With a strong wind, the fist swept through Ah Cheng's blocked arm and smashed on his chest, shocking Ah Cheng to spit out a mouthful of blood, and he staggered back several steps before he stood firm.

"Your Highness, offended."

Hull withdrew his fist and stood in the hall with his head bowed slightly.

But Ah Cheng didn't hear a hint of apology in his voice.

In fact, no one here looks down on him.

Hull has already calculated this, and when the others look at him, they are all skeptical and disdainful.

Presumably, everyone still likes the original prince, and is very dissatisfied with him, a prince with impure blood who came out halfway.

I don't know what kind of person the original prince was, is his combat power stronger than Hull?

Ah Cheng sat on the luxurious dark golden floor tiles of the palace without any image, panting and thinking, who does his bloodline depend on if he is not pure? It's not that the king didn't take care of his lower body!

"Your Highness, you can't sit like this, no matter how tired you are, you must sit on a chair."

Ah Cheng glanced at him, ignored it, picked up a golden teapot and poured water directly into his mouth, not even a cup.

"Your Highness, you can't drink water like this, you should order your subordinates to pour you tea, or call the maid to come in, you must always maintain your image, your words and deeds represent the royal family."

Ah Cheng is used to living a free and casual life, where can he stand such constraints.

He used to be the one who served, and now he can't even learn to command others to serve him.

"You get out."

Ah Cheng is in a bad mood, and it is not pleasing to the eye to look at Hull, and it is not pleasing to the eye to see anywhere here.

"My subordinate called you a doctor."

"No, you don't!"

"You need."

Ah Cheng was half angry, who is the prince?

No one listens to him at all!

He's not as tough as a guard now!

Hull withdrew from the palace, and soon two doctors came in, carefully examining Ah Cheng's body, medicating and bandaging, as if he were a fragile porcelain.

Ah Cheng was soon mummified.

"Your Highness, take care of your health, your body is too weak."

"Your Highness, this is a medicine to nourish your body, you need to take it every day in the future, you are short of qi and blood."

Ah Cheng stared out his eyes so hung!

has lived for more than 20 years, fought invincible opponents all over the world, and came to a small country that I have never heard of, and was said to be too weak? Lack of qi and blood?

He grabbed the doctor's clothes violently and asked viciously, "Where am I weak?" I can beat you ten by one! ”

The doctor was not afraid of him at all, and said as a matter of course: "You have royal blood in you, isn't it normal to beat me ten?" Your Highness, I am a commoner, I have no noble blood, and my combat effectiveness is very weak, how can you compare with me? You should be compared to Prince Oren. ”

Ah Cheng couldn't help but ask, "He's strong?" ”

"Yes, Prince Oren has a lot of blood and energy, he is one meter nine tall, he has great strength, and no one in the country is his opponent. Not to mention abroad, the best in the world are all in our country, and the racial gene is naturally superior. ”

"It's a pity that Your Highness is a half-blood, which weakens your talent, so you have to replenish your nutrition and protect your body, and don't do anything with people recently."

Ah Cheng sneered, after being injured so much, let him stop doing it with others?

If he was so squeamish, he wouldn't have lived now.

It's just that he didn't expect that his ability was because of the power of the bloodline.

It's a pity that Prince Oron is dead, otherwise he could have sparred with him to see how far he is from him.

(End of chapter)