King Fu was so angry that he jumped over and cursed, but the fierce monks behind him rushed over desperately.
Wei Zhao General did not care about fighting with Hei and Bai, and protected King Fu behind him. His internal strength was born to the extreme, and the steel knife danced out the dazzling light of moths throwing into fire.
At this moment, Wei Zhao put life and death aside, just thinking about protecting King Fu.
Tear!
The black Chang's sword slid across Wei Zhao's eyebrows, and if it was a little deeper, Wei Zhao would be blind.[
"What a thief!"
Blood flowed down each share, blinding Wei Zhao's eyes, and blood was filled with light in front of him, making Wei Zhao unable to see the thief's tricks. He hurriedly wiped his eyes dry, and saw the sword in Bai Chang's hand stabbed in his chest, which was so dangerous.
Wei Zhao immediately blocked the sword, and left and right sides flew back and forth, killing the monk who rushed over, hurriedly guarding the door and shouting at King Fu: "Prince, why are you cursing? Tell soft words, soft words? At the critical moment of life, it's not embarrassing to say a few words of softness and slipperyness..."
He Dan and the rest of the ministers in Jiangnan were all scattered aside.
Some ministers have already run away.
Only He Dan and two or three ministers were left.
He Dan also wanted to run away, but he was more concerned about the life and death of King Fu. Because the life and death of King Fu was related to his survival, and his lips were lost and his teeth were cold. This is the reason.
King Fu smashed the door hard and said softly, "Princess Chuyu, you can do it. Let me go in. You saved me this time. I will build a temple for you so that you can enjoy the worship of the people in Jiangnan day and night! Chuyu, Princess Chuyu, are you still here? I am your emperor uncle."
Only Yan Hong's crying came out, "Father, stop talking softly, Chu Yu has left."
"What? Let's go! "Milk" "Milk" mother!"
King Fu was immediately furious, "Yan Hong, you useless thing, do you want your father to die here? Are you in a hurry to inherit the throne? You bastard, why don't you think of a way to get your father in? Unfilial son, think of a solution immediately, immediately, immediately..."
At this moment, King Fu was really desperate.
He leaned against the gate and watched Wei Zhao fight bloodyly, covered in wounds, but he was still like a crazy lion protecting himself. On the other hand, what about those ministers? They ran away and scattered, and none of them were willing to protect him in close proximity. Finally, they recognized the real and false - was it still Wei Zhao loyal? Everyone was fucking unreliable.
Although Yan Hong is a playboy, she is weak and values emotions.
Listening to his father yelling anxiously outside, he felt sad, and begged the black guard standing at the door to open the door.
But the black-clothed guards looked cold and ignored his words.
Yan Hong secretly hated himself for using it, and even his father could not save him. This son was so cowardly that he had a flash of inspiration in his mind: Yes, I'll kowtow to her and ask her for help. I don't believe that Chu Yu would not be soft-hearted. He hurriedly got up and staggered into the house.
"Is it 'chaotic' outside?"
After Ouyang Liufeng and Shufei were having fun, they felt very happy and turned the bed back into a wheelchair. They were snuggling with Shufei, hugging and laughing, and the atmosphere was extremely sweet.[
But when he heard the shouts of killing outside, and saw Chu Yu coming back angrily, he knew that it was already "chaos" outside, so he hurriedly asked, "How is it outside?"
Chu Yu smiled gently, "It's okay, there is a black guard here, and my father and mother just talk about love, no need to worry."
"What are you talking about in this child? We are old husband and wife, what are you talking about love and love?"
Concubine Shu blushed and argued, but her face was flushed, delicate and smooth, her eyes were bright, and she showed excitement and joy, and her expression was delicate. It can be seen that she had received great satisfaction from Ouyang Liufeng just now and had a man do it. It was good! Her body was moistened and her whole temperament was sublimated.
Chu Yu burst out laughing, pointed to the wheelchair and said, "Dad is really amazing. Why did this wheelchair be turned into a bed by Dad? Moreover, this bed can move..."
"Oh, Ling'er, stop talking."
Shufei blushed, like a pink peach, covering her face, and gradually became coquettish: "Why do you see everything, your child? Your father and I... that... you... what are you peeking at? You are so old, and you don't know how to get married in the future."
Ouyang Liufeng was a thick-skinned person. He smiled dryly, took Shufei's hand and said, "What are you worried about? Brother Shi Yue has already booked Ling'er. Our baby daughter, you won't have to worry about marriage."
Chu Yu smiled and said, "I didn't look at it, but my ears were so good that I heard your voice. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone except my elder brother."
Concubine Shu didn't care about being shy and twisted her waist and ran over to deal with Chu Yu.
But the stamens of her legs were idle for many years and had never been moistened, and became more delicate. Today I tasted the sweetness and was hit by Ouyang Liufeng. Although she was greatly satisfied, she was also destroyed and even more pitiful and delicate. She ran so quickly that she felt very painful below. She hurriedly stopped and clamped her legs tightly, and moaned, "Oh, it hurts! It hurts so much, Brother Feng, you are bad, you are necrotic..."
Chu Yu smiled so hard that he leaned back and forth, went over to support Concubine Shu, and joked: "Dad is still very powerful."
Concubine Shu coquettishly said: "Ling'er, don't talk nonsense, it's neither big nor small."
Ouyang Liufeng raised his head proudly and snorted: "The sword is not old, but the heroic wind is still there." But he thought to himself: I am not so powerful, it is clearly the Great Powerful Vajra Pills given to me by Shi Yue.
Seeing Concubine Shu's face flushed and her coquettish and gentle appearance by herself, Ouyang Liufeng was satisfied: Concubine Shu finally returned to her arms.
Thinking of various situations, Ouyang Liufeng was happy and felt more grateful to Shi Yueyue.
Bang!
At this moment, the door was knocked open hard, and a down-and-out figure rolled in and lay on the ground and cried loudly, "Princess Chu Yu, save my father? He is about to die, he is about to die. I am still young, but I don't want to lose my father. Chu Yu, save my father, I'll kowtow to you."
Yan Hong no longer cared about the prince's demeanor. She knelt there and kept kowtowing like Chu Yu.
Chu Yu dodged away, pouted, and snorted: "It's useless for you to beg me. It's your bastard dad scolding me. Why should I save him? He's dead."
Ouyang Liufeng said in surprise: "What...what is this? Who is this guy?"
Concubine Shu whispered to him in a low voice, "This is the son of King Fu Yanjun, Yan Hong!"[
"Ah? Is this bastard?"
Ouyang Liufeng shouted, "You are the son of that bastard Yan Jun? Why are you crying here when you run away? Get out! Get out quickly, I can beat Yan Jun to death when I see him."
Yan Hong looked at Ouyang Liufeng's momentum and knew that he had the final say. He hurriedly crawled over, hugged Ouyang Liufeng's wheelchair, and began to cry and complain about the causes and consequences. He begged blindly: "Old man, benefactor, please save my father. I will definitely thank you for your eight generations of ancestors, no... I was wrong, I... I really thank you for your eight generations of ancestors. Old man, it really doesn't work. Can you exchange one life for another? You put my father in and put me out? Old man, please..."
Ouyang Liufeng looked at Yan Hong's ugly crying and said with great emotion: "I didn't expect Yan Jun was so bad that he gave birth to a good son? "Milk" and "Milk". I really doubt that he gave birth to this son? Although he looks weak, he is very tough in his bones! OK! OK, he looks like a man! Tell you, crying loudly and kneeling down and rolling around in order to save your father, it's not embarrassing. Good boy, you are glorious, I'll save your father..."