My princess always wants me to usurp the throne

Chapter 109 The Seven Emperor Uncles Are Here

Rong Hao focused on flirting with the beauty beside him, and when he heard what he said, his expression showed displeasure.

But the man looked at death as if he was at home, and continued to add sternly: "With people like you in the Southern Jin Dynasty, sooner or later the country will be ruined and the family will perish!"

This seems to be a bit extreme!
Although it is not unreasonable, but this is already on the road to death, and I don't want to leave half a point of retreat.

Shen Qianxia scrutinized him again, the coarse clothes were torn, the hair was slightly messed up but looked clean, his face was covered with a little dust, and he looked a little embarrassed.

Those sharp and clear eyes are extremely sharp, even in the face of life and death in defeat, there is still a stubbornness.

But being stubborn is not a good thing. What's the use of being slammed into the knife edge and dying miserably, leaving a proud face, and failing to achieve one of your long-cherished wishes?

The crowd of onlookers was reduced by half again, and under the hazy night, the murderous atmosphere permeated quickly.

Most people are afraid to avoid the royal family, and very few people are curious about the bloodthirsty scene.

Rong Hao let go of the woman half hanging on his body, the beauties curled up their mouths, looking at the man near the corner as if they were looking at a dead object.

Rong Hao approached slowly with very unfriendly eyes, "You dare to slander your father's country, dare to insult the prince and brother? It seems that you really think your life is too long!"

After saying that, he pulled out the long sword from the guard's waist, and the cold light flashed by, and it reached the man's neck in an instant.

Everyone gasped, their eyes fell on them amid tension and other emotions.

Mochizuki subconsciously approached Shen Qianxia, ​​Shen Qianxia grabbed her wrist and gave him a stable look.

Rong Hao seems to be doing nothing, but he can still show the aura of being in a high position, which is still somewhat intimidating.

"So bold and reckless, who are you? What's your name? This prince will not kill the unknown!"

"Will you change your name or surname, Lu Zirui!" His eyes were calm, and the initial panic had disappeared.

Rong Hao smiled evilly: "Your remarks today can completely kill the Nine Races, are you afraid?"

Lu Zirui looked at him with disdain: "What is there to be afraid of being alone?"

"Yo, I can't tell that there seems to be some ink in my stomach, but it's a pity that you were unlucky to meet this prince."

Rong Hao's eyes flashed fiercely, Lu Zirui closed his eyes in despair.

Just when everyone thought that his head was about to fall to the ground, the sword was bounced away by a force, and then fell to the ground, the sound of bang was shocking.

Rong Hao was astonished, glanced around and shouted loudly: "Who?"

A gust of wind blew by, and Su Yuan in a dark robe appeared in front of him.

The air condensed in an instant, filled with a cold breath, and the whole atmosphere was a little stiff.

Rong Hao was even more astonished, his face turned pale, his pupils constricted, he froze on the spot for a while, his lips trembled and said a word: "Uncle Seventh Emperor is here."

Everyone realized it later, their faces changed suddenly, only hearing the name of the Seventh Prince was already trembling with fear.

Shen Qianxia looked in the direction where he appeared, and Rong Zhan came slowly towards the night.

The appearance is world-renowned, noble and unparalleled, with perfect facial features and finely carved outlines, adding a little haze under the dim light.

His gaze fell on Shen Qianxia, ​​with a faint smile on his brows, a calm gait, and a rather lazy demeanor.

Shen Qianxia looked away, her eyelids drooping slightly.

This seems to be a bit of a coincidence, the night is getting dark, and everyone seems to be quite free.

Rong Zhan finally stood still three feet away from Rong Hao, his eyes were cold: "Who made you want to kill?"

(End of this chapter)