What Wang Yu wants to do, the question is not whether he can do it or not, but depends on what method he wants to use.

For example, this time, he wanted to sit in that chair justifiably, but Xiongba, who pretended to be smart, didn't seem to give him this opportunity.

So when he came out of the Hundred Ming Pavilion, he went straight to the Imperial Horse Prison.

No one wants to die, and so must the old eunuch.

At his age, it makes no difference whether he dies earlier or later, but what if there is an opportunity in front of Ma San that allows him to continue to live?

Wang Yu came to the dimly lit wooden house again.

Compared with yesterday, just one day has passed, Ma San seems to be old again, and his eyes are cloudy.

"I did it for you, and your goal has been achieved, why are you coming to me for something?"

The old eunuch gasped slightly, and said quite weakly.

"This time, I'm here to make a deal with you. ”

Wang Yu stood in front of the door and didn't go in, because the filth that Ma San spit out was too disgusting.

"Hahaha, what do you think I need as a dying man?"

Ma San couldn't help but laugh, causing him to cough violently again.

"How about keeping you alive?"

Wang Yu threw down this sentence lightly, but when Ma San heard it, it was like a thunderbolt.

He naturally knew what was happening in the Zhao Mansion, but he never expected that Wang Yu would actually have a way to deal with his already decaying body!

So much so that Ma San's voice trembled, "What you said, is it true?!"

"I never lie. ”

"How much longer can I live?"

"Five years at the least, ten years at the most, and I won't continue to suffer from illness. ”

Ma San took a deep breath, and the words of Zheng Guo's top doctor, Liu Mu, came to mind.

"You won't survive this winter. ”

He laughed, with a hint of madness and excitement, and no one knew how terrible and torturous it was to wait for death.

Ma San knows.

"What do you want?" he asked, word for word.

Wang Yu flicked his wide sleeves, "I want to be King Zheng, but that one still refuses to abdicate, which makes it difficult for me to do it." ”

Ma San squinted his eyes suddenly, "You want to kill your father?"

"No, I just want to be King Zheng. ”

Wang Yu would not care about the life of an old man, no matter how extraordinary he was when he was young.

"How do you know I can help you, and how can you be sure I can help you?"

Ma San also has another identity, that is, he is in charge of one of Zheng Guo's most secret forces, the Yin Disc.

Unlike the Dark Moon, which is a combat department, the Dark Disc is mainly responsible for infiltrating assassinations and finding out information.

And it was not Xiong Ba who appointed Ma San as the leader of the Yin Dish, but his father.

For him, it doesn't matter who does that position, what matters is the throne itself.

It stands to reason that Ma San should never participate in the competition for the crown prince, but under the temptation of health and life, he was moved.

"Can you help me?"

Wang Yu didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

Ma San laughed, "As long as you can let me continue to live, why don't I sell you this old bone?"

yes, what's more important than being alive?

Especially for a person who lives in hell every day.

Wang Yu nodded with satisfaction, and then separated a trace of the energy contained in the void ring and injected it into Ma San's body.

"Ahh

A terrible and hoarse cry came out of his mouth, and just as Ma San screamed, a sword light suddenly appeared, stabbing Wang Yu's head from top to bottom.

Glancing at the bold assassin, Wang Yu stretched out his finger and flicked it as the tip of the sword arrived.

There was a crisp sound, and the short sword shot into the wooden board on the side, making a sizzling sound.

Wang Yu frowned, the person in front of him was a woman dressed as a palace maid, wearing a faceless mask.

"Don't be in a hurry, he's seriously ill, so the process will be more painful, and do you think the means to prolong his life will be very comfortable?"

However, as if she hadn't heard, the female assassin waved her hands and continued to attack.

Fortunately, at this time, Ma San spoke.

"Stop!"

He shook his fist tremblingly, and actually smashed a big hole in the wooden bed next to him.

Looking at his hands in disbelief, Ma San ignored the pain on his body, and the familiar power was surging up little by little, he used to be a strong man who was also a god.

As a martial artist, it was really humiliating to die in a hospital bed.

But Ma San's identity, as well as the trust of the former king before his death, made it impossible for him to die easily.

Now that it's all back, he is no longer the sick old man, but a top powerhouse.

"Eighth Highness, what a means!" Ma San restrained his expression, and was about to speak when a large number of black oil stains emerged from his pores.

With a violent cough, Wang Yu turned around and prepared to leave, "When you fully recover, come to Feng Mingxuan to find me, I don't have to wait any longer." ”

"Okay. ”

Ma Sanqiang endured the discomfort on his body and replied, but there was an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

As if sensing something, Wang Yu, who had already walked out of the wooden house, suddenly stopped, he didn't look back, but said softly: "What I gave you, you can naturally get it back, don't do stupid things." ”

Ma San's expression froze, and then he lowered his head.

It wasn't until Wang Yu walked far away that he coughed and said, "Go and prepare bath water for me." ”

The palace maid nodded yes, turned and left the cabin.

Ma San stood alone in the middle of the room, he clenched his powerful fist and muttered, "No one can take you away from me again, no one can!"

......

"You're going to the Imperial Horse Prison again? That old eunuch is weird and scary, why do you always like to go to him?"

Since Wang Yu came back, Fu Rui's gaze has not left him, as if he can't get enough of it.

"You'll find out in a few days. ”

After solving the problem, Wang Yu can relax for a while, but there are no interesting people or things here.

Almost everyone has a mask on their face, obviously wishing that the other person would die, but they can still talk with a smile on their faces.

Wang Yu didn't like this atmosphere, but it didn't matter, it wouldn't be like this soon.

Because he's going to be a tyrant.

Fu Rui saw that he couldn't ask anything, so he didn't continue to entangle, and then said: "By the way, Xiong Yan and his brother came to you before, as if they wanted to discuss something, but you weren't there, so they left, saying that they would come back later." ”

Wang Yu nodded, "If you come again, you can push it for me, I don't want to see them." ”

"It's... Isn't that okay?"

Fu Rui said hesitantly.

"It's okay, you can do what you want, you don't care what people think. ”

There are countless female eunuchs in King Zheng's palace, and there are more than 100 concubines and beauties of Xiong Ba alone.

And among them, there are no more powerful than the number of hands.

But for these, there are also many for Wang Yu.

He just wants to sit on the throne in peace, so he uses very gentle means.

I just hope those guys don't look for death.