Halfway through speaking, the mercenary stopped talking, and his voice was slightly choked.

His companion patted him comfortingly on the shoulder and said, "Hey, it's just fate to blame you." ”

The merchant looked at them puzzled, "My lords, what's going on?" That Beiyue County Lord ......."

The other mercenary was calmer, took a sip of wine, and said: "It is said that the tree is a big move, and the mercenary Wang Ling has just appeared and attracted all parties to fight, that time the Beiyue County Lord was seriously injured, and then the Glorious Palace sent the red lotus out again, and finally killed her." ”

The wine glass in the merchant's hand fell to the ground and shattered, shook his head, and sighed: "It's a pity, it's a gorgeous time, it's a pity that you have a thin life......"

As he was talking, a man suddenly broke in and shouted, "Impossible! ”

Before anyone could see the figure, the table was overturned!

Those mercenaries were bloody men, and when someone came to provoke, they naturally would not be polite, and they drew their swords one after another, shouting: "Who dares to come here to make trouble!" ”

As soon as he pulled out his sword, dozens of cold sword lights flashed in front of him, and several of them were surrounded.

Only then did the mercenaries see clearly that it was a richly dressed, handsome man who had just swooped over their table and was glaring at them with a pair of eyes, and his eyes were slightly red.

Such a person is not an ordinary person at first glance, and looking at his well-trained guards, you can know that several mercenaries are also acquaintances and don't want to make trouble here.

The more elegant mercenary said, "We are members of the Fengyang Mercenary Group, do you have any advice?" ”

"What you just said is all nonsense, isn't it?" Song Mi, the king of leisure, said word by word, and his demeanor and tone could be seen to be very sad and sad.

"Why are we talking nonsense? We are all real mercenaries, and if we have made a contract in the mercenary union, how can we curse our own king? "The mercenaries are not very happy, even if they talk nonsense, they will not use the life and death of the mercenary king to talk nonsense!

"Impossible ......." King Xiaoyao seemed to have lost the strength of his whole body all of a sudden, his steps were unsteady, and he seemed to be about to fall, but fortunately, the people behind him supported him in time.

Song Mi said weakly: "Let's go, go back to the capital immediately." ”

"Yes, Lord Wang!" The subordinates didn't dare to slack off, and when they said hello, everyone immediately got busy, and a group of people helped the King of Freedom out.

Those mercenaries didn't know what was going on, and naturally they didn't know that they were the top alchemists of the Southern Wing Kingdom and even the Karta Continent just now! If you knew, you might be polite.

On the second floor, Huang Beiyue, who was standing behind the pillar and silently observing all this, looked thoughtfully at the back of King Xiaoyao leaving, and did not stretch her brows for a long time.

Thinking about the look on Song Mi's face just now, it was really sad, that kind of grief was not like learning that a relative had died suddenly, but like the treasure that he had been carefully guarding was suddenly broken.

She knew that his grief was real, and suddenly a subtle sense of guilt crept over her heart.

Song Mi is so painful, so what should Zhan Ye and Sakura Ye do? And what about the emperor and the queen mother, who always thought she was her biological daughter?

Not wanting to think too much, Huang Beiyue turned around and entered Mo Lian's room.