167 The Return of the King
Seeing that Nan Zhoutian's face suddenly turned cold, he scolded angrily, "What are you talking about?"
Yi shrugged his shoulders and looked back proudly, "If you are a wise king, you are a wise king. If you are a faint king, you are a faint king. It is not judged by others, but what the facts are. There is your own judgment."
There was no fear in that tone, but full of disdain and coercion. The hazy moonlight suddenly looked very heavy.
None of the officials dared to speak, but looked at Shen Moyi in surprise. This woman shocked them more than all the shocks they had in their lives. Those chins fell to the ground, TMD, which was too bold.
And Yi, with a cold face, was obviously ready for slaughter. It was very clear that this Southern Zhoutian wanted to move to the Shen family. The Shen family had become a "threat" of the Southern Zhou Dynasty invisibly. Southern Zhoutian panicked, so he attacked decisively.
As the saying goes, accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger. The sinister Yi of the royal family is very clear that the father-killing and the brother-killing are constantly repeated in history, and the royal sinisterness is the most disdainful.
"You are bold!"
Obviously, Nan Zhoutian has been angered by Yi's words, with a roar, and his eyes are boiling with murderous intent.
"How about boldness? I'm a little bolder, but I'll die once. Can you let me die twice?"
The arrogance continued, the provocation continued, and Yi's words were like knives, directly piercing the chest of Nan Zhoutian.
"Since you want to die, I will fulfill you!"
Southern Zhoutian's eyes were full of anger, and his murderous spirit was boiling. He was the son of heaven and the emperor above ten thousand. How could his imperial power be so provoked?
"Ell?"
"Miss?"
“•••••”
In addition to the trembling voice of Shen Mohuan and Qinger, they only heard the gasp of trying their best to hold their breath.
The current emperor is a lion in anger. I'm afraid his life will not be saved if he is provoked, so no one wants to take a life for a person who has no relationship with him.
Each of them only sweeps the snow in front of the door and don't care about the frost on other people's tiles.
Yi looked in the direction of Shen Mohuan and Qinger, and nodded to Shen Mohuan and Qinger invisibly.
It's a moving face. At least there are still people who care about her in this world. This feeling is so warm.
"Come on••••••"
Southern Zhoutian shouted angrily all his life. Just as he was about to order zheng Fa Shen Moi, he heard a clear and magnetic sound in the sky.
"Father, for the face of my son, can you spare Yi'er?"
The sound sounded in the misty night, calm and steady. A white figure seemed to be coming, as light as a swallow, graceful and leisurely, and a rotation fell beside Yi.
The eyes are glazed, and the temperament is not good. Who is Nan Zhouchen?
Yi looked at the man in front of her with burning eyes. This man was the only figure in her mind when she lost her memory, and now she sounds all of him.
Ten years of stupidity and forbearance for ten years finally surfaced because of a woman. Since he wants to fight a duel, since he wants to fight head-on, then he will never let the woman he believes fight alone. At this moment, he must stand up and fight head-on with Nan Zhouling, kill his mother's concubine, hurt his woman, and hurt him. The stupid hatred will be figured out one by one in the future.
"Ah? The fourth prince?"
"Yes! It's the young genius who once dominated the world.
"Oh, my God! What's going on?"
"Yes?"
"Four netizens? Isn't it?"
"Uh?"
All the people moved and their hearts beat faster. What's going on? What happened tonight is beyond their digestion.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Is there any more shocking news than this?
Nan Zhoutian also had black eyes and round eyes. He stared at Nan Zhouchen in front of him. He only felt that his breathing was short for a while. He asked excitedly, "Chen'er, you... Is this?"
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