Since you provoked me, you have to pay the price, and you can't get over it with a word or two of begging for mercy.

This is Qin Kan's principle of being a man, as for how much this price needs to be paid and when to stop, it is up to Qin Kan to have the final say, obviously, it is just the beginning now.

Countless fans hugged their heads and scurried, crying in the front yard and shouting for their mothers to run for their lives, the most elite warrior battalion in the imperial city was not something that their rabble could resist, not to mention that there was a holy decree in their hands, and it was justified to exterminate them.

In the final analysis, this is the murder created by the Dongchang factory father.

The warrior battalion was attacked from the main gate, and thousands of Jinyi captains gathered from all directions were guarded on the other three sides of the Dongchang lobby, when the main gate was attacked, the fans were collapsed at a touch, and they fled to the other three sides, they stepped on the ladder, climbed the wall, and just showed their heads and were cut off by the captains who guarded early, several heads splashed with blood and rose to the sky, and the head fell outside the wall, and the corpse was still convulsive in the wall.

The shocking tragic situation made the fans completely frightened, screaming loudly like crazy, crying, and the undead fans continued to run back to the front yard, trying in vain to find a glimmer of life, but they were stabbed by the oncoming warrior battalion soldiers, and struggled to die unwillingly.

Corpses were strewn all over the field, and rivers of blood flowed like rivers.

Surrender to no avail, and there is no way to flee to the ground.

The fate of thousands of fans is in the hands of only one person at the moment, and he can only feel happy before this massacre can stop.

In the midst of countless desperate screams, Wang Yue's trembling voice was incomparably desolate and pathetic.

"Qin Kan! Killing people is not enough, but you have to be forgiving and forgiving. Everything is my doing, why bother killing innocents? ”

Qin Kan sneered, and raised his voice towards the lobby of Dongchang: "Wang Yue, you sent someone to burn my mansion, attacked my wife and children, and took my life, did you ever think about the phrase 'forgive people and spare people' at that time?" ”

Wang Yue's speech was sluggish. Looking up to the sky and sighing, cloudy old tears slid through the corners of his eyes.

If you become a king or lose, what can you say?

The young man he could have pinched to death without much effort. Tonight, he dug his grave with his own hands, and now Qin Kan is no longer the hundred or thousands of households who are inferior everywhere. Before he knew it, he had grown into a towering tree.

If he had known today, Wang Yue would definitely have many choices, either to kill him before he was strong, or to put down his shelf and try to get along with him, and never offend.

If it's just if, it's too late.

Thinking of the Mu Bin who had fled to Tianjin, Wang Yue suddenly wanted to laugh.

The factory guards have been fighting for more than ten years, who would have thought that no one would become a winner after tonight, but was picked by a young man who was killed by a slanted thorn.

It is providential. Defeat is also providential.

Yang Tian Ha Luha laughed twice, Wang Yue said loudly with a sharp voice: "I am the elder of the four dynasties, the first emperor relied on the important minister, whether I was loyal or traitorous, and there will be descendants to comment on it after thousands of years." How can you humiliate me? Don't you want my life? The great head is here, take it! ”

After saying that, Wang Yue suddenly snatched the steel knife from the hand of the fan who guarded him beside him, and pulled a poignant knife flower in the air, the snow-white light flashed, and a thin blood line appeared on the neck, and the blood line became bigger and bigger. Blood gushed out like a fountain.

Wang Yue raised his head and laughed miserably, swallowing something hard in his throat, as if he wanted to say something, his eyes stared at the portrait of Yue Fei hanging high on the side of the hall, which was given to Dongchang by Emperor Chengzu in the eighteenth year of Yongle.

The old man's body shook a few times, and Wang Yue finally fell to the ground heavily, his eyes never closed, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have a somewhat sarcastic smile, not knowing what he was ridiculing.

The old man of the four dynasties, Wang Yue, the deputy minister of the Red Pole Court, killed himself.

The surrounding stalls and fans didn't have time to stop them, and when they saw Wang Yue fall to the ground, their originally low morale suddenly fell into despair. …,