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At midnight, a gust of night wind poured into the crack of the window, blew up a corner of the curtain, and the warm air was a little ambiguous and warm.

The two people who closed their eyes as if they were asleep, each with their own thoughts and listening to the sound of thunder and fire in this uneasy night.

Namofeng always stood at a high place, looking at the huge fortress from afar. The war was already on the way, the palace servants there were in chaos, and everything was about to end.

Namohe, your dream of emperor will fall into hell in the moment of success!

He went down the wind, and as his footsteps fell on the ground, the attendant came back: "Your Highness, the Eight Kings were locked in the Punishment Department, and the signal for help was the third time."

I was silent for too long, and I could not stop this movement.

Na Wufeng raised his eyebrows lightly and nodded coldly: "Call together important officials, gather all the troops, follow me to break into the Punishment Department!"

The moment the Eight Kings were rescued was when Namohe was doomed. Even though he was holding the edict of the throne...

Every stroke is written by the emperor.

But the current emperor was held with a knife on his neck and stared at the prince he had cultivated. In addition to regret, he was still regretful.

It was all his hesitation, his distrust of Jiuer, or he trusted the princess of a different surname too much, which caused the tragedy tonight, and it came to him, the king of the country.

Looking at the lines over and over again, Na Wuhe laughed loudly, and as he smiled, he suddenly turned his eyes and looked at the emperor, his eyes suddenly became ruthless: "Do you think, if you give me a short prince, I will be willing to be your sword blocker for you to protect that guy?"

Isn’t he still Na Wufeng in his heart?

Nam Wuhe always thought so. He felt that the emperor used him to block the gun for Namofeng and let all the conspiracies and assassinations come towards him so that he could protect Namofeng and kick him away until the day of the throne of a foreign political power.

Or maybe he is a completely foolish monarch who has been doing immortality all day long. In the end, the Nan family and the country belonged to Bailiyang so unknown.

In short, no matter what it is, it has nothing to do with him, the real prince.

In this way, how can he not hate him and how can he not be cruel?

The emperor's pale face was mottled with countless folds, as if he had been aged ten years old all night. Looking at the stranger suddenly, he said for a while: "Did you always think so?"

To be honest, he did think that Namo Hyuk was not qualified to inherit the throne, but it had nothing to do with blocking the gun. He also thought that Namo Feng was not qualified, so he would at least be stronger than the prince. As for Baili Yang, he never thought of entrusting his country with an outsider with a different surname.

But it is this series of misunderstandings that make other countries have no country or family, no ministers or ministers, and they are in such a down-and-out manner.

You will be guilty of your own sins and cannot survive!

Namohe put away the saint, looked at the emperor ruthlessly, and snorted coldly: "You have never used any of your thoughts on me from beginning to end. You should have known this day."

After saying that, he waved to others and followed him to leave. All the ministers outside were there. As long as he took this saint out, the next second would be long live my emperor.

Thinking of this, Namo Hyuk couldn't wait to sit on that throne.

On his face full of spring breeze, he was always reluctant to throw away the smug smile. Victory had already made him a little crazy.

But no one could have thought that at this moment, a person suddenly came out of the door and rushed in: "Your Highness, it's not good, the ninth prince has left the mansion."

A person who has always been as quiet as a mouse suddenly moves at such a critical moment, which is not a good sign.

Namohe's expression suddenly sank, his phoenix eyes narrowed an extremely cruel curve, and the vicious light spiraled in his eyes. He ordered: "Those who dare to stop this prince will be killed without mercy."

He left his life to kneel down and bow to him and surrender to him. He was eager to give up with an egg and hit the stone. So why do he have to show mercy?

As long as Long Qianxie is here, God comes to kill people and Buddha comes to slaughter Buddha, what is he afraid of?

The emperor looked at the command like the God of Death, and kept shaking his head, and he was simply incredible: "Man is dead for money and birds die for food, you really don't recognize your relatives!"

They are all killing the monarch and his father, what else does he dare not do?

The emperor was ashamed. His previous trust in Na Wufeng was overturned at this moment. How much he hoped that the son outside would take thousands of troops, carry the banner of rescue, and rushed into the palace. "Even if I don't recognize my relatives, I will be forced by you. I would also advise you, today's Na Wufeng is a defeated general under my command. Even if he has a great cultivation level, you should give up his idea of ​​saving Jia as soon as possible. I have the final say." After leaving the harsh words, Na Wuhe will not delay and hold the imperial edict.

Step away.

"Your Highness, it's not good!" Just as he stepped into the door, another loud voice suddenly came from the outside. This time, everyone was shocked.

"Your Highness, it's bad, the city gate is lost." The visitor was covered in blood and covered in mess. He saw that he had just experienced a catastrophe of life and death. He shouted out pantingly and then appeared. In the palace, in addition to the prince, there was also the emperor.

"What did you say just now?" He grabbed the man's collar, and Namohe lifted the man up with force. His eyes were fierce, his mouth twitched, and he asked with his back alveolar: "The city gate is lost? Are you sure you are talking outside the city gate?"

The enemy faction had been cleaned up by him, even if every soldier and soldier were his, how could he still be lost?

If Li Heng made no mistake in doing things, the people from Dark Night Palace should be there at this moment. Control the entire imperial city and intercept all external forces, so that he can act freely without any worries!

But……

Knowing that Nam Wuhe’s question, the soldiers looked sad and were about to cry: “Your Highness, suddenly a group of men in black and masks came from outside the city. In a short while, they killed all of us.”

The reason why he can appear here is because they need a message!

Although this reason is incredible, it is the fact. As the soldiers said it, tears really came down: "Your Highness, those people said that they are... Dark Night Eagles!"

"Dark Night Eagle?" Everyone in the palace was stunned in an instant.

"Dark Night Eagle, Dark Night Eagle in Dark Night Palace?" His feet softened, and Na Wuhe almost fell down, his mouth twitched violently, and he asked loudly: "How could Dark Night Eagle kill the prince's people?" "Where is Li Heng? Where is Li Heng? Bring him to me immediately!" Could it be that Li Heng has never shown up, not because he can't get rid of his big thing, but because he is not good at doing things, and he dares not show up and run away from his life?
Chapter completed!