The world's most favored alchemist

Chapter 159

A gust of wind swept by, and the torches held by the Royal Forest Army swayed from side to side, and several torches were even extinguished silently by the wind.
Just as King Ye's black eyes were searching for the possible hiding place of the person around him like an eagle, suddenly there was a piercing scream from a woman behind him, his face darkened, and his cold eyes swept behind him with a hint of sharpness,

No matter how smart and strong Princess Zhaoyang is, she is her daughter's home after all. She has never seen such a situation before, especially when that sinister and strange laugh sounded, she trembled all over her body, her breathing became more rapid, and her expression became more serious. It is pale and almost transparent,

But the laughter didn't show any signs of stopping, instead it became more and more eerie, and finally couldn't help it, the eyes closed, the side of the head, the delicate and soft body completely fell on the body of the close maid, and The little palace lady was so frightened that her liver and gallbladder were about to burst, her own princess's body went limp, and the palace lady couldn't hold on any longer, she exclaimed, so both master and servant fell into the knee-high weeds, fainted...

Although those big inner guards were all skilled, but whoever dared to offend the princess, naturally no one dared to step forward to help them, all of them watched their noses, their noses watched their hearts, and listened carefully to the movement around them with their earphones.
King Ye just glanced at it coldly, then turned his eyes away, and turned to the broken and crumbling palace doors,

"Come here, demolish all this hall for me."

Hearing this, the commander of the guards who was bowing on one knee to take orders was dumbfounded, a black line appeared on his forehead in an instant, and even the Imperial Forest Army looked at each other in blank dismay,

Demolished?

Is this too far-fetched? Although this Lenggong is too gloomy, but there can be no Lenggong in the past dynasties, and besides, the emperor seems to... can't explain it.

"What? Commander Zhao has any objections to this king's order?"

Commander Zhao's face was even more ugly, and his back felt chilly. This King Ye could never afford to offend him. Even if he was thinking about it, he was embarrassed for a while, but cold sweat dripped on his forehead in a moment. And then, thinking about how to reply so as not to offend the powerful prince in front of him, but also fulfill his heavy responsibility,

Suddenly he felt his clothes tighten, and with his lowered head, his eyes swept over suspiciously, and saw that it was the nearest vice-commander who was also dressed as a palace guard. He lowered his head despite the pain. , looked so respectful that he couldn't be more respectful, but the corners of his eyes were winking at him like killing chickens and monkeys, his dark pupils couldn't help but brighten, just because King Ye was impatient and wanted to kill him violently. When he kicked it away, he hurriedly said,

"Humble duty, I would like to obey the order of the prince."

He raised his eyes, and saw that although the prince still had a cold expression on his face, the gloomy hostility in his eyes had decreased a bit, and his heart was slightly relaxed. He turned around and gave some assignments to his subordinates, and then his face was full of conjecture. He respectfully said to King Ye,

"My lord, it's too messy here, so as not to stain my clothes, please move my lord, the humble position will be completed as soon as possible."

As if confirming Commander Zhao's words, there was a loud bang, and a wing room at the corner of the hall collapsed, dust splashed, and even the sinister smile was drowned out.

King Ye frowned. Fortunately, he was not blinded by the dust because of his quick figure. He cast a cold glance at Commander Zhao, snorted coldly, and strode out of the hall with his sleeves waved.

Then Commander Zhao let out a long breath of air, and he didn't care to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, mixed with the dust that hit his face, and quickly explained a few words to a guard beside him,
(End of this chapter)