"If you save my young master, you will be the benefactor of the Chiyan Kingdom. From now on, all your wishes will come true!"
"Wouldn't it be the same if Fu Shanyue became the king?" No matter whether Fu Shanyue or Fu Shanji sat on the throne, if He Lingchuan dared to speak loudly, others would not give him a favor.
Power is truth, commitment is not.
So he was completely indifferent to Uncle Da's promise.
But Uncle Da got it wrong and shouted: "It's different, it's different! The more arrogant and warlike the young master is, the monarch will not like it!"
"Wouldn't his father be happy to have a son who is good at fighting?" He Lingchuan shook his head and walked over, preparing to cut off the tiger's head with a knife to avoid a long night of nightmares.
Uncle Da probably thought that he didn't see the ice extending quietly on the ground.
The ice almost spread to the feet of the golden armored bronze man.
After restraining the bronze man in golden armor, the tiger might be able to escape, but He Lingchuan would not give it this chance.
But before he could walk over, a long roar suddenly came from the direction of the camp, reaching into the sky, and the sound was full of ecstasy!
He could hear that this was Fu Shanyue's roar, and at the same time it was also extremely wild laughter:
"Hahahahaha! Fu Shanji is dead, let's see who dares to stop me!"
This guy moves so fast! He Lingchuan breathed a sigh of relief, but Uncle Da was stunned, like a deflated ball, and stopped struggling immediately.
The young master is dead, what's the point of trying his best?
Just over ten breaths later, Fu Shanyue's figure reappeared.
He hurried over and saw that He Lingchuan had not yet attacked Uncle Da, so he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay. Just let it go, it won't attack us again."
"Are you sure?" It's easy to let a tiger go but hard to catch it, He Lingchuan expressed caution.
"Of course." Fu Shanyue grabbed a bloody head from behind, shook it at Uncle Da twice, and laughed so hatefully, "Now, I am its only young master!"
In Uncle Da's opinion, he smiled like a bad wolf that ate the fat sheep.
This head belongs to a young man, not only about the same age as Fu Shanyue, but also has a similar appearance.
It closed its eyes and looked peaceful, but it was pale due to blood loss.
It was also the first time that He Lingchuan saw a person who could smile so happily and without any burden after beheading his own brother.
After Uncle Da saw it, he finally gave up.
Times have changed, and the bloodline of the King of Chiyan is only a single sapling. What reason does it have to take action against Fushanyue again?
He Lingchuan felt that its momentum and demeanor had become negative, so he took back the bronze man in golden armor.
Uncle Da changed his direction and slowly faced Fu Shanyue.
"Do you want to avenge Fu Shanji? You are not qualified!" Fu Shanyue looked at it condescendingly and sneered, "How dare a mere king's servant dare to show off to me? The mission of protecting Fu Shan Ji failed. If you don't surrender to me,
If you go back, you will be killed by your father!"
Uncle Da's ears drooped back, almost touching his scalp, but he still slowly crawled to the ground and whispered: "I have met the young master."
The tide is over.
He Lingchuan looked at the head in Fu Shanyue's hand and lamented his luck: "It was so easy to be beheaded."
Chapter completed!