The Regent's Gold Concubine

Chapter 125 The Slag of the Slag (6)
Even Princess Fu'an was shocked by Guo Tianci's hatred.

Even if Guo Tianci finished venting and ran away, Princess Fu'an was still in a daze, unable to recover.

What's wrong, what's wrong!
Guo Ziqing's courtyard.

Guo Ziqing, who had already changed his clothes, swung his sword with one hand, very slowly.

Slowly, as if thinking of something, Guo Ziqing pursed his lips and laughed.

Guo Tianci stood at the door, watching quietly.

"Daddy!"

However, Guo Ziqing didn't stop or look at him.

Guo Tianci was unconvinced, "Daddy, why don't you love me? Even a little bit is fine!"

Guo Ziqing stopped after hearing the words.

He turned to look at Guo Tianci.

"My love is given to my child, you are not my child!"

It turned out to be the case.

Guo Tianci suddenly understood.

Turn around and run away.

Stumbled, fell several times, got up, and fell again.

He snatched the sword from a guard, and ran out of the princess mansion like crazy.

above the street.

Guo Tianci is like a lunatic, he chops up anyone he sees, no matter how old or young he is.

After injuring a few more old people and children, a master couldn't stand it anymore, flew up, kicked the sword in Guo Tianci's hand, and kicked Guo Tianci to the ground.

"Whose child, at such a young age, is so cruel and merciless, it's too wrong!"

A group of people blamed Guo Tianci who fell to the ground.

Until Princess Fu'an rushed up like crazy and hugged Guo Tianci.

"Godsend, godsend..."

However, Guo Tianci was bleeding from the seven holes, and there was no sound, and his body was cold, and grief rolled in his widened eyes.

Do not look down.

Princess Fu'an was angry and looked at the crowd.

Everyone blamed her, blamed her son.

These civilians, damn, damn.It was these untouchables who killed her son, and she wanted to avenge Tianci, and she wanted the godsend given to her by these untouchables to be buried with her.

"Come here, kill this princess, kill them all!"

The guard behind him drew his sword in an instant and started killing.

The crowd dispersed, not knowing who stepped on whom, who pushed whom down, and for a while, howling roared...

this compartment.

In front of the temple.

There was a long queue in front of the stall of a self-proclaimed number one divine arithmetic master Zhikong.

Feng Mowu is telling fortunes.

"Master, show me, what is my fate?"

The master glanced at Feng Mowu, "Little girl's life is invaluable. She suffered from suffering when she was young, but that has passed. From the moment the pain left, the girl's life will be gentle from now on!"

Feng Mowu tilted her head, with some meaning.

"However, Miss Hongluan is moving!"

Feng Mowu was angry when she heard the words, "Hey, old bald donkey, I'm still a baby, where did the red luan come from, talking nonsense, be careful, I'll ruin your business!"

"Amitabha, monks don't lie! Next one!"

Feng Mo danced in annoyance.

Feng Mohan gently pushed Feng Mowu, "It's my turn, it's my turn!"

Feng Mowu resentfully moved away.

Mo Han immediately asked haha, "Master, are you looking at me?"

"Little son's order, the real dragon emperor descends to the mortal world, the ninety-five supreme, and dominates the world!"

"Ahaha, master, you are not sure, he is the emperor!" Feng Mohan said, pulling Jun Ang to him.

And rule the world.

It's really laughable.

The master looked at Feng Mohan, then at Jun Ang.

"Sometimes there must be something in fate, there is no time in life, don't force it, some things are destined but not destined, some things are destined but not destined, and some things are destined and destined, young master, do you understand?"

Jun Ang looked at the master and asked cautiously, "Master, is what you said true?"

"Monks don't lie!"

Jun Ang wanted to ask something else, but Feng Mohan had already pulled him, "Don't ask, this old monk is talking nonsense!"

Jun Ang believed it.

Because, he is really not suitable to be an emperor.

Not bold enough.

It was Yu Qingyuan's turn.

He was originally unwilling, but Sanwa insisted that he line up.

Master Zhikong raised his head, looked at Yu Qingyuan, counted with his fingers, and his face was heavy.

"Young master's life, the poor monk can't count!"

"I know!" Yu Qingyuan said, "I didn't intend to tell the fortune either, but I just wanted to ask the master how to change the status quo?"

"This……"

Master Zhikong showed embarrassment.

He pinched his fingers again and then sighed slightly, "There is no other way except what the young master thinks!"

Yu Qingyuan's eyes were slightly cold, but he didn't speak. He turned his hand slightly, and a piece of talisman paper appeared, which was gently placed on Master Zhikong's booth.

Master Zhikong showed joy, "Amitabha, the poor monk will no longer be lucky!"

He got up and entered the temple, and after a while, another master came out immediately.

Sit in the seat of Master Zhikong and tell fortunes for the people behind.

The four left.

The temple bells rang.

A monk mourned loudly, "Master Zhikong has passed away!"

Feng Mowu, who was shopping, suddenly looked at Yu Qingyuan behind her, "Brother Qingyuan, do you believe what the old monk said?"

"Half-trusted!"

"Me too!" Feng Mowu said, looking at Feng Mohan, then at Jun Ang.

Indeed, Mo Han is more suitable than Jun Ang to be an emperor.

"Run, run!"

A group of people rushed over like crazy.

"Run, Princess Fu'an has lost her mind, she ordered her subordinates to kill innocent people, it's too much for heaven!"

Sanwa was taken aback.

Look at the people who are rushing past and fleeing for their lives.

look at each other.

Disregarding human life and beheading innocent people?

Is this something humans can do?
To deal with the enemy, you can use all means and be ruthless, but you shouldn't be so vicious when facing innocent people.

"Mo Wu, what do you think?"

Feng Mowu clenched her fists when she heard the words, "Whatever bird princess she is, today, let's join forces and peel her skin, lest she ruin the reputation of our vast dynasty!"

The two siblings shook hands and reached a consensus.

Holding hands together, the two babies have already flown onto the roof.

Jun Ang's eyes widened. He never knew that Mo Hanmo Wu's martial arts were so powerful.

Yu Qingyuan was also taken aback.

Ganqing, all along, he was the only one who was self-righteous, and his dancer, apart from being mischievous, could do nothing else.

Holding Jun Ang, he flew up and chased after him.

Since his dancer wants to do justice, he must support it unconditionally.

(End of this chapter)