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Chapter 738 So... so cruel!

"Well!"

Song Xuanrong only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and his whole body was grabbed by the neck and slammed into the wall behind him.

The sudden force made the internal organs seem to be out of place.

Song Xuanrong didn't guard against someone moving towards him, and couldn't help but want to open his mouth to scream in pain.

But when he raised his head and opened his eyes to see who the person in front of him was, all his voices froze in his throat, and his face, which was full of anger just now, instantly turned white, and he was forced to hit the wall with the back of his neck stuck When leaning back, his mouth was slightly open, and he felt trembling all over.

North, King of the North?

Why is he here?

"My lord..."

"Where is Ah Jiu?"

"I don't understand what the lord said. If the lord wants to ask something, let him go as an official, and if you have something to say..."

"My king asked, where is Ah Jiu?"

Yan Wuge had no expression on his face, and while speaking every single word, he tightened his hand violently, grabbed Song Xuanrong and slammed it against the wall.

Hearing a bang, Song Xuanrong was dizzy and had no time to regain his senses, followed by a burst of suffocation.

He looked at Yan Wuge with horror in his eyes, and felt as if there was warmth rolling down from the back of his head, and couldn't help saying intermittently:

"My lord, what are you doing..."

"You...you can't...hurt me...I am the minister of the court, the Minister of Rites personally appointed by my majesty, if you hurt me, your majesty, your majesty will not let you go..."

"Uh!"

When the hand on the neck tightened again, Song Xuanrong's voice was cut off instantly.

It was as if a bone had been pierced into the trachea, and the sudden pain and suffocation made his face flush red, but it gradually turned blue after a while.

Song Xuanrong opened his mouth wide and clutched the hand on his neck tightly trying to pull it away. He struggled and kicked wildly on his leg, but the hand on his neck remained motionless like iron tongs. They all seem to be cracked.

Song Xuanrong's eyes widened in pain, bloodshot eyes appeared under the severe pain and suffocation.

He only felt that the bones in his calf were broken, and his chest seemed to be about to explode, as if a ball of flames were burning him, and the hand on his neck seemed to cut off his bones. Confused, my hands and feet gradually lost strength.

Just when he thought he would die like this, the shackles around his neck were loosened abruptly.

When a gust of fresh air poured into his chest, he couldn't help coughing when he was gasping for breath with tears streaming down his face.

"I don't want to ask you a third time."

"If you don't tell me, you will die."

Song Xuanrong was really scared when he heard Yan Wuge's words.

He is not afraid of plotting, fighting secretly, or going to great lengths to plan fights with others, but he is completely out of his expectation for being as violent and powerful as the King of the North.

He really walked around the gate of hell just now, looking into Bei Wang's eyes full of coldness.

He knew that if he didn't say anything, the King of the North really dared to kill him directly.

Song Xuanrong tremblingly said: "Yes, in the backyard, Yu, Yuyin Hall..."

Yan Wuge had been to the Song family before, but he didn't know the names of all the courtyards. He looked at a servant of the Song family, who quickly pointed in the direction of Yuyintang, and said in a trembling voice: "In the , over there, behind the bamboo forest facing east..."

Hearing this, Yan Wuge's eyes turned cold, he grabbed Song Xuanrong and threw him into the yard, then turned around, swept up on the ground, and fled in the direction of Yuyintang.

(End of this chapter)