Emperor will kill

Chapter 115
Obviously, this sentence is a bit ugly.

Blood can stimulate the body of ghosts and make them fall into ghosts. This kind of thing is extremely secret, even Cang Li and Shen Tinglan don't know about it, but he knows it, presumably Lu Yuan told him.

Feng Shizan didn't answer, but met his eyes.

Apparently, King Biaoxiang's body froze suddenly, but he still stood there holding the cup.

The two were at a stalemate like this, and for a while, the atmosphere became even more oppressive.

Needle drop is audible.

Suddenly, Han Shi got up, stood in front of Feng Shizan, raised his wine glass and toasted to the person in front of him.

"The emperor is weak and has never been able to drink much. Today, I will have fun with the king!"

As he spoke, he raised his head abruptly, drank the wine in the glass, and then imitated King Biaoxiang's actions in the same way, picked up the glass of wine in front of Feng Shifu, and downed it.

"Bang——" put the wine glass on the table in front of him, Han Shi wiped the corner of his mouth, and laughed at King Biaoxiang:

"Hahahaha - good wine, good wine!"

Seeing that the other party's face was about to get angry, Han Shi immediately picked up the roast leg of lamb on the table, raised it to his mouth, and bit off a large piece of meat, then chewed loudly, looking like he was enjoying it.

Feng Shizun glanced at the meat, and the gloomy eyes became even more gloomy - the blood was clearly visible on the meat.

It looks like it has been grilled on the outside, but the inside is full of raw meat.

In addition to secretly spreading the sword, he even lured him to drink blood and turn into a fierce ghost. The heart of a tiger and wolf can be seen.

Na Han Shi wiped the mutton oil mixed with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and laughed at King Biaoxiang.

"This wine is simply heavenly wine! Come here! Eat meat, eat meat!"

Then, he raised the roast leg of lamb in his hand and signaled to the other party to let him eat too.

Don't give him a chance to speak at all.

King Biaoxiang's face was even more ugly.

Finally, he put down his cup and stared straight at the person in front of him with piercing eyes.

Apparently Han Shi noticed it, but he just walked forward with a wine glass in one hand, went to the opposite side of King Biaoxiang and raised the glass towards him.

His body swayed from side to side, obviously looking drunk.

"Good wine, good wine! Let's toast the king soon!"

King Biaoxiang stared at him with a glass of wine in his hand, without answering, his eyes were gloomy.

Han Shi jumped forward suddenly, spilled the cup in his hand, put one hand on the table in front of him, covered his head with one hand, and sighed.

"I'm a little dizzy, and I seem to be a little overwhelmed by alcohol."

Then, he turned his head slightly to the side, looked at the saber in King Biaoxiang's waist, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

And then—just hearing the sound of "Zeng—", a cold white light flashed in the room, and the sword at King Biaoxiang's waist was already held in Han Shi's hand.

In an instant, King Biaoxiang's complexion turned pale.

The guards on his left and right also stood up immediately, but because Han Shi was too close to King Biaoxiang, they all looked at each other, and no one dared to take a step forward.

I saw Han Shi holding his saber in one hand, turning it left and right in his hand to look at it, and he couldn't stop admiring him.

"This sword is also a good sword!"

The other hand supported his shoulder to support his body, making sure not to fall on him.

"Today's banquet was not in vain! The appearance of good wine and good sword together really opened my eyes!"

Then, his legs softened, and he rushed towards King Biaoxiang again. The blade of the sword in his hand was facing King Biaoxiang's face, and he also rushed towards King Biaoxiang with his strength.

But the moment he touched his nose, Han Shi pulled him back.

Just like this, between entering and exiting, King Biaoxiang's complexion has completely lost all color.

With such a posture, as long as Han Shi is willing, he can stab his chest with a sword in the next second and kill him!
Seeing that Han Shi still didn't care, he kept his appearance and continued:

"Remember, this sword should be a peerless famous sword. It was forged by a martial artist. It took nearly a year. Every pattern was carved by hand, and it was extracted coldly with ice slag flowing down from the iceberg. Therefore, cutting iron like mud is the best sword."

While speaking, he kept shaking the sword in his hand.

"Gulu——" Hearing that King Biaoxiang swallowed his saliva, his expression was not so natural anymore.

Then, Han Shi turned the sword in his hand again, looked at it carefully, and continued:
"And the material for casting this sword is black iron, the most superior material among irons, which is hard to break. Now that it has been cold-extracted many times, it must be even more difficult to break it."

As he spoke, he suddenly lowered his head, leaned forward, and bumped his head into King Biaoxiang's chest, and moved the sword in his hand backwards to prevent King Biaoxiang from getting the sword quickly.

"Well--"

He whispered:

"I'm sorry, I offended the king, but the wine was too delicious. Han Shi couldn't help coveting a few glasses, so he was a little bit drunk, and his behavior also offended the king. Please forgive me."

Speaking of which, he raised his eyes and met the opposite person whose eyes were full of resentment, and said:
"Since Han Shi is too drunk, he no longer remembers the way back, and cannot escort the emperor back to the camp. Please ask the king to work harder. How about escorting the emperor back to the palace?"

(End of this chapter)