In the core of the Bafang Sword Gate, surrounded by heavy troops, there is a personable son. Holding a pair of ivory fans splashed with ink on the landscape, he stared at the altar in front of him silently.

Several attendants standing around him were all respectful and upright. For fear of saying the wrong word, he will be executed by the master in front of him.

The fan-wielding boy moved, he took two steps forward, and reached out to wipe a hidden spot in the corner of the table.

There was a ring of dust on his right index finger, and he turned his head a little.

Behind him, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe and a gentleman's hat, fell to his knees with a plop.

Balabala kowtowed, until there was blood on his forehead, he kept kowtowing, and his mouth said: "The master spares his life, the master spares his life!"

The fan-wielding boy smiled, stuck out his tongue, and licked the dust on his index finger: "Did I say I wanted your life? ”

"I'm sorry master, it's the slave who is blind, it's the slave who doesn't check well, and I beg the master to spare my life. The gentleman did not feel the slightest luck, but stumbled more vigorously.

The fan-wielding brother walked over step by step, put away the fan, and helped him up with both hands.

Then he patted him on the back: "Okay, what a big deal, as for this? Since the moment you Yang Xianqing took the test for fame, you have been filial to the dynasty for thirty years, although there is no great merit, there is still hard work, I don't need to embarrass you." Besides, it's not your fault either. ”

That Yang Xianqing seemed to feel reasonable, and the boy in front of him wanted to open the net, so he stood up and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Childe, I will definitely find out who arranged it later, and arrest that person in front of you." ”

"Poof" sound、、、

A dagger appeared in the boy's hand, and a knife was directly inserted into it.

It's like that family chopping vegetables, so natural.

A knife goes in, another knife, another knife and another knife.

There is no color fluctuation, and the blood-sprayed boy is all over his face.

"There is no merit, and there is indeed hard work, but is that the reason why you stained the sacrificial table? Is that the reason why you are not careful? Is that the reason why you messed up this big sacrifice of this son? Damn, damn, damn!"

Blood and intestines were all over the ground, and Brother Gongzi was angry and directly pushed Yang Xianqing away.

wiped his face: "Pull away!"