me that you are of any use and that it is worth saving your life." Yang Hao said.

Hearing what Yang Hao said, Jia Jinghui's hope that just burst like a bubble appeared again. He quickly raised his head, but did not dare to look directly at Yang Hao. He just glanced at Yang Hao secretly, and his mind was running rapidly.

Yes! What use can I have to Yang Hao?

About family background?

How can the Jia family be compared with the Yang family?

Regarding your status as a monk?

Not only could that big man kill himself with one finger, he could also swallow himself in one bite.

"Well, it seems you are of no use anymore. That's all." Seeing Jia Jinghui's forehead oozing blood and his face swollen like a pig's head, Yang Hao suppressed his laughter, sighed, and tried to get up.

"No! Prince Yang, please wait a moment!" Seeing that Yang Hao was about to stand up, and the big man might appear next moment, Jia Jinghui shouted in panic.

Yang Hao frowned, looked at Jia Jinghui, and said, "What? Just shout like that and want to beg for your life?"

"You idiot Yang, that's it! I can't stand it anymore. Is it fun to scare such a scumbag?" In the sea of ​​consciousness, the little bald head said with disdain. Xiaoluozuo and Yaya each also made a contemptuous gesture.

"Hehe! If you don't scare me, it won't work!" Yang Hao separated his mind and entered the sea of ​​​​consciousness, smiling.

"Prince Yang, young... I know that my cultivation is low and I am not of much use to Crown Prince Yang. However, as a monk, I can still speak in the Jia family. Now, King Yong intends to fight for the throne, and he has been

Treat the Yang family as a roadblock. After today's incident at Wangjiang Tower, King Yong's party will definitely regard the Yang family as their enemies, and will definitely do many unfavorable things to the Yang family. The Jia family is not only attached to King Yong's Mansion, but also has a negative influence on the Yang family.

You hold a grudge and have the intention of revenge at all times. Prince Yang, you, your grandfather and Guigaotang are all far away in Ningyuan. It is inevitable that you will not be adequately prepared against the various conspiracies and machinations of King Yong's party and the Jia family. But in the future,

With my status as a monk, it is not difficult to learn about these treacherous plots. I am willing to die for Prince Yang and serve as Prince Yang's spy in the capital. Please do it, Prince Yang!" Xu Shi was frightened out of his wits by Yang Hao's repeated threats.

Jia Jinghui chatted a lot like he was pouring beans out of a bamboo tube, and then he bent down and kowtowed.

After listening to Jia Jinghui's remarks, Yang Hao couldn't help but look at him differently.

This Jia Jinghui doesn’t look stupid!

"Do you think everyone is as stupid as you idiot Yang?" In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the contempt came again.

Ignore. Automatically ignore. Heard nothing.

"Okay, stop kowtowing. Raise your head and look at me," Yang Hao said.

Jia Jinghui raised his head and looked at Yang Hao, still feeling uneasy in his heart.

The words just now were the greatest value Jia Jinghui could think of to Yang Hao. However, Jia Jinghui himself was not sure whether these words could impress Yang Hao.

Jia Jinghui knew very well that with the strength of the Yang family and the ability of the big man, it would not be difficult for Yang Hao to understand all the things he said.

"So, you are not completely useless anymore." Yang Hao's words made Jia Jinghui very happy.

"Prince Yang, if you don't mind me, I will do my best to save Yang Crown Prince! If I disobey, I will be struck by thunder from heaven!" Jia Jinghui swore.

"Five thunders from the sky? You cultivators are all looking forward to this day, right?" Yang Hao sneered.

Jia Jinghui: "..."

Jia Jinghui became more and more certain that the big man must have a deep relationship with Yang Hao. Otherwise, Yang Hao, a mortal, would not be able to know such secrets in the world of cultivation.

"Well, it's not like I can't give it to you, my eldest son." Yang Hao threw out another sentence that made Jia Jinghui overjoyed.

"Thank you so much, Prince Yang!" Jia Jinghui was about to kowtow again.

"You said you can be my prince's spy in the capital, so you don't have to return to the sect?" Yang Hao raised his hand to stop Jia Jinghui and asked.

"When I return to Prince Yang, when I return to the capital this time, the sect does not set a time for returning to the sect. Moreover, the sect I am in has a lot of practitioners outside, and the sect will not always interfere. And..." Jia Jinghui wanted to say.

Stop again.

"Huh?" Yang Hao frowned.

