Since ancient times, there have been allusions such as the princes of Zhou Youwang's beacon fire play, and the anger of the crown is red.

And everyone didn't expect that they would encounter such a thing in person.

No matter whether the innocent or the innocent are present, as long as they are present, all the people will be harmed, and the whole people will be killed!

Everybody is going to faint.

Despot! What a tyrant!

"Your Majesty spares your life!"

But they did not dare to speak their hearts, but could only shout and scream, praying for mercy and hope.

The entire temple, the sacred place where the golden statue of the Buddha is located, was filled with wailing for a while, like purgatory on earth.

In the midst of such noise, Zhan Ting's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

He heard the screams beside him, and it seemed that he also heard the roar in the souls of the people cursing the tyrant for not dying well, praying to the gods and Buddhas to punish this unscrupulous tyrant and cut him with a thousand knives.

- How painful should it be to cut a thousand cuts?

is obviously the son of the enemy, but he can't give up at all.

Zhan Ting trembled and stretched out his hand and gently grabbed the placket of the immortal's clothes.

Touching the thin undershirt made the strings in his mind tighten for a moment.

It's winter, why is 'he' wearing so little?

The thought just passed by.

Zhan Ting's pale lips opened slightly, like a butterfly with folded wings, and suddenly flapped its wings.

"Please, Your Majesty, take back your order."

"Please, Your Majesty, take back your ...... destiny"

He was afraid that the immortal would not hear it, so he moved his lips vigorously and repeated it twice.

The fairy had already stepped into the dragon chariot, lowered his eyes, looked at the pale face of the person in his arms, and pulled the corners of his lips coldly: "...... Is it the emperor's brother's life-saving victory over the seventh-level floating slaughter? ”

"But I just want them to die."

"Why? Because, I am a tyrant. ”

Even her voice has a coldness that makes people surrender and die.

Zhan Ting could already think of it.

The 'young' emperor has a bad reputation, and he relies on his good political achievements to retain the hearts of the people.

However, as long as this group of people is killed, then the entire court and the world will be in turmoil and even explode.

As soon as the denunciation of the mountain and tsunami came, the country would collapse.

And he didn't want to be the one that ignited the bomb.

"Then, Your Majesty, let me ...... Die with them. ”

Zhan Ting gently opened his eyes in a dead silence.

Xianxian blinked.

Tut.

At the moment when everyone shouted that they had reached exhaustion, the emperor's final pardon came from the dragon chariot that had already gone to the outside of the temple.

"My royal brother has interceded for you. Remember his kindness. ”

The words fell.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But when the dragon chariot left, it didn't take long for a strange sound to spread throughout the temple like a plague.

"Tyrants ...... Surely They Die"

"Why should 'he' kill our entire clan if he is dissatisfied, why should Liu Yuxian be our emperor!"

"That decree is clearly under the hands of the Queen Mother herself! The guards obviously came at the behest of the Queen Mother, but as a result, they almost lost the lives of their entire clan, which is really, too unfair! ”

"The tyrant will die!"

When dissatisfaction accumulates to a certain state, it will explode completely.

The abbot stood at the back of the crowd, listening to the crowd shouting the slogan that the tyrant must die, and the corners of his lips curled into a slight smile.

And it came to pass.

Finally, he stepped forward and spoke softly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, it was Zhan Ting who pleaded for you just now. He was originally our Royal Highness the Third Prince, but he was framed by the tyrant and the Queen Mother and deprived of his status and status......"

"Now, the poor monk sincerely invites you to become a force for our Royal Highness the prince to overthrow the tyrant and imperial power, and the prospect of the future marquis and the prime minister is only in your thoughts."

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