Concubine Huang, I love her

Chapter 309 The little prince actually killed so many people

After finishing speaking, Feng Junlin put away the long sword and left Chengqian Palace.

The emperor sat on the ground clutching his wound, his expression very painful.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" The eunuch guarding outside saw the prince coming out with a very ugly look on his face, so he ran in worried.When he saw the emperor's situation at the moment, he was shocked and ran over, "Your majesty, you are injured, old slave, this old slave will send you an imperial physician." Then he shouted, "Come on! Come on, come on—"

"Shut up," the emperor shot over with a stern look.

"Huang, Huang—" the old eunuch's voice froze instantly.

"Get out." The emperor said coldly.

"But your majesty, your injury—" The old eunuch looked worried.

"I tell you to get out." The emperor reprimanded impatiently.

The expression on the old eunuch's face froze, and then he subdued himself, "The old slave will leave." After speaking, he turned and left.

The emperor glanced at the door and couldn't help sneering in his heart.

Feng Junlin, you will never know why I executed Concubine Ning?
Thinking of this, he closed his eyes, and puffs of black air came out of him, and his wound healed in a short while.

The moment he opened his eyes, a red light flashed across the originally dark eyes, and disappeared in an instant.

"United Front." He stood up and called into the air expressionlessly.

As the sound fell, there was a ripple in the air.

In the next moment, a person covered in black clothes broke through the air and stood in front of the emperor.

"Holy."

"You go to notify the Zuoshi and tell him the plan to start."

The emperor said to the man.

"Yes." The man responded and walked away.

Feng Jun, please blame me for being cruel and merciless, you shouldn't have survived in this world.

The emperor's thoughts drifted away slowly.

When Feng Junlin was five years old, it was winter, snowflakes were flying all over the sky, the whole emperor was covered with a layer of silver, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere.

At that time, although he was suspicious, he was still kind to Feng Junlin, and he wanted to be nice to him from the bottom of his heart, but even though he wanted to be nice to him, he couldn't help but wonder if he was his child, why? He doesn't look like himself?Even less like Concubine Ning.

Especially those eyes that were as black as the abyss seemed to be able to see everything.It seems to be full of mysterious allure, just one glance can make people fall into it and cannot extricate themselves.

On this day, a red light suddenly descended from the sky, falling straight to Feng Junlin's bedroom.

After a while, there was a shrill cry for help from the sleeping hall.

"Ah... help!"

"Murdered—"

"The little prince killed—"

"save--"

As early as after the vision descended from the sky, the emperor came over here.

When he heard the cries for help, his pace became faster and faster.

After he walked in, what he saw was the slumped, bloody corpses of the palace servants in Feng Junlin's bedroom.

The white snow in the yard was stained red with blood, and blood was scattered all over the palace.

And the young Feng Junlin was covered in purple aura, standing among the many corpses, his mouth was full of blood, as if he had just been addicted to blood.

And those black eyes were shining with red light, looking at them wolfishly, as if they were about to deal them a fatal blow at any moment.

"Little prince, little prince—" The palace servants who followed the emperor were so frightened that their legs went limp.The little prince actually killed so many people.He is only five years old!How did he kill so many profound practitioners when he was still unable to cultivate.

(End of this chapter)