Under Ling Yaoqing's forced cooperation, everything was as expected by Group A.

When Wan Haoqiong and the deputy general went on a mission together, the deputy general controlled by the Gu worm suddenly lost his mind and frantically attacked Wan Haoqiong.

Wan Haoqiong is not a very patient person, and he has won consecutive battles these days, and it is the most fluttering time, and he has made a few moves, and when he saw that the other party still had no intention of stopping, he simply stopped showing mercy and killed him on the spot.

It stands to reason that this matter should have been reported to Feng Qiwu in time. But after that, Wan Haoqiong successfully repelled a group of group A grain carriers, returned to his city with a cart of victories, and after drinking a few pots of wine, he fell drunk on the bed. In his sleep, the news of beheading the deputy general was quietly reported to Feng Qiwu by the same group of trialists who had long been dissatisfied with him.

For Wan Haoqiong, maybe he knew he was wrong. Or at the very least, it was the lieutenant who attacked him first, and he could have explained it to Feng Qiwu. But with an inflated mentality, he already has a kind of confidence. He believed that his military exploits were the gold medal for avoiding death, and even if he did not follow military discipline, the city lord would never dare to kill him easily. So this night, he slept until noon.

If he were to be replaced by another benevolent city lord, he might indeed be open to such a meritorious man.

If he was an incompetent city lord who had to rely on him to keep the city, then perhaps he would also indulge his wildness.

It's a pity that what he meets now is Feng Qiwu.

He is neither merciful nor incompetent.

"Looks like you've forgotten who's in charge here. ”

"Then let me help you remember. ”

After only a few words of conversation, Feng Qiwu was already a lightning bolt, and a cloud of poisonous mist shrouded him directly. This summons turned out to be murderous from the beginning!

It was so poisonous that even the unrelated people in the room felt dizzy and subconsciously held their breath.

Wan Haoqiong, who was completely defenseless, was instantly enveloped by a poisonous mist. Mixed with a tingling sensation of tingling, it continued to drill wildly into every pore of him. Strong toxins flowed around his body, corroding his internal organs.

"Feng Qiwu! How many feats have I made for the team during this time, you can't kill me! I don't accept it!" Wan Haoqiong hissed. Stimulated by the toxin, his voice also carried a kind of tortured misery, which shocked those who heard it.

"Yes, even if he is guilty of beheading the deputy general, just punish him, there is no way to kill him directly, right?" There are also trialists who can't look past it, and have the courage to intercede for him.

"I say that whoever is going to die, he is going to die. Feng Qiwu responded coldly. The raised five fingers slowly clenched, and the color of the poisonous mist continued to deepen, and it was conceivable that the concentration of the toxin was also increasing accordingly.

Wan Haoqiong's face had been dyed dark purple, he was gasping with difficulty, his hands and feet were still struggling, but at this time he was only unconsciously twitching. He couldn't even shout. The weakened life bar also shows that his life is being pulled out of his body in an extremely cruel way.

This is the crushing of strength.

To be honest, Feng Qiwu is neither an authentic monarch, nor is Wan Haoqiong a foolish and loyal courtier. Now his life is threatened, and even if he can't save himself, he will definitely drag the other party to his death. But in front of Feng Qiwu, the stunt he was proud of was completely blocked, and he could only bear the approach of death. This despair, this resentment, is growing with the passage of time.

The chain of fate is not unbreakable, and its flaws need to be experienced in actual combat. It's just that a few senior generals in Group A, thinking that fighting with each other will have the risk of being devoured spiritual power, that is, no one wants to go over and cheapen the enemy in vain. And those low-level trialists, how much spiritual power can Wan Haoqiong swallow? Naturally, as soon as they heard his name, they were already terrified.

The one who knows Wan Haoqiong best is his comrades-in-arms in the same group. Now that the enemy has not been able to crack his tricks, his comrades-in-arms, and his boss have already stabbed him one after another.

Although as Cen Ling said, this is an unjust death, it is the death of a loyal minister, and it will definitely win the favor of the audience. But Wan Haoqiong is not reconciled! Only the incompetent have always needed this kind of side-by-side hype method. Those who are really capable should speak with strength. He can obviously kill the enemy on the battlefield and make meritorious contributions, and he is a fair and honest circle of fans, why does he have to earn this wave of sympathy points?

