The long knife was unsheathed, reflecting a cold and cold light.

At this moment, the slender sword placed in front of the three brothers was like a poisonous snake that was spitting out a letter, and the two red snake eyes were like nightmare.

Zhu Gaochi was the first to break the defense, screaming in fear, and Pang Shuo's body suddenly became lighter. He moved his hands and feet clearly and supported the ground, and slipped to the back like smoke.

The second and third brother's eyes kept flashing, and they looked at the long sword on the ground, and finally buried their entire heads on the ground.

Zhu Zhanji was also tense all over. He was really afraid now, fearing that the second and third uncles would be so angry that he picked up the knife and chopped him and him.

Zhu Di snorted heavily, looked at the bloodline kneeling in front of him, scolded Zhu Gaochi with regret, "Get back! Pick up the knife!"

Zhu Gaochi's whole body trembled again, and his liver and courage almost broke. In the end, he crawled back honestly, but he didn't dare to pick up the long knife in front of him.

The prince felt that it would be better to kill him than to let him take a knife. He was a man with no power to tie up a chicken, so he would jump for himself before he could pick up the knife.

Zhu Zhanji really couldn't help it anymore. He had never seen anyone so difficult.

Zhu Zhanji's voice trembled, and there was a chicken bone stuck in his throat: "Emperor...Grandpa Emperor..."

Before he could say everything, Zhu Di was already glaring at him and kicked him on the shoulder.

Zhu Zhanji's face was full of disbelief, his face was filled with shock, and the power from his shoulders pushed his whole body backwards.

"Get back too!"

Zhu Di spoke again, and after watching Zhu Zhanji rolling back, he sternly said: "There is no place for you guys to speak here! I'm asking them what's up to you!"

I'm here~

Zhu Zhanji muttered in his heart, but did not dare to speak. Today, Zhu Di was out of his normal state, which made him at a loss. In his memory, he seemed to have never been beaten in recent years.

But today I was hit hard.

Seeing that Zhu Zhanji stopped talking, Zhu Di squatted down and wanted to pull the boss closer. Later, he realized that the boss's weight was not something he could move, so he stretched out his hands and pulled the second and third brother to the ground, dragging him closer to him.

Then Zhu Di picked up the long knife on the ground and placed it on Zhu Gaochi's neck.

The cold blade pressed against the flesh, making the prince Zhu Gaochi, like falling into an ice cellar, trembling all over, but he didn't dare to move at all.

Zhu Di pulled the second son Zhu Gaoxu and said gloomyly: "Look, the knife is on the boss's neck now. As long as you pull it gently down, the boss will be gone. The next emperor of the Ming Dynasty will be you!"

As he spoke, Zhu Di took Zhu Gaoxu's hand and wanted him to hold the handle of the long knife that was placed on the boss's neck.

Zhu Gaoxu didn't dare to take him ten thousand courage at this time. He didn't dare to really hold the hilt of the knife now. He pressed his hands hard on the ground, no matter how Zhu Di pulled it, he didn't leave the ground.

Seeing that he couldn't pull, Zhu Di let go of his hand and patted Zhu Gaoxu heavily on the back, almost trying to slap his second child into the crack in front of him: "Don't you think about taking over my work all day long? You'll just think about it if you were the boss! Now that you're given a chance, you're going to do it!"

Zhu Gaoxu felt a mountain suppressing him on his back. He was so scared that he was already full of tears. His face was covered with mud and his voice was trembling: "Dad, dad...I don't...I don't want to kill my elder brother...I don't want to be...I don't..."

Zhu Di pressed Lao Er's head and said with a gloomy face: "Li Lao Er said this back then, what did he do in the end! You, Lao Er, can probably do it like that!"

When Zhu Gaoxu heard this, almost all the bile in his stomach was frightened and flowed backwards. He opened his mouth but could only make a hoarse hissing sound, and finally he could only shake his head with great strength.

Zhu Di ignored it and said to the third brother Zhu Gaosui: "You boy has a gloomy face all day long, and no one knows what you are thinking. Now I'll give you a chance, come!"

As soon as Zhu Di finished speaking, Zhu Gaosui was already lying on the ground, his head hitting heavily on the ground.

Zhu Di looked at the third brother with contempt, and then the long knife blade in his hand finally left the eldest brother's neck.

The cold that had spread on his neck disappeared all the time. Zhu Gaochi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and he lay on the ground as if he was deflated.

However, this was not over yet. Zhu Di actually grabbed the second son Zhu Gaoxu's body, and the tip of the long sword pressed against the second son's heart.

Zhu Di pulled the boss Zhu Gaochi and said, "Come on, I know you don't have the strength, so I will help you. As long as you hit it, the tip of the knife can penetrate into the second child's heart.

After killing the second child, kill the third child again, so that you can sleep well in the future and you can no longer worry about anything! Come! The prince of the Ming Dynasty! Come!"

Zhu Gaochi's hands were hanging in the air, trembling, and his already pale face turned pale at this time, and there was no blood in sight.

Beads of sweat the size of beans kept oozing out from Zhu Gaochi's face, gradually gathering together and falling to the ground.

Zhu Zhanji, who was standing beside him, looked at the three of them with terrible looks and turned his face with heartache. He knew that he could not speak today, and now he could only choose to ignore it.

Seeing that the boss had no idea of ​​trying to do something, Zhu Di snorted in dissatisfaction, withdrew his long sword and inserted it heavily on the ground.

With a tingling sound, the long knife actually penetrated deeply into the brick crack.

The blade as thin as a cicada's wing was swaying slightly in the air. In front of the three brothers of the Zhu family, the blade was like a death-capable sword peak, and it would fall down at any time and kill the three of them.

Zhu Di finally stood up, put his hands on his hips and looked down at his three sons: "Since I don't want to be the first to do it, then I will give you the last chance now, the knife is in front of you, and the last person left is my future emperor of the Ming Dynasty!"

The three Zhu Gaochi and his brothers immediately bowed their bodies and lay on the ground. They didn't dare to raise their heads, let alone get close to the long knife that was inserted into the ground, close to them.

"You don't dare now?" Zhu Di mocked: "Why? When I arrived in front of me, they all became little chickens? What about the ruthlessness outside on weekdays? Where are the brave men who fight to death outside?"

The three brothers Zhu Gaochi still bowed their heads and said nothing.

Zhu Di hummed and said, "I'm not dead yet!

Do you just want to be my position?

You are brothers! They are brothers with blood and love! They are born from a mother's belly!

As long as you guys are here, no one is allowed to kill him for this position of Luo Shizi!"

The three brothers kept kowtowing, as if they were expressing themselves as if they had heard it.
Chapter completed!