Lu Haotian's mouth was filled with the scroll of paper, and he felt ashamed and angry, but he could only obediently suck it desperately.

But how could the smoke produced by the burning of yellow paper be compared with the mellow Cuban cigar? As soon as he sucked in the first mouthful, Lu Haotian was choked by the thick smoke and coughed, and tears and snot gushed out at the same time.

Ye Chen glared at him and sneered: "You were holding a cigar yesterday and spitting out clouds in front of me, why did you lose your lyrics??"

Lu Haotian couldn't help but tremble when he thought of his arrogant appearance yesterday.

Seeing his panic, Ye Chen continued, "Don't forget, you also killed one of my Ye family's guards with a cigar! Even if it's just one life for another, I'll kill you today!"

Speaking of this, Ye Chen paused slightly and continued, "Don't you want to survive? After smoking this big cigar first, I will consider whether to spare your life. But if you can't finish smoking, I'm sorry, the first one who died today is you!"

Hearing this, Lu Haotian felt desperate and wanted to survive as much as possible.

So he could only try his best to suck the thick roll of yellow paper, and his whole body was almost collapsed by the thick smoke.

However, he did not dare to neglect any of it, so he could only do his best to inhale a mouthful of thick smoke into his body.

The soldiers of Wanlong Palace at the scene were shocked. They all knew that Lu Haotian loved Cuban cigars, but who would have thought that Lu Haotian would end up today?

Lu Haotian tried his best and slapped hard for a long time. When he finally finished pulling out a roll of yellow paper, he was almost collapsed and died.

When it burned to the end, the yellow paper that was emitting fire directly burned a bunch of blisters around his lips and mouth.

Lu Haotian, who finally survived, looked at Ye Chen timidly and asked softly: "Mr. Ye...Mr. Ye...I have already finished all the scams. Can I spare my life?"

Ye Chen sneered: "Of course not! It is definitely not that simple for you to survive! Everything depends on my mood!"

Lu Haotian completely collapsed, so he turned his head and looked at Wan Pojun like a child with tears in his eyes, and even begged: "The Lord of the Palace... Save me... Save me, Lord of the Palace..."

Wan Pojun's heart was also full of despair at this time.

I never dreamed that this would be the case when I went to Yeling Mountain today.

He looked at Lu Haotian's painful and desperate appearance, and then thought of Ye Chen's extremely powerful strength, and his heart was already dead.

He knew that he had no hope of taking revenge.

So he swallowed, his tone was respectful, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Ye Chen...please let him go! If you let him go, my Wanlong Palace will immediately evacuate. In this life, I will no longer be against the Ye family!"

Ye Chen seemed to hear a huge joke and laughed: "Wan Pojun! Do you think my Ye family's ancestral tomb is a place where you can come whenever you want and go whenever you want?"

Wan Pojun gritted his teeth and asked him: "What do you want?"

Ye Chen sneered: "What I want is to treat someone's body with his own way!"

Wan Pojun asked nervously: "You...what do you mean?"
Chapter completed!