The poisonous fog was filled, and the screams were in his ears, and this scene of living torture made Ye Shuo annoyed. He didn't bother to talk nonsense with Feng Qiwu, he directly flipped his palm fingers, condensed a spatial power, and entered the poisonous mist that entangled Wan Haoqiong.

If it was just the power of space, with his current strength, it would naturally be impossible to restrain Feng Qiwu's poison technique. But under the camouflage of the power of this layer of space, there is a devouring power hidden inside......

Knowing that this trial was broadcast live to the world, the audience outside also included the Nine Shadows Hall Lord and his subordinates, who were bent on collecting the fragments of Fang Tianbaoding, and also created many vivid bloody cases for this. In order to avoid getting into trouble, Ye Shuo has never rashly used the power of devouring since he tried the space today, even if he was cornered by the enemy. But today, he really can't look past it, maybe only this alien energy is qualified to fight with Feng Qiwu's poison technique!

Once the power of space invaded the poisonous mist, under the double cover, the devouring power also operated automatically. The dark purple smoke around it was torn apart one by one. The process was so rapid that outsiders couldn't even see the change in the poisonous mist. But with the reduction of the toxin concentration, it really shared part of the pressure for Wan Haoqiong. Even the speed at which his health bar was falling was an imperceptible slowdown.

Others don't know, but Feng Qiwu, who manipulated the poisonous gas in real time, immediately sensed it.

Under his divine sense, the scope of the poisonous mist was like a clear map of the dots, just as the data map could be flipped freely, and he could browse to any angle with ease. Now he sensed that a stream of xenomorph energy had invaded the poisonous mist space, and the deepest toxin had been directly drained of a ball.

Following the source of the strange force, Feng Qiwu's gaze only turned slightly, and it stayed on Ye Shuo's face. Looking at that casual expression, this also made him glare: "You dare to disobey me?"

At this time, he didn't think of devouring power. On the one hand, there is a similarity between the power of space and the power of devouring, if Ye Shuo is more proficient in the laws of space, he can directly tear open the spatial crack and pull the poisonous mist into it. Using the power of space to hide the power of devouring is roughly the same principle.

On the other hand, it's due to anger. When a person is extremely angry, all he can think about is the fact that "the other party dares to resist him", and he will no longer be distracted by "how the other party rebelled against him".

"You're not a king, what if you disobey you?" Ye Shuo was not afraid, and under Wan Haoqiong's faintly grateful gaze, he strode forward and said proudly:

"Feng Qiwu, you are stubborn and self-serving, haven't you even read the history books? You should always know what will happen to those faint kings who can't restrain their suspicions and kill loyal ministers, right? What is the difference between you and them now?"

This blunt questioning can be regarded as saying what they dare not say for everyone. But while everyone admired, they could only cast a "warrior, take care" gaze at him.

If Feng Qiwu is really angered, most likely even he will be killed together. They can only pray that this disaster will not implicate themselves, and naturally they will not dare to meddle in matters anymore.

Feng Qiwu looked at him coldly, and the narrow shadow dragged out of the corner of his eyes made his gaze always have a deep shadow.

"Of course there is a difference. After a long time, he spoke coldly.

"Their country can only be guarded by subordinates. And I am different. With me alone, it's enough. ”

His palms clenched suddenly, the accumulated toxins were fully released, Wan Haoqiong screamed miserably, and his long hair flew up on the back of his head, as if he was also pouring out an unwilling sonata. And in this dying struggle, the life bar above his head was like a residual candle flame, and after a few breaths of shaking at the end, it dropped sharply to the lowest point.

The next moment, his figure completely melted into the poisonous mist, turned into a drifting stream of data, and disappeared.

In the hall, no one spoke. Layer after layer of cold sweat quietly soaked their backs.

This public execution of the heroes is really chilling.

has even begun to think about whether they should change a coach -

……

"Feng Qiwu is really too much. He has always retained the habit of the young master of the Nine Shadows Palace, he will fight us if he wants, and he will kill us if he wants to!" Afterwards, the crowd that was still difficult to calm down gathered in the small courtyard in the city, and Ye Shuo was shouting to everyone in an excited tone.

