A side hall in the Chengdu Imperial Palace.

King Nanjiang was wrapped in a black robe and stood straight on the high platform, squinting his eyes, and the corners of his mouth showed a sneer, looking at the few people kneeling under the stage with mockery.

"In that case, the mission has failed?"

After saying this, King Nanjiang's black robe waved, and in the side hall where the light was originally extremely dim, it was once again covered with a black veil.

After the black veil fell, half of King Nanjiang's cheeks were exposed.

I saw that there was a long scar on the half of King Nanjiang's cheek, and with the dead fish eyes of King Nanjiang, he sat lazily on the main seat, and there was a faint trace of anger on his sneering face.

"Since the mission has failed, how dare you come to see Lone? How? Aren't Lone's knife fast enough? ”

In this sentence, there was a touch of indifference like an iceberg, which made the expressions of several people kneeling in the audience suddenly panic, and one of them even trembled, as if he was about to pee out his pants in fright.

"Lord, Lord."

"Don't call Lone Master, Lone is your general, you know?"

The king of Nanjiang roared, and the dead fish glared at the person who spoke, and wherever his eyes went, the man was so frightened that he immediately buried his head deeply, not daring to raise his head and make any eye contact with the king of Nanjiang.

"Heh, Lone knows, compared to Lone, that ghostly old guy is your real general, but you have to know one thing, that old guy's current life can be destroyed by turning his hand, just like pinching an ant to death, understand?"

King Nanjiang's voice gradually became grim, and the expression on the half of his exposed cheeks began to slowly distort, and his hideous expression glared angrily at the few people kneeling under the stage.

A long silence ensued.

Then a person kneeling in the center of the stage raised his head cautiously, but he saw that the figure of the king of Nanjiang had long disappeared from the main seat on the stage, and just when he was puzzled, a voice came from behind him.

"What are you looking at?"

This indifferent and ruthless voice made this person's body subconsciously tremble, and then lowered his head and said in a deep voice

"Lord."

However, when he said this, the side hall fell into silence again.

"Hahahahahahahaha

Suddenly, the king of Nanjiang laughed hideously, and after he finished laughing, the man's body also involuntarily relaxed, but as soon as he relaxed, he only felt some coolness coming from his neck.

Although he didn't see it, he could clearly feel that it was a long knife on his neck, and the blade was only two or three centimeters away from his neck.

In other words, King Nanjiang only needs to lift it slightly at this time, and his neck, including him, will end up in another fate.

couldn't help but swallow his saliva, his current body didn't dare to move at all, although if he resisted now, relying on his cultivation, he could seize a glimmer of life.

It's just that for the king of Nanjiang, a person of his status has always lost the will of the dead man.

By the side of King Nanjiang, when King Nanjiang treated them like this, he felt what it meant to be afraid of death.

However, over time, he suddenly felt the coolness on his neck disappear, and after a few seconds, he realized that King Nanjiang didn't know when he was standing on the stage again.

The long knife in his hand was inserted into the ground, and the hand of the king of Nanjiang was on the handle of the knife, and there was no emotional flow in the eyes of a pair of dead fish, and all that could be seen was an endless dead silence.

"You are terrible, you will always become, that old guy, will eventually come to the end of his life."

After King Nanjiang spit out these words flatly, the long knife in his hand was thrown casually, and the long knife was directly inserted into the floor in front of the person.

"At that time, in the face of the encirclement and suppression of the Three Kingdoms, only by coming forward alone can you protect the remnants of your heavenly ways, and you must also keep this matter firmly in mind."

After saying this, King Nanjiang didn't pay attention to the reaction of the people kneeling in the audience, but just waved his hand slightly, looking a little tired, and said in a somewhat impatient tone

"Get out of here, go down and get punished yourself, I'm tired of it."

When King Nanjiang's voice landed, these people kneeling under the stage all kowtowed vigorously to the stage, and then got up and walked out of the hall quickly.

When they came out and watched the twilight in the sky reflect on their faces, they realized that their bodies had already been soaked in cold sweat.

