Exerting force? It’s strange, I can’t control my body.
The sword was placed across the most fragile artery of the human body, and it was only a small step away from ending his life as a joke. But at the critical moment, why couldn't he even make the simplest push?
Such a cruel God, didn't he even give him the chance to die?
After several attempts, Prince Heshuo suddenly relaxed. Once his will to die was delayed, his desire to survive became even stronger.
When he came back to his senses, he found that not only could he not move his arms, but his entire body and even his eyeballs were out of his control.[
Could it be that someone tapped his acupuncture point?
But with so many people surrounding him, how could someone be so powerful that he could be hit without disturbing the guards around him?
The battle has ended, the chamberlain battalion is counting the casualties, and military doctors rush out from the house to treat the wounded. Everything is going on in an orderly manner, without any confusion.
Prince Heshuo and his dozen or so personal guards were 'fixed' in place in various strange postures. The master maintained the posture of cutting himself with a sword. His subordinates were either frightened, stunned, anxious, angry, or...
One of them was picking up boogers, with his fingertips stuck in his nostrils, but he hadn't had time to pull them out.
Jiuding stepped forward and asked people to move the 'human statue' in front of Prince Heshuo. The blood-stained robe made this loyal-looking guard look more murderous. He seemed to be okay and said respectfully.
, "My lord, it's time to go see the emperor."
Yan Xi? Is he really in the capital? Who is the bright yellow figure in the army that the spy reported? Is it a fake sent out deliberately? How could this be possible? Yan Xi would allow others to wear dragon robes and pretend to be the emperor.
?
He was full of questions, but he couldn't say anything. It turned out that the person who had just taken action not only immobilized his body, but also sealed his mute point.
He is truly so powerful that his hands and eyes can reach the sky.
Jiuding went around behind Prince Heshuo and slightly helped his body move in a direction, facing diagonally the high wall of Prince Rui's Mansion, where three god-like men looked down condescendingly.
The person standing in the center was wearing a bright yellow robe and a pure black mink cloak. His eyes were as cold as icebergs on the seabed that have not melted for thousands of years. He could easily be frozen with his gaze.