"Princess," Gu Xinglang looked at Xianzong with fixed eyes, and said word by word: "I want to see the princess." ”

"What?" Xianzong turned his back to the ministers at this time, and the adults couldn't see what the expression of the saint was at this moment, but just listening to the voice, the adults could also know that the saint was already angry.

"Princess," Gu Xinglang only said two words to Xianzong this time.

"You broke into the palace just to ask me for a princess?" Xianzong scolded, "Damn bastard! ”

Gu Xinglang's mouth opened slightly, and closed again silently.

Xianzong said: "You go back to me now, I will not see you today." ”

As soon as he heard Xianzong's words, he immediately thought about Gu Xinglang's death, and looked at the unlucky minister of the Gu family and shouted: "Holy Lord, you can't tolerate such a big disrespectful thing!" ”

"Shut up!" Xianzong turned his head to look for this person who shouted at him, and when he was dying, couldn't these people stop for a while?

"Ahh

The minister who was standing behind Xianzong exclaimed.

Xianzong hurriedly turned around and looked at Gu Xinglang.

In just such a moment, the totem on Gu Xinglang's face was still only faintly visible, as if it was stained with blood, and it was so red that it was red.

"Take, take this bastard down on me!" Xianzong ordered with some stammering.

The courtyard was full of people, the moonlight candles were shaking, and there were many figures, Gu Xinglang opened his eyes as if he was about to shed bloody tears, and struggled to distinguish the faces of people in the world that was once again shrouded in blood mist.

There was a big inner guard who swung a knife to kill, and Xianzong said to take it, but didn't say to kill, so this young man didn't dare to fall at Gu Xinglang's vital point, but just slashed at Gu Xinglang's right shoulder.

Gu Xinglang raised his hand and grabbed the knife of the big guard, and with a wave of his hand, this young man was thrown out by Gu Xinglang with his own knife.

"He, how did he become like this?" At this time, Xianzong asked the commander of the Ouchi guard, who was guarding in front of him.

Commander tears, this asks him, who is he going to ask?

"Are you still stunned? Take this bastard down on me! Xianzong shouted at the commander again.

The commander really wants to ask Xianzong, I'm going up, what should you do? Behind him, a group of civil officials, can these people escort them?

Xianzong was competing with the commander of the Ouchi guards here, and Gu Xinglang found the book of the military department in the crowd.

Until Gu Xinglang walked to him, he still couldn't come back to his senses.

After Gu Xinglang finally confirmed that the person in front of him was indeed a damned person, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the throat of the military department Shangshu.

Several internal guards rushed to save him, Gu Xinglang's wrist turned, the person's throat bone was under Gu Xinglang's hands, fragile as sand at the moment, death came too suddenly, and the military department Shangshu didn't even feel the pain, and this life was over.

The guards who rushed to the front felt the liquid dripping on their faces, wiped it on their hands and looked at it, the blood on one hand, and when they looked up again, the corpse of Lord Shangshu of the Ministry of War was in Gu Xinglang's hands, as if it had been divided by five horses, and the whole body was broken.

Hysterical shouts rang out in the courtyard.

Gu Xinglang threw the neck in his hand on the ground, because the bones were broken, so the neck looked flat, and it was a columnar strip of meat.

Xianzong's eyelids jumped when he saw it, did he have to kill people like this?

The smell of blood filled the air, and this smell made Gu Xinglang hook the corners of his mouth, and a smile appeared on his demonic face.

"Holy Lord, let's go!" The commander of the Ouchi guard saw the tragic death of the military department Shangshu, and the first thing to do was to run away with Xianzong. Gu Xinglang's martial arts were already above him, and at this moment, he looked like he was in a demon, and the commander was very self-aware and convinced that it was impossible for him to take down Gu Xinglang for the saint, whether he could protect the holy driver, this has to be said.

Gu Xinglang turned his head and glanced at Xianzong, and said, "Princess." ”

Xianzong ......, can you kill people directly, don't stare at me? I can't stand it, I want to pee!

Gu Xinglang raised his hand and grabbed another minister in his hand, and at this moment, the three inner guards were in front of him, waving their knives and slashing over together, but they only saw the person in Gu Xinglang's hand, his face turned to the back, and his face and back faced them at the same time, looking like it was impossible to live, but this person's hands and feet were still moving.

Gu Xinglang threw the corpse in his hand at the three Ouchi guards, the corpses that could have been caught by one person, but this time he smashed the three young and strong Ouchi guards to the ground.

"Holy Lord, please go with the minions!" The commander of the Ouchi guards is pulling Xianzong to run away this time, and if he doesn't run, he can't do it, it seems that the horse master is really enchanted.

Xianzong was honestly dragged away by the commander of the Ouchi guards this time, and the play was played to this, and then it was seen that he was fake, and he didn't have to ask to do it, he would die!

Seeing that Xianzong had run away, many ministers followed behind Xianzong, but the only person that the Ouchi guards had to protect at this time was Xianzong, so they were separated between Xianzong and the ministers, one side wanted to follow, and the other side hoped for more obstacles to block Gu Xinglang's footsteps, so at that moment, there were many ministers who were pushed to the ground by the Ouchi guards.

"Go and transfer troops!" Xianzong ran out of the front yard of the imperial study, and ordered loudly: "Go and transfer the Praetorian Guard!" ”

Immediately, a large inner guard with a sword in his hand rushed towards the Praetorian Guards' station in the Imperial Palace.

At the same time, Gu Xinglang reversed, and after the news of the murder in the imperial palace came out of the palace gate, it spread throughout Fengjing City with a thunderous momentum.

Jing Mo took Fu Boyuan and stood in an unlit side hall, watching the killing going on in the courtyard outside the door.

Fu Boyuan was dumbfounded, after Gu Xinglang killed two or three people, the corpses of the people he killed were almost complete, but that's it, the scene in the courtyard still made Fu Boyuan, who was leading the troops to fight, a little disgusted.

Jing Mo stood behind the door with his hands behind his back, and said to Fu Boyuan: "The dead people deserve to die, and there are some injured, there is no way, it can be regarded as punishing them." ”

Fu Boyuan said in a trembling voice: "He kills people like killing chickens!" ”

Jing Mo said: "Well, it's too cheap for these people to die like this." ”

Master Fu ......, why can't he talk to the one next to him?!

"But killing people is to make our own lives better," Jing Mo said calmly: "Kill the damned people, why bother with the death of these people, eldest son, what do you see?" ”

Fu Boyuan was still dumbfounded, unable to catch Jing Mo's words.

"After seeing the earth spirit for a while, I will allow you to choose again," Jing Mo turned his head to look at Fu Boyuan, in the darkness, Jing Mo's eyes were bright, and said: "No matter what choice you make, I promise you that I will not hurt Mrs. Wu in the slightest." ”

Fu Boyuan was stunned and said, "What, what? ”

Jing Mo smiled and said, "I'll give you another chance to regret it, but after this time, if you are capricious, even if you have the princess to protect you, I will definitely punish your entire Fu family." ”

"I ......"

"I, Jing Mo, always do what I say," Jing Mo reached out and patted Fu Boyuan's shoulder, this hand was as heavy as a thousand gold in Fu Boyuan's perception.

A word to readers:

The first is more served.