The strange Tao, with Wu Yuan's heart, looked shocked on the top, and he didn't even dare to say clearly what was below.

Who dares to say this scene?!

"It's not me, it's not me, it's not me!"

Not only Jia Huan was frightened, but King Zhongshun Ying Tak was even more frightened. He shook his head repeatedly and denied it.

However, the royal princes behind him took a step back quietly and stayed a little further away from him...

King Zhongshun's face was pale, his eyes were dull and he looked at the scene ahead that he dared not speak out, and said repeatedly: "I did not do this, I definitely did it..."

Jia Huan took a deep breath, suppressed the horror in his heart, turned around, and did not dare to look at those things anymore. He said to King Zhongshun in a deep voice: "King Zhongshun, this matter is no longer important whether you did it or not. The most important thing now is to send someone to the palace to report to the emperor..."

“No, no!

This is not done by me, so why should I recognize it?

This is frame-up! This is a frame-up!”

King Zhongshun Ying roared.

Jia Huan said coldly: "This matter involves the Supreme Emperor, His Majesty and the Crown Prince. It is no longer a problem that you can't do it if you say it doesn't work.

Now please leave here. In order to prevent the evidence of being destroyed, this marquis will send personal soldiers to take over the place until the palace sends people to come."

"It's absolutely impossible! You should leave!"

Ying Tak looked at Jia Huan with a cannibalistic gaze and said gritting his teeth.

Jia Huan sneered and was about to speak again, but after hearing the royal kings behind Ying Hao's voice came again. He cried and said: "Uncle Fourteenth, my nephew advised you many times, don't let them in, you just don't listen. All the things you arranged are here, how can you..."

"Shut up!"

Before Ying Hao finished speaking, he was furious and his face turned red. Ying Hao shouted and interrupted him with a loud voice, pointing at him and sternly, "Why do you, a scorpion-hearted beast, do this? Say!"

Ying Hao said innocently: "Uncle Fourteen, what did you say? You arranged for my nephew to do this..."

"You dare to fart!"

Ying Hao was furious and rushed to Ying Hao in three or two steps, slapped him in the face, and the force was so strong that he actually slapped Ying Hao up.

Then, with a "bang", it hit the stone steps.

Ying Hao's body shook and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

As Prince Zhongshun, Ying Tak has martial arts skills. Although he may not be very clever, his strength is too great than that of ordinary people after he has cultivated muscles and bones.

The extremely angry slap was not something that Ying Hao, who was not good at martial arts, could compete with him.

"Win, do you want to kill someone to silence?"

Although Jia Huan was confused and wondered what Ying Hao's move was intended, it did not prevent him from taking advantage of the situation and taking advantage of the situation...

"you……"

When King Zhongshun heard this, he was shocked and angry and almost burst into blood.

Throughout history, are there any more unfair existences than him?

But at this moment, he even had a hundred mouths to explain!

Jia Huan stepped forward, walked to Ying Hao and squatted down to see if he was saved.

But the bright redness behind his head and his gradually expanding pupils indicate that Ying Hao is almost out of reach.

However, when Ying Hao saw Jia Huan approaching, he smiled as if he was looking back. He looked at Jia Huan, opened his mouth, and said in a low voice: "You...you are destined to help him, hahaha...

Unfortunately, I just found out that you... you actually had her... haha...

Unfortunately, if I had known it one day, things would not have been the case, and it would have been like this now.

But... it doesn't matter, you...you are destined to help him.

That person can't tolerate you and her...

We should be, one, one group..."

Before he could finish his words, Ying Hao tilted his head and died of anger.

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ps: After this paragraph is over, I must play with girls in the garden for a few days. It's so brain-burning. Try to write less such plots in the future, although it's better to subscribe than to write garden dramas...

If you have a little spoiler, the black hands of several sides will naturally have different purposes, but the effects may be surprisingly similar.

I try to decrypt the secrets as soon as possible and then write garden plays. Actually, I think it is much easier to write garden plays...
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