Hearing this, Bigan glanced at Wen Zhong, who was being supported by himself, and shook his head firmly.

"Immortal Chief, Wen Taishi is a trusted minister left by the first king to the king, serving the great merchant for thirty years, hard work and high achievement, if I kill him, what will I see in the future to see the first king in the ground."

You say that, what else is there to say in the poor way, Chu Feng suddenly stopped talking.

"Immortal Chief, Master Wen has something to say to you."

Bigan whispered.

Obviously, before coming in, the two had communicated.

Chu Feng saw that Wen Zhong's face was full of blood, and it was very bad, so he waved his hand, emitting a ray of light, and sorted out his appearance.

"Say it"

Wen Zhong looked at Chu Feng, his cheeks covered with wrinkles, shook a few times, and said in a hoarse voice: "Senior, but you want to help me calm the world." ”

"Sort of"

Chu Feng bowed his head.

After receiving a positive answer, Wen Zhong's eyebrows could not hide his joy, a golden immortal, in the era when saints did not come out, was basically a top-level combat power, sweeping away the princes of the Quartet and the chaotic strange people, there was no problem at all.

In order to show his gratitude, Wen Zhong ignored the pain on his body and bent down to salute.

"Dashang has been established for 600 years, has experienced many ups and downs, and is still standing today, relying on countless people with lofty ideals, throwing their heads and spilling blood, the younger generations are fortunate to have the first king's weight, entrusted with the weight of the orphan, dreaming of sleeping, dare not have the slightest relaxation, today will change, the younger generation thinks that they can not change anything with their own strength, the seniors are grateful."

Chu Feng just snorted, he had seen a lot of things, and he had already become numb to this kind of painless thanks.

Shen Gongbao, who didn't know when he came over, said dissatisfiedly: "It's also your senior uncle, how do you call him a senior, and when you call Poor Dao, call him by his name." ”

Wen Zhong's expression was a little embarrassed, can he be blamed for this, things in this world have always been the size of a fist to win or lose. If you can fight, you are naturally polite, but if you can't fight, who will be polite to you.

But these words can only be thought about in the head, and they have to be perfunctory on the surface.

"Uncle Shen, my nephew had no eyes just now, don't blame me, later, my nephew will hold a banquet at home to make amends to my uncle."

"That's pretty much it"

Shen Gongbao's tense expression relaxed.

At this time, Bigan said quietly: "I'll wait to see the king."

Two persecutions, one heart-digging, and one killing the whole family, even if Bigan is a loyal minister, there is a thorn in his heart. If you don't look for the king, you probably won't be able to sleep tonight.

Wen Zhong opened his mouth and did not speak. It is indeed a crime to imprison the king, but what the king did was too much of a bastard.

Back then, when the king was still young, he acted profligately, he was a minister of Tuogu, and then the king grew up, in order to maintain the dignity of the king, he was mainly to advise, this time the conquest of Beihai went for several years, but I didn't expect the king to be so prodigal.

The group rode horses, and on the way to the palace, Shen Gongbao pretended to ask Wen Zhong casually.

"Senior nephew, on weekdays, this king kills ministers like killing dogs, why are you so scared, I heard that you came back this time, he hasn't even been to the harem a few times, he handles government affairs honestly, and is diligent as if he has changed a person."

Listening to Shen Gongbao casually calling himself a nephew, Wen Zhong was as disgusting as eating a fly raw, if it weren't for Chu Feng, a super master, he would definitely beat up this uncle, who had practiced for thousands of years and was so weak that it was difficult to look at directly.

"Ahem, uncle, when the first king passed away, the king was just a young man with a stubborn temperament, under normal circumstances, the persuasion of the master and nephew was ineffective, and he would add his fists and feet, so the king was quite afraid of his master and nephew."

Hearing this, Shen Gongbao couldn't help laughing, it turned out that the famous king of the Great Shang, a generation of tyrants, was afraid of Wen Taishi because he was often beaten when he was a child.

"Uncle Shen, don't spread this matter, so as not to damage the prestige of the king."

Wen Zhong hurriedly added.

"Don't worry, the king was beaten by you when he was a child, and when he grows up, he is afraid of such a shameful thing as you, and the poor road will not talk nonsense."

Shen Gongbao has a very loud voice, no different from a modern person speaking with a loudspeaker.

Not only Chu Feng and Bigan looked over, but many soldiers in the same company also cast stunned eyes. The high-ranking king turned out to have been beaten by Master Wen, which was too sensational.

"You"

Wen Zhongqi's beard was cocked. This uncle, who cultivates to the dog, must have done it on purpose.

Shen Gongbao saw that Wen Zhong was playing with fire, slapped the horse's buttocks, and rushed to the front of the team.

……

In the side hall of the palace, the burly King listened to the report of a black-faced general kneeling on the ground.

"King, just now Wen Taishi led his troops to besiege Bigan's mansion, the traitor Bigan and the demon surnamed Chu fell from the sky, Wen Taishi didn't catch a move, and the nine flew out, vomiting blood. At this moment, they are rushing towards the palace, whether to go or stay, and ask the king to make a decision as soon as possible. ”

When the king heard this, his strong body shook, and the whole person sat on the soft collapse as if he had lost his soul.

I almost dug Bigan's heart last time, and this time I sent someone to kill Bigan's whole family, and the clay man also has three points of anger, not to mention Bigan, needless to say, this time Bigan must come to kill himself.

"No, Lone can't die in the hands of his courtiers, Lone is the supreme and supreme existence in the world, and he can't suffer this humiliation."

The king stood up suddenly, rushed to the side, picked up the bronze sword placed on the wooden shelf, drew it, and slung it across his neck, the whole movement was like a cloud.

"The Great King Must Not Be"

The general stepped forward to stop him, his face full of horror.

If there is chaos today, if the king dies, the great business will really be finished.

"Fuck off"

The long sword in the king's hand moved away from his neck and stabbed into the general's chest instead, bright red blood gushing out.

"Great, King"

Blood spat out of the general's mouth, and the whole person softened.

The king snorted, and put the long sword on his neck again with a cold face, and the palace people who were about to come over to persuade did not dare to step forward.

"The six-hundred-year foundation of Dashang, Lone has not guarded it well, such as the wolf smoke is everywhere today, the war is full of wars, and there is more ambition than the wolf, intending to seize the throne, this is the will of God, not a man-made disaster."

The king sighed with emotion, and he left himself clean, which can be described as unrepentant.

"Ten Thousand Years of Great Commerce"

With a low roar, the king slashed hard in his hand, and a cavity of bright red blood spurted out.

"Ho Ho ......"

Lying on the ground, with a painful expression on his face, the king covered his neck that was constantly bleeding, and kept venting his anger.

At this moment, the high king realized how painful it was to wipe his neck and commit suicide.

One breath, two breaths, ten breaths...... Hundred breaths.

The king found that he had no signs of death except for dizziness and severe neck pain, and he couldn't help but hate his good physique.