The Queen of Salted Fish is an Inventor

Chapter 467 Hole Card?

Mo Lingtian got up slowly, walked down the imperial steps step by step, and came to the crowd. He didn't care how many people here were hostile to him, and he didn't care what they thought.

"Master Wu, I'm afraid you've already chosen a man to succeed me? I wonder if it's King Wu, King Liang, or King Chuan?"

Before Wu was forced by Mo Lingtian's lingering aura to keep retreating, although he was guilty, he put on a tough posture: "I don't know what the emperor means. The selection of the monarch is of course the selection of virtuous people. Naturally, everyone has the final say, whether what the officer said is right..."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the people behind him. They were already in line, and they were forced to force Mo Lingtian to abdicate, so they had no choice but to respond: "Yes, Mr. Wu is right, we naturally A virtuous monarch will be chosen to succeed him."

With a smile in his eyes, Mo Lingtian turned his head to stare at everyone who agreed, his sharp eyes made them dare not look directly.

"This is about to force the palace, so you have made all-out preparations! I just don't know if this all-out preparation will help you succeed."

As soon as the man finished speaking, he heard the sound of footsteps outside the hall.

The ground under his feet began to tremble.

Wu's scalp was numb before, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong, which seemed to exceed his expectations: "Your Majesty, what is the meaning of this?"

Mo Lingtian smiled instead of answering, and suddenly reached out and snatched his fluorene board, and fell out suddenly.

A crisp voice sounded outside the hall, but there was no movement for a long time.

Wu Qian's face paled instantly, and he ran out of the hall.

Mo Lingtian didn't stop him, and the guards in the hall didn't move either. Yan Weiqing calmly observed the situation in front of him, and began to rejoice that Tiansheng was not a fat smoker, not a fatuous emperor like Da Yan.

His Majesty the majestic Jin Luan, the empty land was filled with densely packed people as far as the eye could see.

The imperial forest army in golden armor surrounded the soldiers in black armor, making it difficult for them to move an inch in a two-to-one situation.

Wu Qian sat down on the ground, the sweat on his forehead slowly slid down like rain.

The other people in the hall didn't see the scene outside and didn't know what happened. Suddenly they saw Mr. Wu sitting on the ground, so they ran over to check.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, the calf tendons of everyone are frightened, and they can't stand up.

Mo Lingtian came slowly, stood in front of Wu Qian and said: "Come here without being rude, you give me a surprise, and I give you a surprise, is it worth it?"

cost-effective?

Wu felt that his blood was boiling before, and he couldn't speak.

The Prime Minister, the Tai Tuo and others came over one after another, looking at the scene outside the hall, their expressions were not looking good.

Seeing the Prime Minister, Old Master Zhao, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly laughed wildly: "Hahaha, Your Majesty, I haven't lost yet, and I still have a hole card. You can't think of it, you can't think of it... Hahaha..."

Seeing his crazy appearance struggling to get up from the ground, Yan Weiqing stood in front of Mo Lingtian without thinking.

Mo Lingtian frowned and asked, "The hole card? Who?"

After finishing his words, he waved his hand abruptly, and a group of guards in golden armor escorted several people over.

The officials kneeling on the ground were all dumbfounded, their eyes were tearing apart when they saw the figures of those people.

"King Liang, King Chuan, do you think that if you surrender to me, I will really believe you?" He really treated him like a three-year-old child.

Mo Lingtian stared coldly at the two brothers who had been escorted over, with a gloomy light shining in his eyes.

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