"Replying to Prince Yang, my cultivation level is low and I don't attract much attention in the sect." Jia Jinghui felt uneasy again. He was worried that Yang Hao would dislike him.

"So, you can indeed stay in the capital for a little longer?" Yang Hao asked, touching his chin.

"As for Prince Yang, yes. I can stay in the capital as long as Prince Yang orders." Jia Jinghui said.

At the critical moment of life and death, Jia Jinghui didn't care whether he should practice or not. If Yang Hao felt that he was not doing his job well, the big man would open his mouth and stop everything.

"There is no need to stay in the capital forever. However, there is something I can do for you right now." Yang Hao said.

"Please give your orders, Prince Yang!" Jia Jinghui perked up when he heard that he would soon have a chance to show his worth.

"This is what happened." Yang Hao slowly spoke.

After Jia Jinghui heard this, he was immediately in a daze.

"What? It can't be done?" Yang Hao frowned.

"If you go back to Prince Yang, we can do it! We can definitely do it!" Jia Jinghui did not dare to neglect and responded repeatedly.

Jia Jinghui really hasn't figured out what Yang Hao told him yet. However, he is confident that he can do it.

"Time is tight, you should do it as soon as possible." Yang Hao said, looking at Jia Jinghui's head that was swollen like a pig's head, and asked: "You look like this, how are you going to explain it when you go back?"

"Replying to Prince Yang, although my cultivation level is low, I can still deal with some skin injuries." Jia Jinghui said hurriedly.

"What about your companions?" Yang Hao then asked.

"Prince Yang, please rest assured. My master...companion is not highly valued in the sect. He has been practicing outside all year round. The sect will not be suspicious for a short time." Thinking of the fate of his fellow disciple, Jia Jinghui felt nervous again.

.

"What happened today should not be said. If you say it, you know what the consequences will be, right?" Yang Hao's tone became lighter again.

"Please rest assured, Crown Prince Yang! Even if the five thunders strike, I will definitely not reveal a single word!" Jia Jinghui quickly swore again.

"Little bald man, can you put a restriction on this guy to prevent him from being searched for his soul?" Yang Hao asked in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Yes!" The little bald man waved his hand, and Jia Jinghui disappeared directly from in front of Yang Hao.

"Is it done? Is it gone?" Yang Hao asked.

"How about? Keep him for the New Year?" said the little bald man.

Yang Hao: "..."

"Little Baldy, how are you? Is the thing I asked him to do just now okay?" Yang Hao was despised by Little Bald the previous time, and Yang Hao wanted to make up for it.

"Young fool, I really didn't realize that you are so insidious! It seems that I have to keep a careful eye on you in the future. Otherwise, it would be so embarrassing if I were deceived by you, a fool." Xiao Lu,

Yaya, you guys said that, right?" Yang Hao didn't wait for the affirmation he was expecting, but instead waited for these few words from Little Baldy.

The little stove quickly jumped behind the little bald head, showing a vigilant look. Yaya also flew behind the little bald head, showing the same expression of guarding against thieves.

Yang Hao: "..."

"How can I be called insidious? Others are coming to kill me, so why don't I make some preparations and be the first to attack?" Yang Hao made an aggrieved expression.

"Okay! Aren't you just trying to deceive our sympathy by acting like this?" the little bald head sneered.

Yang Hao: "..."

There is no way to communicate.

"Hey, silly Yang, I really bother you doing these things. It's too much of a delay in your practice." The little bald man sighed.

This matter is even more impossible to communicate.

Yang Hao knew clearly what the little bald man was thinking. Yang Hao's thoughts were also clear to the little bald man.

However, Yang Hao also knew that the little bald man would just nag a few words from time to time, but never really stopped him from worrying about these worldly matters.

"Little Baldhead, don't worry, I won't delay my practice." Yang Hao said.

"Why don't you go then?" said the little bald man.

"Ah? Now?" Yang Hao said.

"What about? Wait until the Chinese New Year?" The little bald man twisted his eyebrows.

"Okay! Okay! Go right away!" Yang Hao responded hurriedly, remembering the scene he saw with his consciousness in the Emperor's Room No. 1, and said: "Little bald head, can you tell Xiao Hei that you won't see him again in the future?"

It’s cannibalism, it’s so scary.”

"That's ridiculous! Xiao Hei is a Sirius. He doesn't eat meat, he eats shit!" said the little bald head.
Chapter completed!