My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 746 2.182 Sting Your Nine Clan

"Is there any reason for this!" Hong Yaowei grunted, gasping, and blushed and yelled.

At this moment he was picked up with two sticks in the opposite direction by a wooden stick and beaten by several young men in black. His back was beaten green by the stick at the same time, and it was painful, itchy, and anxious.

"You, who are you?" Hong Yaowei sighed angrily, only to feel that the person was fierce, and very arrogant.

He didn't want to admit it so quickly, but unfortunately, he had little strength, and he had to bow his head under the roof!

Hong Yaowei, together with seven other commissioners, was beaten with sticks and forced to lie down on his knees. No matter how they roared, the sticks intersected, and the flames were weakened by a few points.

The crowd separated slightly to the sides, giving way to a passage for the prince.

Prince Mo's wink coldly reached out to take over the paper agreement presented by the old man's head. With a cursory glance, he threw his hands heavily on Hong Yaowei's face and sneered, "In ten days, Gu Yao Seeing this farmland, significant results can occur. Otherwise, you are useless to stay! Not only will you die! You also have to wait for the nine races, to rule one of you, and to deceive the king! "

"Everyone can do it for himself!" Mo Lian stared at him coldly, dropped a word coldly, turned and raised her hand gently.

The young men of the Dark Night Pavilion leaned respectfully.

"Look at them! Today is also within the ten-day period! Who would dare to instigate rebellion and kill." Prince Mo looked back sternly, and for a moment, everyone in the entire farmhouse held his breath, no matter how dare Send another word.

Wu Yongyi bowed his head slightly, bowed his hands and saluted, and did not dare to lift his head.

Prince Mo's cold eyes moved to the master of the city and said lightly, "Come here."

"Yes." Wu Yongyi felt a big **** in his heart, still hanging his head, quickly moving his steps and keeping up with Prince Mo's pace.

When Hong Yaowei saw the terrible man leaving, he was about to open his mouth and drink, but a commissioner beside him stepped forward and couldn't help but yelled out, "What are you doing? You people? Dare to treat us like this! The method forced us to study the cultivation of yellow rods, and we will not bend ... "

A silver light passed over the man's neck, and the next second, a tumbling head fell off the guy's neck, pounced around the ground, and fell to Hong Yaowei's feet.

"Ah!" Hong Yaowei slumped softly to the ground, shouted hoarsely, kicked his two legs, and kept moving his **** backwards.

Raising his hand in the middle of the night, he stopped the young man in his hands, and said coldly, "His Royal Highness yells, if there are dissidents, they will be executed together, and they will never be tolerated!"

Hong Yaowei and the remaining six commissioners were all obedient, shaking one's body like a quail, shrinking to one place, and looking horribly at the dozens of young men in the Dark Night Pavilion.

On the other side, when he went to the study room of the city's main house, Mo Lian sat silently in the upper seat, returned to the wind with her hands behind her back, and stood upright behind the Prince.

Wu Yongyi hurried to kneel in front of the book case, buried his head, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

Poor him, a man in his forties, was so frightened that he couldn't breathe in the presence of a young man in his early twenties.

It can be seen that the prince is so imposing that he dare not look straight.

"Give up your lord of the city," said Murray coldly.

(End of this chapter)