"It was me and Ren Jianfei before, today it is Wan Haoqiong, and tomorrow it may be anyone else!"

"We can't let him take what he wants. Even if we can't overthrow him directly, at least, we can refuse to carry out his orders!"

The crowd listened to his agitation, but they were silent, apparently still hesitating. After all, they don't want to die before they get out of the school like Wan Haoqiong......

"We have to stand up!" Ye Shuo saw everyone's thoughts, and couldn't help but raise his voice even more, "Although, I'm not Wan Haoqiong's friend, except for fighting him in the group battle ring, there is no more contact." But if we don't speak for him today, no one will speak for us tomorrow, and it is because we are too weak that he dares to step on our heads everywhere!"

This sentence made everyone nod secretly. Many people used to think that if Feng Qiwu was compared to a monarch, he could only be regarded as a tyrant, not a faint monarch, but today's unjust killing of Wan Haoqiong will inevitably cause everyone to "hurt their kind", and everyone is in danger.

During the conversation, Ren Jianfei noticed Ling Yaoqing's strange appearance from a distance, he left the crowd and asked with concern, "Ah Jing, what's wrong with you?"

Ling Yaoqing did not participate in everyone's discussion, from the beginning, she sat alone in front of the small coffee table on the side, her hands resting on the table, her fingers interlaced, and her slightly white knuckles couldn't stop shivering.

Since she has always been unsociable, no one else has ever cared about her, only Ren Jianfei can see that she is afraid. Perhaps, this is the difference between caring and not caring.

When Ling Yaoqing heard his inquiry, she hurriedly retracted her thoughts and replied softly, "It's okay, maybe I was a little frightened to see Wan Haoqiong being executed with my own eyes." ”

Such an answer was reasonable, and Ren Jianfei didn't doubt him, but just sat down beside her considerately, and patiently comforted her. But Ling Yaoqing didn't listen to it at all, and in her mind, it was now full of unknown fear.

This time, even if she did it so obviously, Feng Qiwu still didn't pick it out...... What the hell was he thinking?

Later, members of the forensic team who spontaneously conducted an investigation discovered that the dead lieutenant had residual toxins in his body. According to speculation, it is very likely that someone used poison to drive him crazy first, and Wan Haoqiong killed him out of self-preservation, not intentionally rebelling against Feng Qiwu's sovereignty.

A detailed investigation report, including toxin samples, was sent into the city lord's house. Maybe they still have hope, hoping that once Feng Qiwu finds out that he has misunderstood Wan Haoqiong, he can apologize to him who died and give him justice.

However, Feng Qiwu had obviously read the identification report, but he did not make any statement.

If someone thought that Wan Haoqiong would be fine as long as he could explain it in time, he was completely cold now. It seems that Feng Qiwu wants to kill them, and he wants to kill them completely. He can kill you because he is in a bad mood, or he can kill you because he is not happy with you, Wan Haoqiong is the first, but it will never be the last. In front of him, they have no human rights.

[You can't mobilize the army, but it doesn't matter. I don't understand why killing someone in the game caused such a big backlash. But he can continue to "play" alone anyway]

[Only Jian Zhiheng came to report to him]

[After hearing this, sneered] Why are you the only one who dares to come over, not afraid to let your companions isolate you?

I know you've made a private agreement to join forces against me. It's okay, I don't care. So what are you thinking? Are you going to spy on me for them?

Because I think that in the future battles of Group B, we will still need your strength. The division within the group is just a small loss.

[mocking, laughing] It seems that you are the only one who understands here?

If I sent you out to fight, would you also send troops for me?

The lord of the city commanded.

City Lord, would you like to listen to what I have to say?

For misunderstandings to form, one party must be willing to take the initiative to resolve them. The lord of the city is arrogant and unwilling to bow his head, and as for my companions, they also need to vent their grievances. I may be the only one who can handle the whole thing calmly. So, I want to be the link between the two sides. I will not betray my companions, but I will never rebel against you.

That's just wishful thinking on your part.

(End of chapter)