God Emperor's vinegar jar is turned over again

Chapter 427 Old Man, Dangerous!

A few members of the beggar gang saw that Chunzhu was still alive, so they quickly fed her the elixir.

Speaking of which, these elixirs were given to Su Qier by Yue Qingcheng in the past, and they were not used for healing, so I don't know if they will work.

Right now, they could only live or die, they pulled Chunzhu aside, and continued to join the battle.

"kill!"

The momentum of the battle in front of the mansion was getting louder and fiercer, and there was no green element warrior who was not injured.

It's just that Huayan and Lou Yuntai feel better, and Ji Nanchang's cultivation level is gradually declining, and the medicinal power of Shenyuan Pill is already losing its effect.

But the situation of the old man and Su Qier is not very good.

The people of the poison doctor tribe are good at poison art, and their poison art is even more difficult to guard against.If it weren't for the arrest, the old man and Su Qi'er would have died.

But they still have other poisons to use. For example, the vitality of the old man and Su Qier is obviously declining.

boom!

The emperor kicked Su Qier in the chest and kicked Su Qier away.

He looked at the injured old Duke Ding and sneered.

"Stop it all!"

With a wave of his hand, the blood-flowing river stopped temporarily in front of the gate of the palace.

"Uncle Yue, have you not pleaded guilty until now?" The emperor walked up to the old man, with the corners of his lips raised, with a smug smile.

He really underestimated the power of Duke Dingguo's mansion at first, if it wasn't for You Chen'er, today's situation would really be difficult.

The livid color on the old man's face was partly due to the poison, and partly due to seeing the emperor.

"It will really embarrass your father!" he said.

The emperor's face froze, and then he said lightly: "The era of the father has passed, what's the use of you mentioning him, Uncle Yue? Even if the father is alive, if he sees that you want to rebel, he will do the same as me. "

"Your father knows that it is impossible for me to rebel!" the old man said.

If he really coveted these things, he would have done so long ago.

If it wasn't for him back then, the royal family's surname wouldn't be called Ye now!

He didn't do that at his peak, but now that he's getting old after decades, he wants to do it instead?ridiculous!

"Using the army privately and leading troops into the city, Uncle Yue, not only I think so, but any normal person would think so."

The emperor sneered, "Water can carry a boat and capsize it. This is what you and my father have always taught me. Now everyone in the world agrees with me. My boat will never be capsized. Uncle Yue, what do you think?"

The old man was too lazy to say anything to him.

This face, which was too similar to the late emperor, was doing the opposite, which made him very unhappy.

"The lost dog, Uncle Yue, do you feel this way now?"

The emperor, however, planned to go on and on, "For so many years, what I have been afraid of is that one day I will feel this feeling, fortunately..."

"If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you, why bother to spit out people's words and look petty!" the old man said contemptuously.

The emperor laughed out loud, with a trace of Meng Lang's pleasure, "Uncle Yue, before you died, you were still teaching me how to behave. Well, I've made a note of it, and I will always remember it."

The old man closed his eyes.

The emperor pursed his lips, and said to the soldiers who were holding the old man proudly: "Is this a beheading gesture? Don't you know it?"

The two imperial guards were sweating coldly, and quickly pressed the old man's head down.

The old man opened his eyes and let out a sharp light.

Even death, how can you bow your head to this incompetent emperor?

He held his head high!

"Presumptuous! You are presumptuous! Do you know who he is! He is the god of war in our country, you are so brave..." Uncle Sang, who was restrained, screamed angrily.

However, no one around dared to respond to him, even those imperial guards had grown up listening to the stories of Old Duke Ding.

boom!

A soldier punched Uncle Sang in the face and knocked him to the ground.

Uncle Sang vomited blood and tried his best to crawl towards the old man, but someone stomped on his head.

"What a good dog, what's the rush, Uncle Yue is gone, and you will be there soon."

The emperor sneered, looked at the old man who still held his head high, and suddenly found that beheading him like this would make him more satisfied.

"That's all..." He smiled.

Knife, raised.

Knife falls.

(End of this chapter)