Everyone knows who it is, but everyone never mentions it.
Especially those old ministers, they all know what this means - it is a forbidden secret curse!
It is a curse that lingers on the heads of kings of the northern kingdom.
It can never be broken.
At this moment, everyone was looking at the third prince so nervously.
Especially Yi Hun, he whispered hoarsely: "Surrender... Surrender quickly, please forgive me..."
"Old man...shameless man, one day, I will tear you into pieces!"
No one knows who he is scolding.
Maybe it was Yi Hun, maybe it was the person on the stage - his father.
The people on the beacon tower also looked at him coldly, and there was a light of pity in their eyes.
This light completely stimulated the third prince.
Why do you always have such a hypocritical light?
"You are not virtuous, you are traitorous! You are the Northern Emperor! You! You! You are blasphemous god! You are you! You will always be punished!"
He insulted the world.
One by one, like a sharp sword, penetrated the heavy battles and floated up the high beacon tower.
The Imperial Guards killed them one by one.
However, the position he stood was behind a very strange pile of dead bodies. Moreover, the battle was so fierce that the Imperial Guard could not easily reach his side.
With such cover, he did whatever he wanted: "You will be retribution... Hahaha, Your Majesty Luo Jia... You shameless and foolish lord... You will be retribution..."
He roared: "I hate you!"
"I will never let you go! I must kill you..."
Luo Jia closed his eyes miserably.
All my ears were my son's roar.
That's the enemy!
The real enemy.
There is no trace of flesh and blood between each other.
More than a dozen guards rushed up, and the third prince ran away when he beat the horse.
Yi Hun personally led people to chase him. He was not doing a show. He fought more seriously than anyone else. It was too late to chase him so hard.