Chapter 134: Big Brother, Are You Going to Mutiny to Seize the Throne?! 1
Feng Manxiu raised his hand to pull Murong Wushuang back to his side, then looked sideways at Feng Mantian
"Brother, are you planning to mutiny to seize the throne?!"
"snort!"
Feng Mantian snorted disapprovingly.
"I just don't want the centuries-old foundation of the Aolong Kingdom to be destroyed in the hands of a prodigal like you, Sixth Brother. You also know that I and Ben are not qualified to guide the country. As long as you obediently hand over the dragon pendant, I promise, you can still live your life as usual."
Prince An Yi’s leisurely days!”
"General, you dare to raise an army and rebel. What crime should you be punished for!"
Before Feng Manxiu could speak, Duan Qingyu had already asked sternly
Feng Mantian suddenly raised his hand, unsheathed the long sword on his waist, and pointed it directly at his throat.
"Prime Minister Duan, I think you'd better not be too meddlesome. Otherwise, it will be really troublesome for me to re-establish myself as prime minister after I ascend the throne!"
"you……"
Duan Qingyu was so angry that his courage turned green.
"Kill if you want. Duan is definitely not afraid of death. He raised an army to rebel. God will punish you..."
puff!
Before you could finish your words, his body suddenly shook violently.
Feng Mantian's long sword pierced his chest directly
He drew back his sword and saw Duan Qingyu falling heavily. Feng Mantian didn't even blink.
Putting it on Duan Qingyu's robe and wiping the blood on his sword, he looked around at everyone coldly
"Is there anyone else who objects to my becoming the crown prince?!"
As he spoke, he raised his sword and pointed it at Feng Manxiu
"Sixth brother, now it's time to hand over Long Pei! We have a deep love for each other as brothers, and I don't want to kill my brother or sister myself!"
In the wide crimson sleeves, the palms of Feng Manxiu clenched tightly
"Bold thief!"
Accompanied by a deep cold drink, a vigorous figure rushed in from the door.
A cold light flashed in the air, and Feng Mantian pointed at the long sword on Feng Manxiu's chest, and someone directly picked it away.
Dressed in black attire and with a cold face, the person who came in was none other than Jing Jing. He respectfully saluted Feng Manxiu with clasped fists, and then he spoke.
"Jingjing escort is late, please forgive me, Your Majesty!"
Feng Manxiu's clenched palms slowly relaxed, and then he gave the order in a deep voice
"Capture the traitorous prince Feng Mantian!"
"Let's see who dares to touch me!"
Feng Mantian suddenly raised the long sword in his hand
"Come here, get Jing Jing and the Sixth Prince down for me!"