The messenger was yelled by Yun Zhao, and he was so frightened that he immediately spoke out in a loud voice what the leader of the Snow Saint Kingdom had said and how he should treat Xuanyuan Che, word for word.
When Yun Zhao heard this, his face turned pale as paper.
"What, my father... put Xuanyuan... Che... under house arrest..."
Intermittently, Yun Zhao almost trembled and squeezed out this question word by word through his teeth.
The voice was trembling, with an indescribable fear.
The ordering soldier no longer dared to talk nonsense and be complacent at this time.
At that moment, he nodded quickly and said: "Yes, the king said that it is better to strike first, so we first detained King Tianchen in our hands.
Tianchen is completely under our control, and it can no longer threaten our Snow Holy Kingdom.
That's why I asked the little Babaili to rush over.
Let His Highness lead the army back slowly..."
Seeing Yun Zhao listening to his words, his face became increasingly pale and uglier.
In the end, the messenger almost didn't dare to say anything further.
Listening to the words of the messenger in his ears, Yun Zhao felt for a moment that he couldn't be too far away, and he couldn't be too hazy to be hazy.
There was a roar in my mind.
It's like there are ten thousand axes beating inside.
A severe pain starts from the heart, spreads to the brain, and spreads throughout the body in all directions.
The breath was stuck there, and I almost didn't know whether to breathe it in or spit it out.
It was a suffocating feeling.
A feeling of suffocation that kills people.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"
When the messenger saw that Yun Zhao's face was getting paler and paler, and his face was getting more and more ugly, his whole body began to twitch, and he couldn't help shouting in fear.
"Your Highness, Your Highness..."
"Coach..."
Seeing this, several lieutenants nearby immediately gathered around.
The mask is one of deep worry.
With empty eyes scanning the generals and soldiers in front of him, Yun Zhao took a deep breath and said slowly: "I'm fine."
Having said that, he looked at the messenger and said in an inaudible voice with a little hope but not daring to add too much hope: "How many days has it been since today?"