A handful of passionate blood sprayed out from Wang Tenghuan's neck, and blood splashed five steps.

The big cold dragon bird drooped, and the tip of the sword pointed to the ground. The clear sword like ice jade was dripping with blood. The blood slid down the sword body and gathered into a drop of thick blood at the tip of the sword, dripping onto the ground.

At the same time, Wang Tenghuan died with his eyes closed and rolled to the ground.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was destined to be in the dark. After Wang Tenghuan's head rolled around, his wide eyes stared at Zhao Xuanji, as if questioning why he didn't take action to help him.

Zhao Xuanji stared at the head of Wang Tenghuan on the ground, feeling shock and horror that had never been seen in decades permeated in his heart.

He has never seen dead people, nor has he seen bloody scenes.

But he never expected that his colleagues in his cabinet who had been in his decades would die in front of him.

He raised his head and his eyes happened to look at Li Chen.

The two of them were in contact with each other in mid-air, as if thunder blew up in silence.

But Zhao Xuanji was the first to look away.

The sword in Li Chen's hand was particularly bloody, and Zhao Xuanji was not sure if he would kill him in this Xizheng Hall together with him.

After Zhao Xuanji's eyes moved away, Li Chen said indifferently: "Wang Tenghuan disobeyed and invaded the emperor. Not only did he call his name directly, but he also threatened to force the palace. His crime was unforgivable. Master, is this appropriate for me to deal with it?"

Zhao Xuanji's palms trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of anger.

He took a deep breath and said hissing: "Whether your highness is done or not, your highness has nothing to say."

"The best thing to say is nothing."

Li Chen slowly put the Daliang Dragon Bird back into the sheath and said, "I'm afraid that the old master of the Pavilion will be impulsive and follow Wang Tenghuan's footsteps."

The movements in Xizheng Hall also attracted the attention of Yelu Guzanqi, who was waiting outside for the Prince of Qin to go out to greet him.

Seeing that the prince of the Great Qin was not showing up for a long time, Yelu Guzanqi sneered and stood outside the hall and said loudly: "What, the prince of the Great Qin, don't even dare to see me?"

"Don't be afraid of the prince. I am here today, not to cause trouble for you, but to give you a big gift to the prince."

Li Chen's voice came from inside Xizheng Hall.

"Before the Ninth Prince gives me a gift, I will give me a gift from the Ninth Prince. I hope the Ninth Prince will accept it with a smile."

Yelu Guzanqi frowned. He subconsciously felt that the voice was familiar, but when he thought about it carefully, he didn't know where he had heard it. Before he could think carefully, he saw something black and round flying out of Xizheng Hall.

He stood there motionless, and raised his hand and grabbed the flying thing.

It's furry, a little thorny, and sticky, and very disgusting.

Yelu Guzanqi looked down and saw a head in his hand!

When he saw the ferocious face of this human head, Yelu Guzanqi felt that his breathing was suffocating and his scalp was about to explode.

The head in his hand is nothing to anyone else, it is Yelu Qiming!

In an instant, Yelu Guzanqi felt that his eyes were dark, and a huge shock and indescribable anger surged in his heart.

But that's not all. A corpse was kicked out in Xizheng Hall.

The headless corpse rolled in front of Yelu Guzanqi. Although he couldn't see his head, he could tell from the clothes of Yelu Guzanqi that this man was the Grand Secretary who had just greeted him, Wang Tenghuan!
Chapter completed!