Leng Yuchen took the piece of rice paper, looking at the words on it in a daze, when he had held the Moxiao Sword, faced thousands of troops and horses, broken the ancient Qilin Array, and the line between life and death, he had never trembled in the slightest, but at this moment he was so trembling that he could barely hold a piece of rice paper that was as light as nothing. The words on it seemed to weigh as much as a thousand catties, making it difficult for him to lift.

"Smack!"

The imperial case is sunken, the rice paper is slightly folded, and it is wrinkled like a white lotus flower under his palm.

"What are you showing me this?" Leng Yuchen's voice was like a golden stone striking, heavy and the words were like a hammer, and he could no longer maintain his original indifference, with a slight tremor in his timbre, and a strong hatred.

The king of Khotan smiled bitterly and said in a deep voice: "The reason why your mother died early is that she used the taboo of the ghost clan to suck out her spirit. Otherwise, even if she passes on the essence of the bloodline to you, she will just become an ordinary woman and will not pass away. And although I named her the queen at the beginning, I did not take good care of her, so that she was poisoned by the fang. I'm also her murderer, you know everything, and now you have everything in control, it's time to avenge her. ”

Leng Yuchen slowly closed his eyes and said lightly: "You mean, let me kill you?" ”

The king of Khotan smiled softly, as if relieved: "This is your mother's last wish. ”

The corners of Leng Yuchen's lips showed a sarcastic smile: "You don't plan to find out if I am your heir?" Don't you plan to drip blood to confess your relatives? ”

"If I think and do this, I will really insult her." The king of Khotan said faintly, "I didn't think much about it because of shame and anger before, but after I calmed down, I figured it out, your mother is a descendant of the ancient kingdom of Qianyuan, and she will never do such a thing." ”

Leng Yuchen slowly opened his narrow eyes, looked at the rice paper that was still pressed in the palm of his hand, carefully folded the paper neatly, put it in his sleeve, he turned around, slowly walked through the imperial case, walked past the side of the king of Khotan, and walked out of the door.

"You should be your king of Khotan." Leng Yuchen said and walked out without looking back.

"Your mother's last wish, do you want to go against it!" The king of Khotan suddenly shouted, "Since the death of your mother, I have ignored you, allowing Yu Tan to harm you again and again, and even kill you with my own hands......"

Leng Yuchen Huo Ran turned around, his eyes were fierce and cold, and he couldn't help but swallow the words that made him come to his mouth.

"Killing you will only dirty my hands!" Leng Yuchen said word by word, his voice was mixed with strong emotions, but the king of ancient Khotan couldn't tell which kind of complex and indescribable emotions it was.

The king of Khotan was stunned, and then smiled bitterly: "I see...... so"

Leng Yuchen turned around and left.

In an instant, he heard a chilling murderous intent behind him, he frowned, and quickly turned around and flashed. However, the other party did not allow him to have a chance to breathe, and the sword was like the wind, wrapped in the ruthlessness and cold that penetrated the people, and slashed horizontally towards Leng Yu.

In an instant, the father and son had already made hundreds of moves, and the king of Khotan made a ruthless move, which made Leng Yuchen secretly surprised, he had never seen the king of Khotan use force, he never knew that the internal force and exercises of the king of Khotan were so unfathomable that he was forced to use seven successful powers.

The king of Khotan suddenly turned around, and attacked with a sword in the posture of Feihong, Leng Yuchen was attacking him to the door, but at this time, he couldn't recruit at this time, and he couldn't change his body to dodge, and he couldn't fight the sword with his bare hands, so he could only fist into a palm, hit the hilt of the sword, and tried to grab the sword.

However, what he didn't expect was that his palm could touch the hilt of the sword, and before he could hold it, the king of Khotan suddenly made a move, pressed his palm against the hilt, and then the blade turned around and stabbed himself in the chest.

Leng Yuchen was shocked and hurriedly stopped it, but he had already unloaded the momentum before, and at this time there were only five successful forces left, and the king of Khotan used a lot of skill, which was up and down, and his hand could not break free, and he stuck to the hilt of the sword without moving.

Laugh at!

In just an instant, bright red blood sprayed straight into his face, and a pair of shocked and inexplicable narrow eyes were also dyed red, making everything in front of him hazy as blood.

"You must not go against her wishes anytime and anywhere!"