After he entered the house, he first glanced at Jia Huan who was still beating Lang, but he ignored him.

A real master can see at a glance that Ying Lang suffered only mostly skin injuries. It is amazing that he broke a few bones and could not die or destroy anyone. At most, he wasted...

However, it is not a big deal to die.

When the thin man's eyes swept to Dong Mingyue, his eyes slightly condensed, and when he saw Meng Zhan, who was no longer breathless on the ground, his brows frowned.

But that's it.

He glanced past Meng Zhan and looked left. When he saw Wen Boshi lying limp in the chair, hanging his head and not daring to raise his head, and vomiting blood in his mouth.

The middle-aged man was furious and spit out two words from his gritted teeth: "Beast!"

Obviously, he basically knew the cause of the matter.

Of course, his identity is clear.

The Supreme Command of the Great Qin Army, one of the five ministers of the Military Machine Pavilion, the former Northeast Front Army, the commander of the Black Dragon Army, and the Marquis of Fenwu, is now attacking the first-class Bo Zhiwen and Zhengzheng.

Jia Huan finally gave up Ying Lang, who was like a dead dog, but he might not have looked at the road while walking and stepped on Ying Lang's crotch.

Even though Ying Lang was in a coma at this moment, his thin eyes suddenly widened, and a slender moan came out of his mouth...

"oh!"

Then he fell into a coma again...

Seeing this, Wen Yanzheng sighed, shook his head, and said without looking back: "Go to the Imperial Hospital and ask the imperial doctor to heal the prince."

Jia Huan packed up his messy hair, tied it up again and put it in the crown, then tidied up his clothes, then walked to Wen Yanzheng, bowed and said, "My younger brother Jia Huan, see the deceased uncle."

Wen Yanzheng sighed again, his voice softened a little, and said, "Get up, it's all caused by my evil deed. Don't worry, there's no better thing than him this time."

Jia Huan's heart instantly improved his impression of Wen Yanzheng again. Old Wen's meaning was very clear. This time, Wen Bo took it.

Jia Huan smiled and said, "Uncle Shi, what are you saying? It is clearly Ying Lang, the prince of King Zhongshun, who deceived Wen Bo, who first arrived in Shenjing. He didn't know anything about it and instigated the disagreement, which made Wen Bo think that I was despising him.

People who follow martial arts are the best in blood. If someone really humiliated me, even if the blood splashed five steps, he should remain proud. If my nephew was Brother Wen Bo, he would have done this way.

What's more, when Ying Lang's trick was seen through by Brother Wen Bo and I, he was so angry that he actually sent a seventh-grade master to snipe me. Brother Wen Bo considered that his nephew was a descendant of Rong Kingdom, so he wanted someone to protect his nephew and escape first. He said that even if he died, he would delay the escape time for his nephew.

Although Uncle Shi and Brother Wen Bo underestimated his nephew, how could he ignore such bloody and friendship? How could he let Brother Wen Bo take care of his nephew?

To be honest, my nephew and brother Wen Bo have already agreed that if this disaster is not the case, we will be the only one who can make a fortune and write the Golden Orchid together!
Chapter completed!