Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

How can you give up your principles with a little favor?

Since the death of his mother and concubine, he was sent to the Asura Field.

In his heart, Emperor Jin Xuan was no longer his father.

There is only a relationship between using and being used...

The gate of Huanyang Palace was closed tightly, and the disciples of Wuyanmen held five kinds of divine crossbows and pointed at the gate of Huanyang Palace, [

As long as Gong Yanmo gives an order, the five divine crossbows will be launched.

No one in this world can withstand the combined attack of the five artifacts.

Gong Yanmo narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly raised his palm——

"Squeak!"

The heavy palace door suddenly opened by itself.

The figure of a shadow guard appeared, bowed and said: "Long live, invite the Eighth Prince to enter."

A dark light flashed in Gong Yanmo's eyes, without saying a word, he walked in.

"My lord, be careful of fraud."

Mi Min, Lan Yan and the others stopped them one after another.

The shadow guard didn't raise his head, he continued: "All the generals can also enter together."

With this sentence, the generals will feel relieved.

They rushed in together with Gong Yanmo.

Huanyang Palace is not big, and Emperor Jin Xuan is sitting on a carved chair.

The expression is still calm, and the clothes are neat.

Beside him stood the trembling Empress Beigong.

At this moment, the Empress of Beigong has long lost that graceful and luxurious demeanor, and the expression on her face is both startled and frightened.

Surrounding them were the eighteen hidden guards of Emperor Jinxuan.

These Eighteen Dark Guards were dead soldiers who Emperor Jinxuan followed when he was young, they were loyal,

It is difficult to see them on weekdays, [

I didn't expect all of them to appear here today.

Gong Yanmo walked in slowly step by step.

Standing still in the center of the hall, looking directly at Emperor Jin Xuan: "What else do you have to say now?"

Emperor Jin Xuan sighed: "Fan Xiang, you have finally grown up. Your mother's spirit in heaven can also rest in peace."

Gong Yanmo smiled lightly, and said flatly: "You don't deserve to mention my mother."

The voice was not loud, but with a hint of cold sarcasm.

Emperor Jin Xuan's eyes dimmed: "Fanxiang, do you still hate me?"

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