"Is that true?" Nan Liyou smiled indifferently, "Then I will tell you that those who know the times are heroes. If you confess and be lenient now, perhaps your ancestors will give you a way to die."
Rong Si snorted, not obsessed at all, "I have nothing to confess."
Nan Liyou smiled faintly and took out a golden mirror from the ring.
Rong Si had never seen the mirror before and thought it was some trick that was not worth worrying about.
Lian Chengjue, Zhenlong, and even the old Dragon King recognized the mirror. Looking at the dumb eyes of the three of them, Nan Liyou smiled like a breeze.
He whispered a few soft words, and then the mirror changed.
A wave of light from the inverted triangle spreads out from inside and outside the mirror, and the light hits in the air, forming a shadow more than one meter wide, similar to a screen-like screen.
In an instant, a figure slowly appeared on the light cloth.
From blur to clear, outlined...
The person on the light cloth was nothing but Rong Si. He was wearing a black robe and drinking with a man in a blue shirt in the night moon.
"It's... the boss, it's the boss..." Seeing the boss's face again, the old Dragon King burst into tears, wiped his tears and continued to watch.
When the dragon clan's eldest prince was drunk, Rong Si helped the eldest prince walk along the coral bushes not far away.
His face was covered with cold smiles. When he arrived at the coral, he pushed the boss into the coral without blinking.
The boss's body fell into the coral, and sharp thorns pierced his body...
"Boss...Boss... So you died like this!" The old Dragon King couldn't believe it. He always believed that the boss fell into the poisonous coral because he was drunk.
It turned out that the truth was his second son who pushed the boss down with his own hands...
"No... it's not like this, she must have done the trick!" Rong Si couldn't believe how such a top-secret thing was known by outsiders and was exposed to the public.
"Don't worry, let's continue watching!" Nan Liyou sneered, waved his hand, and the picture immediately changed.
On the light cloth, Rong Sizheng grabbed a little boy's neck with his bare hands. The child looked about thirteen years old and was very adorable.
The little boy's eyes showed panic, his face was even more scared, and he was shouting something desperately. Although the picture on the light cloth had no sound, the little boy's mouth shape was the most common "help".
As if Rong Si hadn't seen or heard it, the strength in his hand gradually deepened until the other party's eyes magnified, the pain spread, and his tongue spit out...
Only then did he let go of his hand with satisfaction, then threw the body aside, using magic to clear the marks on his neck, throwing it off the rockery, causing the illusion of falling to death...
"My Lao Wu... You're so unfair..." The old dragon king cried, his legs, who were originally kneeling, sat on the ground, crying without any image.
The picture changed again, and Rong Si's figure appeared in a palace. This time he did not do it himself, but instead asked his confidant to take action and crippled the living person...
The scenes were changed again and again, and everyone present was solemn.
Rong Si himself was like an eggplant made from frost, without any energy.
He bit his lip and stepped back little by little. When he was about to reach the door, he was about to slip away, but he didn't know that there was an extra beam of light around his waist, which pulled him back to his original place.