Chapter 1235: I've been waiting for it to the extreme

Tai Chi Temple.

His Majesty has been fainting intermittently, either fainting or coughing and coughing so much that he can't hold a pen, and he has asked the imperial doctor and taken medicine, and an abdication edict has not been written for most of the hour.

Lan Xiang was justified in his name, and he could have waited for it.

Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting.

"Whoosh-" pulled out the long sword, put it directly on the neck of a loyal minister on the side, and said coldly, "Your Majesty, write well, if you dare to faint again, this Lord Song's head will fall at Your Majesty's feet!" ”

Before Lord Song could react, the sword was on his neck, and he was so frightened that he almost ran out of urine.

Although he is a loyal minister, he is also afraid of death!

So looking at His Majesty, the loyalty in his heart made him not want His Majesty to write, but he was full of unconcealable survival ** and desperately hoped that His Majesty would write it quickly, and an old face was simply entangled into a miserable old chrysanthemum.

I'm trembling.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound in my ears.

For some reason, the long sword around his neck suddenly smashed into his feet, and it bounced twice.

Master Song was so frightened that he hurriedly took two steps back.

And then dumbfounded!

Hey, for the sword will fall?

Lan Xiang, who was standing beside him, was also dumbfounded.

His wrist seemed to have been hit by something, and as soon as he was numb and his hand was loosened, the long sword fell off, and he couldn't control it at all.

What's going on?

"Your Majesty's dragon qi protects you, the sharp weapon really can't be approached, the traitor puts down the butcher's knife and becomes a Buddha on the spot!" Gongsun Taifu immediately shook up.

Blue hue: "......"

Let you be paralyzed!

He's gone!

So he immediately bent down to take the sword.

It's just that the power in the hand can't be transmitted to the fingertips at all, ego, ego, ego......

His five fingers were like nine yin white bone claws, completely unable to be brought together.

In his last breath, he could only repeat Yun Zhan's mistake and directly held the sword with his left hand.

Lan Xiang's left hand made the sword sharp, and with a "whoosh-", the long sword instantly returned to Lord Song's neck.

Lord Song's body stiffened, and he suddenly wanted to cry.

the groove!

Didn't he take a few steps back, why did Lan Xiang do this, there are so many ministers here, why do you have to hold on to him, woo woo......

Lan Xiang mentioned his true anger, his face was solemn, and he swallowed mountains and rivers angrily, "Your Majesty, write a cup of tea, otherwise your true appearance will ...... Bang dang ......"

Before the words behind the prime minister were finished, the long sword clenched in his hand smashed under his feet with a crisp "clang".

Lan Xiang stared at the long sword under his feet in a daze, and was a little stunned for a while, and choked directly in his throat with the remaining threatening words.

The left hand clenched hard, I held me and I held it, the posture of the Nine Yin White Bone Claw just couldn't hold it back, it froze there, numb like a zombie, completely uncontrollable.

Lord Song was stunned for a moment, and the bullet jumped out of three zhang away, and went directly to His Majesty's side, and said in surprise, "Your Majesty's dragon qi protects the ministers and others, and protects the people of southern Xinjiang, and the ministers are unscathed, unscathed!"

Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live, the rebel thief suffered from the thunder of the sky, five thunderbolts, the rebel thief must not die well, and the royal family of southern Xinjiang will be evergreen for ten thousand years! ”

Lord Song lived for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, and he roared incoherently.

The long sword was on the neck twice, and the long sword fell twice, it wasn't His Highness's dragon qi that protected it, and it wasn't the traitor who suffered the five thunders, and the traitor couldn't die well!

A group of stunned people were pulled back to their senses by this roar.

Uncanny!

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