The cold flames burned on him, and with the sound of clicking, the silver threads tied to Sang Zhiheng's body were broken one by one.

Sang Zhiheng seemed to feel the pain of being burned by the fire at all. He stretched out his hand with difficulty, supported his right hand on the ground, and staggered to stand up with force.

The man's black robe burned, and his arms spread out, making a gesture of embracing the sky.

The color of the eyes also turned into a green color against the backdrop of the flames.

It is like a poisonous snake's vertical pupil, resentful and cruel.

At this moment, the rest of the people in the field had already been evacuated, and only the people from the Marshal's Mansion remained.

Before the flames, the handsome young man stood with his hands behind his back.

The wind blew her dark hair.

Under his black hair, his cold eyes fell faintly on Sang Zhiheng's face.

It was as if the scene in front of me was nothing more ordinary.

There was still a cold smile on her thin lips, and her posture was free and open.

Sang Zhiheng made a gurgling sound from his throat, accompanied by a terrifying laughter that looked like a bird's scream. He suddenly stretched out his hand and actually uttered his eyes.

Strange laughter.

A cruciating movement.

Seeing it in everyone's ears and eyes suddenly caused goose bumps.

"Marson Yan, my master asked me to say hello to you."

"I'm just treating what happened today!"

Sang Zhiheng's eyes were bleeding, and he said the complete sentence in a sinister way, and suddenly raised his hand.

His eyes fell into the flames.

The blue-white flames around him burned violently in a blink of an eye.

The raging flames drowned Sang Zhiheng into it.

The figure was almost never seen again.

The flames are fueled by the human body and are burning silently.

From the initial raging fire to the flame, it finally disappeared.

And Sang Zhiheng's body turned into ashes in this flame.

The place under his feet had burned to a grayish-white spot.

"Click!"

When the last ray of flames went out, something seemed to fall to the ground.

Yuan Jing took a step forward, bent down and reached out to pick up the thin badge.

After touching the badge, Yuan Jing's eyes suddenly tightened.

He turned around and walked back, handed the badge to Yan Tao.

"Marson, this is something left by Fang Zhiheng."

The badge is light gold.

With the starry sky as the background, three golden vertical strips are arranged in the center.

It seems to be a totem.

The boy lowered his eyes and looked at the badge with a steady look for a long time.

The hand holding the badge tightened slightly.

A pair of peach blossom eyes narrowed, and coldness and coldness reflected in the eyes.

"Go and check."

"yes."

Yuan Jing received the order and turned around and left.

He also took away a team of personal guards.

On the side, Fang Menglong glanced at the badge, then frowned, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes from time to time.

It seemed like I had thought of something.

"The head of the family, I am not doing this, and the thief took advantage of the loopholes. I also asked the head of the family to punish me!"

Since Yan Si was standing there just now, his hands and feet were cold and stiff, and his head was buzzing, as if he was about to explode.

And he was sweating profusely.

Kneeling on the ground at this moment, my eyes were filled with guilt and self-blame.

His forehead was against the cold ground, waiting for Yan Tao's punishment.

Young Master Yan looked at him coldly, "If you don't do your job well, just go to the northwest for ten years. Whenever you know how to do things, get back to me."
Chapter completed!