That person's appearance as if he had been amnestied, his breath was still breathless, and he didn't dare to look back at this side hall, his heart was full of two words for the king of Nanjiang, the word demon was enough to describe.

The King of Nanjiang is a demon, a terrible demon for whom they have to serve their allegiance.

"Captain, us?"

A female voice came out from the people on the side, but this female voice is a little pleasant to hear now, but the uncontrollable trembling in the words still makes everyone afraid of King Nanjiang.

The man closed his eyes, and after a long sigh of relief, he stabilized his body, at least he no longer trembled as before.

He opened his eyes, took a greedy breath of air, and then said in a somewhat gloomy tone

"Go and receive the punishment, it's a blessing to be able to pick up a life from the Lord."

Everyone on the side also nodded subconsciously at the captain's words.

Yes, they were in the side hall at that time, but they really felt what it was called the feeling of hanging by a thread, even if they had been on an assassination mission for so many years, but in front of the king of Nanjiang, they would always experience what the feelings of those who had been assassinated by them were like to them before they died.

Helpless, afraid, afraid.

These three were originally the feelings they had always thought had disappeared from them, but when they faced the King of Nanjiang, they realized that they had never lost these three feelings from beginning to end.

It's just that they hid it too deeply, and they deceived themselves deeply.

Especially when their own captain was held on the neck by the long knife of the King of Nanjiang, the panic in their bodies and eyes made those souls who had been killed by them come back to life, and they might be surprised by this.

It turns out that the killer members of the Tiansha Organization, who are as famous as Mawei and famous in the three southern countries, will they be afraid of being like this?

Yes, they don't know that they can reach such a level of fear for a person.

The King of Nanjiang, in a sense, is far more unfathomable than the general.

After these people walked away, in the dim side hall, King Nanjiang's eyes shrank sharply as if he didn't know who he saw, and said in a somewhat unbelievable tone

"You've been here all this time?"

Following the sight of King Nanjiang at this time, he could only see that in the corner of the side hall, where the light was not shining, a looming figure was there.

A rather hoarse voice came from there.

"The old man was here just now, and he saw what just happened clearly."

After hearing this, King Nanjiang's expression softened for some reason, he snorted coldly, squinted at the corner, and said coldly

"What if you see it? It's as easy as pinching an ant to death, isn't it? ”

This threatening sentence was heard by the rickety body in the shadows, and he actually laughed, but his laughter was like a gong and drum that missed a gap, and it was impossible not to feel harsh when he heard it.

"Your voice, Lone is tired of hearing it."

King Nanjiang took a deep breath, stared there with his eyes, and continued with some mockery

"Sometimes, Lone really wants to stab you to death."

"No, no, no, you still need the old man now, the old man is still very useful to the prince, the prince is reluctant to kill the old man now, even if it is the prince, if you want to take the old man's life, it will be as simple as pinching an ant to death, but the old man is also the ant king of the ants, Ji Ji."

When the rickety figure said this, his tone was obviously provocative, obviously he also knew and was sure that he would be so fearless now.

After saying this, the momentum of the king of Nanjiang came up all of a sudden, he stood up directly in anger, and his eyes glared at the rickety figure, but this momentum came and went quickly, and after a while, the king of Nanjiang sat down again as if he was a little deflated.

King Nanjiang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened his eyes, looked at the rickety figure, and said in a flat tone

"Yes, you are the ant king, even if Lone wants to pinch you to death now, you have to consider the gains and losses, that's right, Lone now, I really don't dare to kill you."

When King Nanjiang said this, the cloudy eyes of the rickety figure suddenly flashed with a bright light, and then not long after, the hoarse voice came out again, but this time there was a bit of incredibleness in the tone.

"The old man didn't expect that you would say your bottom line directly, hehehe, at this moment, the old man really has the meaning of having no fear."

After saying this, when the king of Nanjiang frowned and wanted to open his mouth to say something to the rickety figure again, he only saw the original rickety figure in the corner of the side hall, which had now disappeared.

Looking at the side hall where there was no one left, King Nanjiang looked up with a somewhat melancholy expression, and suddenly laughed for some reason.

Said

"What a haunted old fellow."

"Disgusting, stinky crawler."