"With the crimes Ao Moli committed, I could kill him with one blow when I was in Beiming Capital!
It's just... Ao Moli is a member of the royal family after all, so it seems more reasonable to escort him back and hand him over to Brother Wang to deal with him personally!"
"Uh...yes! Yes! Thank you, Brother Wang, for being merciful and sparing this evildoer a small life..."
The old king replied with shame, and was even entangled in his heart. He did not expect that Ao Junxie would actually put Ao Moli's life and death into his own hands.
In front of countless angry people and soldiers, this is really a painful choice tantamount to cutting off one's flesh.[
"Your Majesty, please forgive me!"
There was a neat and solemn voice all around, and all the Fengyun soldiers gave a respectful salute to the old king.
This loud voice made the old king's mind buzz and go blank. The intense pressure made him, who was already haggard, almost unsteady.
"Your Majesty, please deal with Ao Moli!"
Once again, a loud roar rang out in the square. It was like a mantra urging death, making the old king sweat profusely.
The old king turned his head slowly with a pale face and looked at Ao Junxie beside him.
Under the bright red shirt, that cold and masculine face remained calm and calm, like a statue, and seemed to have no intention of saying anything.
Looking around, all the faces of Fengyun soldiers were equally serious and serious.
He now knows who the real power of these Fengyun Kingdoms belongs to...
The momentum and status of his father and son have gone forever. At this moment, Fengyun Kingdom has been truly captured in the hands of Ao Junxie...
Raising his head, the old king glanced painfully at the vast sky with his cloudy old eyes. His brows were tightly knitted, and his painful expression filled his heart with unbearable regret.
A shriveled old hand stretched out to his waist tremblingly. After a hoarse sound, the king struggled to pull out the Fengyun King Sword studded with luxurious jewels...
"Father... no! Father!!"
Ao Moli raised his desperate eyes and looked up at the old king with the sword in his hand. He was so frightened that his face turned pale and he was out of his mind.
The old king slowly raised his sword above his head.
"No...Father!"
Ao Moli's eyes widened, he shook his head in fear, kicked his feet on the ground, and backed away desperately.
And the king's heavy footsteps pressed forward step by step...
There was total silence in the square, and everyone's eyes were watching everything in front of them quietly and solemnly.[
The old king gritted his teeth in his heart and closed his eyes in pain. The sword in his hand sank and was about to fall suddenly.
But in an instant, his arm was strongly held by a big hand.
Opening your eyes, a bright red dress stood in front of you.
"Stop! Brother Wang!"
Ao Junxie's tone finally showed a trace of the long-lost tenderness of family affection.
The old king let out a long breath, relaxed his grip on the sword, and slowly closed his eyes. His body was dripping with cold sweat.
Ao Junxie turned around and said loudly to the countless people and soldiers of Fengyun Kingdom in the square:
"Everyone has just seen it! King Fengyun has no selfish intention of protecting others! The prince has violated the law and is guilty of the same crime as the common people!
However, our country, Fengyun, has always been based on benevolence and righteousness. The king is old and there is only one prince. Now that Beiming has been peaceful, even if he kills Ao Moli, it will only vent his hatred!