"No, I can't afford to lose at the hands of such a stinky old man!"

The burst of willpower in a desperate situation sustained Farr.

"Whew."

Farr dodged Yang Gang's punch again, and jumped for life.

It's closer to the weapon rack.

Yang Gang in the back let out an angry roar.

Although he was not wise, he missed one or two attacks, which made him angry.

"Ahh

A roar came from behind Farr, who bowed like a beast ready to attack.

"Bang!"

Yang Gang kicked the ground with both feet and went straight to the little ant in front of him who was only thinking about weapons.

"Poof~"

Blood splattered, claws cut through the neck, and blood gushed out like a water pipe.

"Bang dang."

Farr fell to his knees and put his hands on his neck, which could not stop the bleeding.

"No, I don't want to die!"

The weapon rack was in front of him, and his father, who had also died in the gladiatorial arena, flashed in front of him.

Bloody hands reached forward, trying to touch the weapon in front of them.

"Bang!"

Yang Gang stepped on Farr's back, and the instinct from the beast made him swing his fist at Farr's head.

"Bang"

"Bang"

"Bang"

Blood splattered, scattered farther away, Yang Gang stepped on Farr's back, and the blood spreading on the ground was like a blooming rose.

When his consciousness dissipated, Farr had nothing but hatred in his heart.

Hates that useless father, who was bribed but gave the minister less.

I hate my friends who usually spend time drinking with me, and I can't avoid myself.

hates the old man in front of him, and he is unwilling to give himself the chance to live.

"Hey, minister, why didn't he even fight back?"

Heaton hadn't trained again, and he could see that there was something wrong with this Yang Gang.

"Your Majesty, we underestimated the internal affairs officer of Yanggang."

The increase in potions for ordinary people is definitely not so large.

"Today's game is so boring, let's go back."

Heaton waved his hand, jumped out of his unreachable chair, and walked in the direction of the dormitory.

The Chancellor's attitude towards Heaton has long been strange, and he used to think about cultivating Heaton as a puppet.

But things were unexpected, and he played unusually well with himself.

An emperor who listens to his own words and has an appetite, who doesn't like it.

The entire palace is under your own control!

。。。

"Yo, Lubbock."

Heaton returned to the yard where he usually lived and played, and a teenager was waiting for him.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty. "Lubbock was at a loss, and there were some things that he wanted but couldn't say.

"What's the matter, if you have something to say, let's talk to whom."

Heaton was noticeably accommodating towards Lubbock.

"I seem to be in love."

Lubbock's face flushed, now he is not the one who peeks at others taking a bath in the future, and he is ashamed to say that liking someone does not affect the cheekiness of liking beautiful women taking a bath.

"In love?"

Heaton's tone was raised slightly.

It's not such a coincidence, but I'm still in love with Najeta!

Lubbon, now only thirteen years old, was summoned to the palace five years ago by the minister as an escort and a group of children.

Heaton had to sigh at the wonder of fate, because these children were all sold by the minister.

All kinds of businessmen, paying money, trusting relationships, just for their children may enter the palace to please His Majesty, the minister is happy, and his family is prosperous.

But for five years, Lubbo stayed with Heaton.

Of course, it's not just because Lubbo has the imperial tool, but also because of one thing, something that Lubbo is moved and scared every time he thinks about it.

Lubbo was not from the Imperial Capital, his father was a wealthy merchant on the western frontier, and according to his original life trajectory, he lived on the frontier until General Najeta took up his post there, he fell in love at first sight and followed him into the army.

But because five years ago, Lubbock's father was officially stuck because of the business channels in the imperial capital, and he happened to catch up with the minister to make money by accompanying Heaton, he couldn't help but think.

His fourth son, the youngest son, was just in line with his age, so he gave it a try.

I didn't expect to be chosen.

Then he used the identity of the emperor's accompaniment to get through the relationship at a lower bribe price.

But he didn't expect that the emperor attached so much importance to Lubbock that he didn't let it back, and he happened to enter the imperial capital to develop, and the focus of business gradually shifted and settled down in the imperial capital.

After all, the money in the imperial capital is no better than that in the poor countryside.

What's more, he still has connections in the palace.

It's true!

After all, what businessman didn't know about that incident five years ago!

The tragedy of the Aria family.

The tyranny of the emperor was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people at that time.

When Lubbo first entered the imperial capital, he was only eight years old, and he was accompanied by the children of other merchants and the children of interior officials.

Including Lubbock, there are five people in total.

Among them is Aria a girl.

Nine years old.

For Lubbock, a hillbilly from the countryside, she, the little princess of the Imperial Capital Chamber of Commerce, naturally looked down on her.

What's more, the first time we met, he didn't even greet me.

A small group of bullying came naturally.

Bullying, running, making things difficult.

Until Heaton sat on the ground smiling and looked at Aria who had knocked himself down.

"Yes... Sorry, I didn't mean to. ”

The little girl was frightened, this child who was five or six years younger than herself was not Lubbbo who she could bully at will, but the most noble person in the world.

The long golden hair was a little messy, and there were tears in his eyes, which was pitiful.

"It's okay, I'm fine, sister." Heaton smiled like a flower.

Had a great time with Aria that day.

The bullying continued, and even because of her friendship with the emperor, Aria became more and more presumptuous.

In the corner.

Lubbo cowered into a ball, and a little boy spat at him.

Because of his father's words, Lubbo didn't dare to resist, for fear of offending this group of people who were older than him and had a more family background.

"Even His Majesty the Emperor has to listen to Sister Aria!"

The boy said so.

Aria laughed uncontrollably, she liked the feeling of oppression, bullying, abuse of others.

"Really?"

Heaton's face was ugly, and he didn't know when he came behind the group.

Even more terrifying was that the Chancellor was following Heaton.

"Hey, hey, who's who taught you to say that."

The minister's voice was cold, and the scene in front of him was not what he wanted to see.

"She—" The little boy who had been presumptuous just now immediately knelt on the ground and pointed to Aria on the side.

"Oh~ yes."

Aria's face turned pale, and she looked at Heaton, hoping that Heaton would remember the camaraderie with her.

"Minister, leave it to me!"

Three-year-old Heaton took a stick from Jona.

"Your Majesty, be careful, don't kill you, get your hands dirty."

The minister was a little eager to try the emperor himself to kill a child.

Blood, all blood.

When Lubbo returned home that day with a bloodied face, he was stunned.

A child can't imagine that such a thing is happening right in front of him.

When the family asked, Lubbo didn't dare to say it.

Until the next day, his father told him that Aria and the boy's family had all been hung on the execution rack west of the city.