Chapter 182: The Nine Emperor Princes are injured, and Xue'er's whereabouts are unknown

What does he need? He doesn't want anything, he doesn't ask for anything, but why don't they let him go? Let him live well?

Why did he have to endure this? How much I regret it, do you know? At the age of ten, my mother sued me to protect him, but what did I do? I, I just went crazy because my mother died, hehe, I'm really stupid, so damned!"

"Leng Wuji, think about it yourself, do the ridiculous things you did yourself, this prince won't kill you, because this prince believes that the ninth brother doesn't want you to die, so for the sake of the ninth brother, the prince won't kill you!"

Leng Wuregret dropped a few words, led the people away, and sat alone in the study alone, thinking about what happened in a demented state.

The scenes from his childhood sounded in his mind, all of them were cold and ruthless scenes to him, one by one, making his tears fall down drop by drop.

He's really, damned......

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"The ...... of the Ten Princes"

Mo Xiyan greeted him, looking at the low cold and unrepentant, Mo Xiyan's words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say half a sentence.

"It's all my fault, if I hadn't fallen for the trick of diverting the tiger from the mountain, I wouldn't have ......" Mo Xiyan didn't say any more, surrounded by a sad aura.

"Say, it's none of your business. Hanluo stepped forward and clapped his hand on Mo Xiyan's shoulder.

This is not the fault of words at all, the enemy is in the dark, they are in the light, this is simply impossible to prevent!

"What are we going to do next?"

Mo Xiyan raised his eyes in distraction, and looked at Hanluo with some confusion.

What are they going to do without love?

"Revenge!"

Without regrets, he coldly threw down two words and walked into the house.

Mo Xiyan suddenly felt the temperament of love from Leng Wuregret's body, and the temperament just now was really similar to love!

"Go ......"

Hanluo patted Mo Xiyan's shoulder, Mo Xiyan came back to his senses, and kept up with Leng Wuregret's footsteps side by side with Hanluo.

Study Room -

Leng Wuregret looked at Mo Xiyan and Han Luo, and his clear eyes were full of murderous aura.

"What are the Ten Princes going to do?"

"Rebellion!"

He spit out two words coldly, and his clear eyes showed a determined gaze.

Mo Xiyan plucked out his ears, and wondered if he had heard it wrong? He actually heard the word 'rebellion', which was not true.

But looking at the cold and unrepentant gaze, Mo Xiyan believed that what the Ten Princes said was true.

"It's a bit impractical. ”

After thinking very seriously, Hanluo slowly spoke.

"Even if it's not practical, this prince has also decided, this originally belongs to Brother Jiu, that person is not worthy of sitting in that position, he is responsible for what he did to Brother Jiu. ”

When Leng Wuregret mentioned Leng Ao, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his hatred became even stronger.

"But ......"

"Hanluo, no, this prince hopes that you will help this prince and must avenge the ninth brother. ”

Leng Wuregret clenched his fists, his eyes were full of determination, he must avenge Brother Jiu, even if it is a qiē!

"We've got your back. ”

Mo Xiyan raised his eyes at the same time as Han Luo, staring at Leng Wuregret, his eyes were firm, he would never back down, for the sake of love, he must succeed!

"Good!"

Leng Wuregret nodded, his hands were clasped tightly, Ninth Brother, don't worry, Tenth Brother will definitely avenge you, you can rest assured.

Leng Wuxian, what you did to Brother Jiu, I have to double it back without regrets!

Leng Ao, you hurt Brother Jiu, for what Brother Jiu did, I have no regrets and I will let you repay it at any cost!