The god of war of the Empire, General Anderson, is unrelenting.

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Su Kui's footsteps are light, like a cat wandering through the gorgeous corridors of the palace, hanging the relics of celebrities on both sides, on the walls, everywhere, are carved with exaggerated patterns, extravagant and erosive, everywhere exquisite, but everywhere there is a lifelessness.

The royal family is no longer as popular as it once was.

Gradually, they were reduced to decorations.

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Su Kui's strong spiritual power is enough for her to hypnotize any person who is weaker than her in terms of spirit. Yes, all the way she walked openly, the guards saw her face as Julia's, and saluted her respectfully.

Walking all the way to the old king's bedroom, she wandered about like a lonely ghost, and the more she went, the less she saw a human figure.

Finally found it, Su Kui's eyes dimmed slightly, a silver light flashed, she stuck to the door, closed her eyes, and invaded with spiritual power.

The psychic probe quickly fed back a picture to her.

Surprising.

The old king's thin body was on his back, and his old state was full of age, as if he was ten years older than the last time he saw him.

He fell to his knees and bowed his haughty head to a man dressed as a guard.

"Lord Barton, please give me another miracle medicine! I will be loyal to Lord Felix! The old king humbly pleaded.

Su Kui's eyes moved slightly, he held his breath and listened carefully.

The man was very ordinary-looking, the type that he couldn't see when he was thrown in the crowd. It is precisely because of this that it is easier to hide.

"That medicine, my lord......"

"Uh-huh......"

Before he could finish speaking, the old king jerked his body and fell to the carpet, his cheeks twisted, his hands clutching at his chest, his mouth open to an arc that was difficult for humans to reach, and he gasped for breath.

"Medicine, give me medicine......"

He stretched out his skinny hand, and with all his strength, he grabbed the hem of the man's clothes called Barton, his voice was hoarse as if he had been squeezed out of the bellows, and his face was thin and scorched, "Lord Barton, please, I, I will be obedient, give me medicine......"

The man hooked his purple lips, his evil eyes flashed red, he took two steps back and dropped half of the potion, "Lord Felix thinks you're not doing a good job, so this time, it's only half of the dosage." If you don't get rid of that Anderson guy soon, you'll probably die! ”

The old king did not care about anything else, but like a hungry wolf, he pounced on it, quickly bit the cork of the potion, opened his mouth and poured the potion into his mouth, and then seemed to be alive.

The thin and shriveled skin puffed up again, and the bruises under his eyes disappeared, he staggered up from the ground and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, "Yes, I, I will definitely do it as soon as possible!" ”

"Humph! Finally, I would like to remind you, Lord Felix, for those who are not good at doing things, they are always directly erased, you are so self-conscious! ”

"I know, I won't make this mistake again, please Lord Patton say a few kind words for me in front of Lord Felix, please!" The old king grabbed a handful of jewels and shoved them into Patton's hand, and pleaded humbly.

Barton glanced at the precious jewel in his hand, then pursed his lips and smiled, "Well, I will, you side, as soon as possible!" ”

With that, he took a step, opened the door, and cautiously looked out, and saw that no one noticed, so he swaggered out.

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