Xiao Yuanhan's slap not only stunned Hu Yanhong, but also stunned everyone present.

Your uncle will always be your uncle?

How dare this kid say it!

Gulhuang felt that he had lived for so long, it was the first time he had seen such an arrogant person......

"You!!"

After receiving this slap, Hu Yanhong was already on the verge of losing his mind in a fit of rage.

"What are you? Would you like another slap in the face? ”

Xiao Yuanhan raised his right palm and said like adding fuel to the fire.

"I'm going to kill you!!"

Hu Yanhong seemed to be incarnated into an angry lion, and frantically attacked Xiao Yuanhan.

The Susa Golem in the form of Thunder God was just right in front of Xiao Yuanhan, constantly dissolving Hu Yanhong's moves.

In terms of Xiao Yuanhan's strength now, although a head-to-head confrontation may not be Hu Yanhong's opponent, there is still no problem in delaying time.

Even under the suppression of the Dragon Elephant Realm, the Susa Golem in the form of Thunder God can perfectly play the role of entangling Hu Yanhong.

"Hu Yanhong, what are you doing?!"

The man in black turned around and roared, he gave Hu Yanhong the Red Flame Spirit Pill because he wanted to unlock his forbidden strength as soon as possible, so that he could join the battle, but he didn't expect him to be directly entangled!

"Give me another fifty breaths, and I'll be able to slaughter this kid!!" Hu Yanhong's eyes were red, his fists were like heavy hammers, and with the power of the dragon elephant, he smashed towards the Susa Golem in a rage!!

The man in black roared angrily: "There is not enough time, if it drags on any longer, the Beiyi army will soon assemble over!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the black-clothed man led by him directly bit the tip of his tongue, and the momentum on his body rose instantly, obviously using some secret technique!

However, the man in black who used the secret technique did not continue to attack Wang Zhaojun, but directly abandoned his teammates and rushed to the entrance of the frozen dungeon!

He's on the run!

He understands that if he drags it out any longer, it will only be a dead end.

Now, they can only escape by their own abilities!

The other three all understood it, no longer fell in love with the war, and fled in all directions!

Wang Zhaojun didn't chase after it, because at this moment, above the dungeon, the Beiyi army had already laid a net.

All she needs to do is to be optimistic about Hu Yanhong.

"Hu Yanhong." Wang Zhaojun slowly raised his head: "There is a limit to the tolerance of the Beiyi tribe for you. ”

Hu Yanhong also understood that the general trend had gone, his expression was suppressed to the extreme, and he stood calmly in place.

"The soldiers killed in the battle of my Beiyi tribe today were all killed by you Hu Yanhong alone." Wang Zhaojun's voice became colder and colder: "You keep saying that you are for the great cause of the Beiyi tribe, but what you have on your hands is the blood of the Beiyi people!" ”

Huyanhong sneered and looked at Wang Zhaojun: "The Beiyi tribe has always been the inheritance of my Huyan lineage, when will it be your turn as an outsider to point fingers?" If it weren't for you, my eldest brother wouldn't have died under the conspiracy of the Prairie Alliance! ”

"Stubborn." Wang Zhaojun shook his head, raised his hand directly, and endless frost and cold surged from under Hu Yanhong's feet.

Hu Yanhong laughed with a hideous face: "What are you?" Now that the Beiyi tribe has escaped the control of my Huyan lineage, I might as well destroy it with my own hands!! ”

"I won't give you that chance." Wang Zhaojun said coldly: "Three days later, I will use the hangings of the Beiyi tribe to execute you with my own hands." ”

Hu Yanhong's expression changed: "You dare?!" ”

Among the Beiyi tribes, hanging was a special criminal law used to punish those who defected to the tribe, and now ...... Wang Zhaojun wants to hang him!!

"I have the blood of the Huyan family in my body, you are just an outsider, what qualifications do you have to convict me of treason?!" Huyanhong roared wildly, like a dying beast.

"You used to be, but you failed to live up to your blood."

After Wang Zhaojun finished saying this, he stopped looking at him, and the frost spread rapidly on Hu Yanhong's body until he turned into an ice sculpture.

Subsequently, Wang Zhaojun walked in front of the ink dove.

"Do you know why I didn't kill you?" Wang Zhaojun said calmly.

Mo Gu didn't answer, his eyes were closed, and he looked like he was going to kill and chop.

"Because you used to be Hu Yanlie's right and left hand, you once saved his life on the battlefield." Wang Zhaojun continued: "The life he owes you, I will give it back to you for him!" ”

"But look, what have you done? In order to help Hu Yanhong as the king, in order to assist Hu Yanhong as the king, would you rather wield a butcher's knife at your former compatriots?! ”

Wang Zhaojun's voice grew faster and faster, and her questioning was like a sharp sword, piercing the chest of the ink dove.

"I once swore an oath in front of the previous king, I, Mo Dove, in this life and this life, will always be loyal to the Huyan family." Mo Jiu finally spoke, and he said with a calm face: "The throne of the Beiyi tribe is not allowed to be touched by others, even if he Hu Yanhong does something wrong, I, Mo Jiu, will carry this crime for him!" ”

Even Xiao Yuanhan, who was on the side, shook his head helplessly, and sighed in a low voice: "Foolish loyalty." ”

It is precisely because of these stubborn and old-fashioned foolish loyalists that Hu Yanlie was able to make waves among the Beiyi tribes.

Wang Zhaojun took a deep breath and smiled bitterly: "Then let me ask you, where was Hu Yanhong when Hu Yanlie died in battle?!" ”

"When the survivors of my Beiyi tribe were displaced, where was he Hu Yanhong?!"

"Do you want me to say these things to you again?!"

Wang Zhaojun's face showed a sad look: "You are loyal to the monarch and want to make Huyanhong the king, but have you ever thought that the Beiyi tribe will only perish in his hands!" ”

Xiao Yuanhan clearly saw that for the first time, Mo Jiu's face was filled with a look of difficult choice.

Under Wang Zhaojun's repeated questioning, he finally wavered a little.

Loyalty to the monarch or loyalty to the country has always been a problem for the ages.

Finally, Mo Jiu spoke, and a smile appeared on his face: "I believe that Hu Yanhong can grow up to be the king of the grassland who is admired by all people, just like his eldest brother." ”

Wang Zhaojun's face showed a look of disappointment.

"You go, Hu Yanlie owes you a favor, I will pay it back for him, and the next time we meet, I will directly order and let the Beiyi army kill you."

Just as she turned to leave, Mo Gu took out a short dagger directly from the Qiankun bag and stabbed it into her heart with her backhand.

He had a relieved smile on his face: "He is the last bloodline of the Huyan family, I can only choose to believe him, if he is really wrong, then all the guilt ...... Let me take care of it for him!! ”

(End of chapter)