Only if you are alive can you have the chance to kill these rebellious traitors!
Moreover, he still has the throne...
He had finally replaced him as emperor. He had only been in office for more than ten years, how could he die so easily?
Hearing the words of Zhai Yantian, who was still restless after being tied to the shelf, Mr. Hua snorted coldly.
Although he felt that the old man in front of him was not really fighting a life-and-death struggle with him, but rather seemed to be playing tricks on him. He didn't know what he was thinking, but if he went to save Zhai Yantian, he would definitely prevent him from getting away.
However, Yan Xi just glanced at Hua Yuqiong and saw that she did not respond, so he ignored Zhai Yantian who kept shouting.
The Qilin Po-yue Sword in Master Hua's hand was ready to strike out, but when he saw that Yan Xi didn't react at all and continued to "play house" with him one by one, he was startled for a moment and looked at him strangely.
There was a muffled hum from the high platform, and then a cold voice sounded.
"Want to help? Huh?"
Hua Yuqiong stepped on Zhai Yantian's abdomen, and gently patted his old face that had been ravaged by time with the dagger in her hand. Feeling his trembling and uneasiness, Hua Yuqiong chuckled softly.
"You want Yan Xi to save you? Tell me, how about I ask him to save you?"
Immediately, the smile on Hua Yuqiong's face faded, and a clear voice penetrated into Zhai Yantian's ears.
"Yan Xi, come here!"
When the people present heard Hua Yuqiong's words, except for Zhai Zilan who knew the truth, everyone else was slightly startled. Just as they were surprised, they saw Yan Xi jumping directly in front of Mr. Zihua to Hua Yuqiong's side.
"Holy shit?" Cheng Yuqi was dumbfounded.
This, this, this... what's going on?
Is it because he is old and his eyesight is dim?
Under the astonished gazes of Zhai Yantian and everyone else, Yan Xi saluted Hua Yuqiong.
"My lord."
Hua Yuqiong responded, glanced at Zhai Yantian jokingly, and told Yan Xi: "Go and ask Lan Shao to come over."
"yes."
"Hey, you don't want to fight anymore?" the old painter said in surprise.
Looking at Yan Xi's back, he glanced at his granddaughter strangely, and suddenly realized why Yan Xi not only didn't actually attack him, but also killed many of his own soldiers by mistake.
Zhai Yantian looked at Zhai Yantian's back angrily and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Yan Xi! How dare you! Don't forget that your soul is still in my hands! I can send you to hell anytime, anywhere!!"
But Yan Xi didn't look back, and his footsteps didn't even stop.
Zhai Yantian's eyes were anxious, and a glimmer of light gradually appeared in the palm that was tied to his side. Thinking of Yan Xi's behavior, Zhai Yantian viciously crushed the light in his hand.
At the same time, a scream came from a palace in the palace.
"ah--"
A man with a bald head and khaki skin as dry and wrinkled as old tree bark opened his mouth and screamed.
If anyone were here, they would definitely be able to see that there was only one tooth left in her mouth, hanging precariously on the upper alveol, as if it could fall off with a gentle blow.
Zhai Shanwei struggled and rolled in great pain, but this still could not relieve the sudden pain that seemed to come from the depths of her soul. The heart-rending pain felt like someone had crushed her soul alive.