The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1637
"What did you see him do?"

Yan Tao's dark and coquettish peach eyes fell on Di Xingzhan's face, quite surprised.

Emperor Star Wars didn't answer Yan Tao's words, he didn't seem to care whether Yan Tao agreed to his conditions.

Just to say this sentence.

Emperor Star Wars smiled deeply.

The smile touched the wound, and suddenly there was another burst of blood in the body, and bright red blood stains overflowed from the lips involuntarily.

"Cough cough..."

He put his palms into fists to his lips, and coughed a few times uncontrollably.

The coughing sound was heart-rending, almost coughing out the heart and lungs.

Good half sound.

Emperor Star Wars barely stopped coughing.

He gasped for a few quick breaths, and turned his gaze back to Yan Tao's face.

The old man's pale face coughed up a layer of sick redness, and he looked more and more depressed.

After this series of coughing, his figure was not stable enough, so he could only slowly lean down and lean on the ground.

Then, he raised his head slowly while supporting the ground, and said to Yan Tao in a hoarse voice: "Back then, the Yan family was at its peak. Not to mention Yan Cong, who was an S-level spiritual fighter, was extraordinary in combat power, but the rest of the elders and branch families They are not easy to provoke. Not to mention me, even my father... It is not so easy to shake the foundation of the Yan family."

Having said this, Emperor Star Wars revealed a very bleak smile.

That smile was old and feeble, filled with grief and helplessness.

How could he have the ability to destroy the Yan family in its heyday?

Not to mention that Mieyan's family is full of families.

Yan Tao narrowed his eyes slightly.

What happened back then, she really had doubts in her heart.

Relying solely on the royal power, it is indeed impossible to make such a big move when the Yan family was at its peak.

What's more, it's just a big fire.

How could it be possible to burn so many people to death?

Moreover, all the people who died were top fighters of the empire.

"It wasn't the royal family who did it. Who then?"

Yan Tao's voice was as cold as ice.

When Di Xingzhan heard Yan Tao's words, he suddenly raised his eyes, and a sharp look suddenly shot out from those old eyes.

He looked at Yan Tao with some sarcasm in his eyes: "What is the difference between committing suicide and committing suicide?"

Yan Tao frowned deeply.

This sentence came out of nowhere.

Yan Tao took another step forward and approached the light prison again.

Keeping his eyes fixed on Emperor Star Wars' face, not letting go of any of the changing expressions on his face, he asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

Against the sky... for?

Emperor Star Wars: "I mean, they died because of..."

"Squeak!"

The cell door was suddenly pushed open.

Yan Zun walked in with a calm expression, his face was full of calmness and coldness.

Yan Tao was hearing the critical moment when he was suddenly interrupted.

She frowned, turned and stared at Yan Zun.

"What are you here for?"

Yan Zun smiled slightly.

His eyes were gentle, and he looked at the locked Emperor Star Wars, his voice was low and sweet: "Let me take a look at my old friend."

When Di Xingzhan saw Yan Zun really entered the door, the corner of his mouth twitched.

It's just that he smiled, which directly affected the injury, and the heart-piercing pain came from his chest again.

He coughed violently uncontrollably.

Bright red blood dripped from his lips.

"I knew...you would come...cough cough cough..."

While coughing, he cast his eyes on Yan Zun: "It's been so many years, you really haven't changed at all."

(End of this chapter)