Wen Xiu's liver and gallbladder were split apart, and he ran away without his life, but before he could run out a few steps, his figure suddenly became sluggish. He lowered his head with difficulty, only to see that a big stick had penetrated from his heart.

Wen Xiu let out a shrill scream and held the big stick tightly with both hands, but soon his hands lost strength and hung down. His head tilted to the side, he twitched a few times, and died!

Seeing that the overall situation was settled, Zhou Zishan finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

At this moment, the phone in Wen Xiu's pocket rang urgently. Qisha went over to take out the phone and connected it directly. Wen An's urgent voice rang out:

"Xiu'er, something happened here in the camp. You should immediately lead your troops back to the rescue!"

Qisha chuckled and said, "It's a pity that Wen Xiu can't go back. If you want his body, I can fulfill your wish!"

"Who are you? How come you have my son's phone in your hand?" Wen An screamed in horror.

Qisha spoke word by word: "God's punishment, Qisha!"

There was no sound on the phone for a while.

Qisha exerted slight force on his right hand, and the phone was crushed into a ball by him.

On the other end of the phone, Wen An was holding the phone, his face pale and his expression dull.

Hearing Qisha's voice, Wen An already understood that his son was doomed, and without Wen Xiu's rescue, he would be doomed as well.

At this time, Chen Yang looked at Wen An and smiled and said, "I said your son will never come back. Do you believe it now?"

Knowing that the situation was over, Wen An no longer dared to be arrogant. He looked at Chen Yang and said with a smile: "Lord Pojun, I surrender. I am willing to surrender to you, attack the imperial capital with you, and kill Zhou Yun.

I'll help you get up..."

"Haha..." As soon as Wen An finished speaking, Chen Yang burst into laughter: "Do you think I am a rebellious minister and traitor like you?

Let me tell you, I'm not, I have no interest in that bullshit imperial power, do you understand?"

Wen An's face changed and he quickly said: "Master Pojun, as long as you can spare me, I am willing to give up all my property with both hands. Not only do I have money here, but there are also beauties, and I even have three thousand beauties in my harem.

Also given to you..."

"Haha..." As soon as Wen An finished speaking, Chen Yang suddenly sneered with disdain: "Wen An, do you mean to let me pick up your rags? Tell you, I don't care!"

Seeing that Chen Yang was unable to enter, Wen An was frightened to death. He screamed, turned around and ran towards the outside of the hall, but before he could run a few steps, Greedy Wolf grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up.

Wen An struggled desperately, but couldn't break free from Greedy Wolf's control. Wen An looked at Chen Yang and screamed:

"Lord Pojun, please spare my life!"

Chen Yang looked at Wen An and sneered: "When you plotted against my Zishan, your end was already destined, that is death!"

Chen Yang said as he raised the sword in his hand.

"Chen Yang, you can't kill me!" Wen An looked at Chen Yang and screamed: "To tell you the truth, my intention to target Zhou Zishan this time was not my intention, but the arrangement of the King of Daxia Town."

"You said the mastermind behind this was Zhou Heng?" Chen Yang looked at Wen An, his eyebrows suddenly raised.

"Yes, it's the King of the Town." Seeing Chen Yang stop, a look of pride appeared on Wen An's face:

"That's right, everything that happened this time was planned by the Prince of Zhen. I am also a member of the Prince of Zhen. If you dare to kill me, the Prince will never spare you."

Chen Yang laughed: "Do you think I'm afraid of that Zhou Heng?"

Wen An sneered and said: "You may not be afraid of meeting the prince, but if all your relatives are in the hands of the prince, do you think you would still dare to fight him?"

Chen Yang's eyes suddenly narrowed.


Chapter completed!