Suddenly they heard the curtain bell ringing, and their father's old attendant, the most powerful expert in the Vatican City, heard a deep cry of pain, and they all couldn't help but be stunned.
Is their father really dead?
How come it's so fast, before they are ready?
"Creak." The half-opened palace door opened amidst the sound of the bell, and Luo Yu, who was originally dressed in plain color, walked out.
With a heavy face, he shook his head at the seven people and said: "The city lord's time has come, and there is nothing I can do for this pharmacist. Now that he has passed away, you..."
"What's the legacy?"
Before Luo Yu finished speaking, the six kings in black suddenly shouted loudly.
"Ah..." Luo Yu pretended to be ignorant and opened his mouth wide, murmuring: "He, he only waved his hand, and before he could speak, he..."
Before Luo Yu could finish his words of condolence, the eldest of the seven kings suddenly turned around and left, flying out of the palace.
No one spoke, no one grieved, and no one went through the temple to see their father's remains.
The moment the boss turned around and left, the other six kings' faces flashed with excitement and absolute murderous intent, and they all turned around and rushed outside the palace.
The lord of Vatican City is dead, and their father is dead.
There was no edict, no agreement on who would be the next Lord of the Vatican City.
This moment is absolutely crucial.
Whoever can take the palace at this moment, whoever can destroy other forces at this moment, whoever can be the first to become king, this Vatican City will be his from now on.
Hurry, hurry, hurry, they don't have time.
Now, the most critical moment has arrived. Success depends on this moment.
Therefore, Xia Qi Wang's figure was like lightning, and he disappeared into the shining golden palace in a blink of an eye. He could not take care of Luo Yu, a holy pharmacist who was nothing.
In the distance, the sounds of fighting began to surge.
Luo Yu looked at the back of the Seven Kings who didn't even look at their father, a cold flash flashed in his eyes, such a son should be killed.
The autumn wind suddenly blows, and the emperor's family is ruthless.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Luo Yu's lips, and he turned around and returned to the palace of the Lord of Vatican City.
The bell's solemn sound swept across the sky and flew out.
"The Lord of Vatican City is dead?" Outside the southern barrier of Vatican City, a person from the Nantian forces slowly raised his head.