Halfway through, the mercenary stopped talking, and his voice was slightly choked.
His companion patted him on the shoulder comfortingly and said, "Hey, it's just fate."
The businessman looked at them in confusion, "Sir, what happened? Princess Beiyue..."
Another mercenary was calmer. He took a sip of wine and said, "They say that big trees attract wind. As soon as the mercenary Wang Ling appeared, there was a fight between all parties. That time Princess Beiyue was seriously injured. After that, Guangyao Palace sent Honglian out again.
, and finally killed her."
The wine glass in the businessman's hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces. He shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity. It's a glorious time, but it's a pity that the beauty is so miserable..."
As he was talking, a man suddenly broke in and shouted: "Impossible!"
No one could see the figure clearly, and the table was overturned!
Those mercenaries are bloody men. If someone comes to provoke them, they will naturally not be polite. They draw their swords one after another and shout: "Who dares to come here to cause trouble!"
As soon as he drew his sword, dozens of cold sword lights flashed in front of his eyes, and they were surrounded.
Only then did the mercenaries see clearly that the man who had just rushed over and overturned their table was a handsome and elegant man in luxurious clothes. At this moment, the man was glaring at them with his eyes slightly red.
Such a person is no ordinary person at first glance. Looking at his well-trained guards, you can tell that the mercenaries are also sensible people and do not want to cause trouble here.
The more elegant mercenary said: "We are from the Fengyang Mercenary Group. Do you have any advice?"
"What you just said is all nonsense, isn't it?" Xiaoyao Wang Song Mi said word by word, his expression and tone were very sad and sad.
"Why are we talking nonsense? We are all real mercenaries. We have made a contract with the mercenary union. How can we curse our king?" The mercenary was not very happy. Even if they talked nonsense, they would not use it.
You can say whatever you want about the life and death of the Mercenary King!
"It's impossible..." King Xiaoyao seemed to have lost all his strength all of a sudden, his steps were unsteady, and he seemed to be about to fall. Fortunately, the people behind him helped him in time.
Song Mi said weakly: "Let's go back to the capital immediately."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" His subordinates did not dare to neglect and greeted him. Everyone immediately started running, and a group of people helped King Xiaoyao out.
Those mercenaries didn't understand what was going on, and naturally they didn't know that they just met a top alchemist from the South Wing Country or even the Carta Continent! If they knew, they might be a little more polite.
On the second floor, Huang Beiyue, who was standing behind a pillar and silently observing all this, looked at the back of King Xiaoyao thoughtfully as he left, without even relaxing his brows for a long time.
Thinking about the look on Song Mi's face just now, he must be really sad. The kind of sadness is not like learning that a relative has suddenly passed away, but like the treasure he has been guarding carefully has been suddenly shattered.
.
She knew that his grief was real, and a slight feeling of guilt suddenly spread in her heart.
Song Mi is in such pain, what will happen if Zhan Ye and Ying Ye find out? What will happen to the emperor and the queen mother who always thought she was their biological daughter?
Not wanting to think too much, Huang Beiyue turned around and entered Mo Lian's room.
