Chapter 863 The slave family thinks it should be a boy
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
A few times, Yelu Yongning's handsome face came into close contact with the ground.
In the end, Wu Zhi pressed Yelu Yongning's face to the ground and rubbed it.
It wasn't until Yelu Yongning screamed like a pheasant that Wu Zhi laughed and stopped.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Zhi stood up slowly and shouted to the surroundings: "All officers and men obey the order!"
"have!"
Everyone responded together, and the sound even made people's eardrums hurt.
"The two brothers Yelu Zhending and Yelu Yongning killed their father and king! It is extremely evil! The crime is extremely heinous!"
"Yelu Yongning's methods are vicious and cunning. He not only instigated his brother to commit regicide, but also killed him behind his back. He is now imprisoned in a water prison and will never be released!"
While talking, Wu Zhi walked towards the living room step by step, while Xiao Yiqing also slowly stood up.
Twisting the willow waist like a water snake, she came to Wu Zhi with a burst of fragrant wind.
Wu Zhi took Xiao Yiqing's hand, and the couple stood in front of everyone.
Wu Zhi raised his token high: "I, Wu Zhi, am now the King of Daliao!"
"From now on, I will shoulder the great responsibility of reviving the Liao Kingdom!"
"Now I serve as the master of the orphan of the third prince Yelu Langqi. When he is born, the boy will be the emperor and the girl will be the emperor! Serve for the rest of your life and revitalize the Liao Dynasty!"
Yelu Yongning's face was ashen, and he suddenly raised his head!
His face, which was already bloody and bloody, showed a look of sudden realization.
"It turns out, it turns out to be you!"
"You have already colluded! No! That child! That child is..."
Before Yelu Yongning finished speaking, Feng Zhukai, who had been prepared nearby, rushed out.
He picked up a pair of socks that had not been washed for more than half a month and stuffed them into Yelu Yongning's mouth.
"Shut up, you!"
Stuffing smelly socks into prisoners, this is Wu Zhi's "standard behavior"!
Wu Zhi and Xiao Yiqing next to him looked at each other and smiled.
Xiao Yiqing suddenly brought his cool and sexy red lips to Wu Zhi's ear and whispered to Wu Zhi.
"Sir, the little guy just kicked my slave."
"With his naughty and mischievous personality, I think he should be a boy."
At the same time, Kaifeng Mansion.
Hengqiaozikou, the backyard of Granny Peng's house.
"Bang!"
A figure flew through the air, and finally hit the wall heavily.
The man's body was swaying and he was about to lie on the ground, and a strong wind roared past.
A hand grabbed his throat and lifted his entire body off the ground.
"Tell me, how do you, the beggar gang, contact each other privately?"
"Besides this hideout, Pan Jinlian is in Kaifeng Mansion. Is there any other hiding place?"
The man whose throat was strangled looked like a beggar.
He is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he still looks like a child.
His face looked a little childish.
Although his life was in the hands of the other party, at this moment, he regarded death as if he were at home.
He gritted his teeth and said fiercely to the person in front of him: "Cai Chi, just give up on this idea!"
"Even if I die, I will not reveal the slightest bit of information, let alone betray the gang leader!"
At this time, Cai Wei seemed to have infinite strength and lifted up the entire Beggar Clan disciple in front of him.
Looking at his relaxed gesture of agreement, it seemed as if what he was holding in his hands was not a person, but a light puppet.
"Is Pan Jinlian worth your efforts?"
"You only have one life in this world, so you have to think about it carefully!"
"My master, I will count to three more. If you still insist not to say anything, then go down to the underworld to see the Lord of Hell!"
Instead, the young beggar gave up his struggle, closed his eyes, and looked like he was willing to die generously.
"Okay! Since you want to die, then I will make it happen for you!"
Cai Chi's right hand suddenly exerted force, and the beggar's throat made a "gurgle" sound.
Although his expression was extremely painful, he had no regard for life or death.