God of War: Supreme War King

Yi Yu raised his eyes and said, "the material evidence was wrapped in a piece of white cloth."

"The king of war knew that the white cloth came from his clothes..." Shangguan Yuchen's eyes were cold and his voice was dark.

Gongyi's shadowless right hand stretched out three fingers, and then pulled off his clothes.

Yi Yu was still positive, but his voice became deeper: "this is the third misunderstanding of King Chen."

"Is that white cloth really mysterious?"

"The material of the white cloth comes from the king's house, and the king can recognize it at a glance. The white cloth is to show the king his innocence and ask the king not to deny the party." Yi Yu replied.

Shangguan Yuchen was expressionless. His powerful big hand flicked his fingers and seemed to tap gently on the book case. But when he looked carefully, he could find that his slightly drooping eyes were forced to gather the cold emitted from the outside.

She gave the white cloth to the war king and asked the war king not to deny the party? Is it true that her original intention was to leave by herself?

There was no wind in the study, but the candle jumped up unexpectedly, and the light jumped out a glimmer of brilliance from time to time.

Shangguan Yuchen's strong anger gathered in his chest, as if it would burst out uncontrollably at any time.

Yi Yu's voice continued, but it seemed as if there were a heavy curtain, but the things near the eardrum seemed to be hard stuffed in.

"King Zhan said that the little egg that went out from King Zhan's house was pure in origin and good in disposition. It will never deteriorate for no reason. The real evidence of King Chen is this inexplicable material evidence. It will not be normal and seriously humiliate King Zhan's reputation. Therefore, King Zhan put the Reply of the hen laying eggs on a white cloth. The first meaning is to answer King Chen that the little egg is in trouble. We can't expand the misunderstanding and take responsibility It belongs to the war king. Second, it also tells the little egg that the war King believes in its innocence and that it can never be separated between the hen and the egg. "

Yi Yu paused. There seemed to be no sound in the study.

Gongyi's shadowless eyes moved to Shangguan Yuchen's side face. He looked cold and cold, but he didn't seem to want to say a word.

She winked at Yi Yu.

Yi Yu understood, but he was nervous, and then said: "In the face of witness and material evidence, the king of war can't guarantee whether it has gone bad. But since the king of war can't get rid of it, he has to bear the consequences for it. The only way for the little egg to be recognized by the king of war is to wait until the chicken breaks its shell and clarify itself. In the future, if it can't break its shell, it will not only offend the king of Chen, but also insult the king of war's reputation. There's no need... No need..."

Without the command of the king of war, he destroyed himself in Tianchen.

Yi Yu knows the Lord's meaning. No matter what the Lord's intention is, he feels very difficult to spit out this. The cold sweat on his forehead overflows and the words can't continue. The Lord's mission is to guard the Apocalypse array and eliminate the potential threat to the Apocalypse array, but his task is to ensure the Lord's peace.

This is the negotiation between the two kings, and any word will be remembered. Besides, there are too many variables in the war. What if the Lord really fails his mission? The Lord is young, reckless and destroys himself in Tianchen. How can there be no taboo when he spits out such words?

Yi Yu raised his head and saw the Lord's upper lip tightly pursed, staring at himself like a sword, cold against his chest. His face was so serious that he was oppressed.

Shangguanzi looked at Gongyi without a shadow, and his heart tightened. A trace of color flashed on Qingjun's face, but he picked up the tea cup and took a sip, as if covering up his smile that had not faded from the corners of his lips, and his doubts filled his heart.

A little Fengning, her majesty, the kind of oppression she gives people, is no less than fourteen.