Bai Xin let out a long sigh at this time, and then waved his hand weakly.

Those little eunuchs and palace maids suddenly retreated as if they had been pardoned.

However, there are also some people who are a little more loyal, who feel that it seems a little unsafe to keep such a few bombers here and be alone with His Majesty the Emperor......

However, before their opinions were put forward, they were frightened by Le Bing's intimidating eyes and never dared to appear again.

Le Bing laughed presumptuously, very proud.

Bai Xin squinted at him and said, "You're Le Bing, right?" I remember you, the last time we met! ”

Le Bing just smiled faintly, obviously, in his opinion, being remembered by an emperor didn't seem to be a big deal.

Obviously, Ilebing's temperament is a normal thing.

"Yes, the fat man, I am Le Bing, Your Majesty, what about your dog legs, take them out and take a look, the fat man, these injuries left on my face and body, but I still have to find him to calculate the dog-day-......"

Le Bing's words that didn't give face directly made the emperor's face look quite ugly, like a street girl who was used up and didn't give money, and was scolded by people viciously.

Just when the emperor was embarrassed, an angry voice rang out violently in this place.

"Presumptuous, haven't you suffered enough from a dead fat man? Do you want Lao Tzu to make a few more holes in your body? ”

As this roaring voice sounded, Wang Hong's unique fiery figure rushed out, and the flames all over his body were soaring, and the unique spiritual coercion of the Holy Rank powerhouse was directly overwhelming people's breath unevenly.

But the fat man's spirit has already been refined to be extremely strong, where can he be afraid of him, and he glared back viciously with red eyes.

"Come on, come on, you come and get a few holes for Lao Tzu again, you won't come to raise turtles......" Le Bing's hob meat table made Wang Hong, who was full of anger, even more angry, and on a fiery red face, a black scar like a centipede was revealed from the corner of his eyebrows to his chin.

Such a scar was even more terrifying than Le Bing's scar, like a long centipede lying on his face.

It is such a scar that makes Wang Hong an existence that is worse than death these days.

He had already found no less than ten master-level alchemists to expel the poison from his body and remove the scars on his face.

However, none of them could make it happen, and half of the ten alchemy masters were pinched and blown out by the angry Wang Hong.

As the so-called enemies saw each other, their eyes were red, Wang Hong and Le Bing looked at each other, and they couldn't wait to tear their opponents into two pieces.

"Okay, Wang Hong retreat!" Bai Xin's extremely weak voice sounded in the hall.

Wang Hong gritted her teeth, and finally retreated in humiliation.

Le Bing laughed without hesitation: "Grandson, alas, don't you have the guts......"

"Enough! Le Bing, there is a limit to my patience! Without waiting for Wang Hong's anger, Bai Xin slapped the table, and the wood carving table suddenly turned into a piece of broken wood slag, which was extremely pity to see Xu Muzhou.

Although Le Bing was not very satisfied, he still put away his smug face and sat down quietly, but the sitting posture was not very elegant.

After the hall was quiet, Bai Xin sighed heavily.