On the surface of the fine rock layer, his strength cracked a terrifying crack! You can imagine how furious Ao Huang was!
His angry expression made Ao Zhelong's terrifying expression even more ferocious, "Father, we can't investigate, stop forcing me, don't force me again!" He is going crazy, really going crazy!
Facing Mu Xianning's orders every day, he couldn't control himself at all! Could it be that this is what a spiritual beast feels like! Even though his consciousness is clear, he can only obey the orders of the contractor!
"Forcing you? You said I'm forcing you! It's you who are forcing me! If you keep doing this! The first one from the Anjue Sect will attack Xuan Sheng Kingdom! Come on! Pull the prince down and lock him up!"
Ao Huang had obviously lost his patience. In anger, his chest was heaving violently and his eyes were bulging, as if he was about to eat Ao Zhelong.
At that moment, Ao Zhelong knew that he had completely angered his father, but his eyes suddenly burst with murderous intent.
The voice in his heart kept telling him, "Kill him, kill him."
Even though he struggled hard, he could only roar and rush towards Ao Huang!
There was a roar.
The shaking thoughts resounded in the Xuansheng Kingdom's Ao Huang's study room.
The sound was so loud that the entire palace seemed to hear it.
Ao Zheqing was the first to rush into the study room.
"Father! Brother!" When he saw the crumbling study room, Ao Zheqing stumbled and rushed in.
But he was completely stunned by the scene in front of him.
At this time, the information room was completely unrecognizable, but Ao Zhelong stood beside the table, facing Ao Zheqing sideways.
His eyes were fixed on Ao Huang, who was lying in a pool of blood in front of the table.
His eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, filled with morbid fear, and his face became paler and paler. He looked at Ao Huang's golden dragon robe and was jealous of the dark red blood flowing out quickly.
He was so shocked and unexpected that he couldn't close his eyes in time. He looked at his son in horror. His chest was heaving violently, but he couldn't say a word because the place in his chest and heart was already empty.
A large piece, and the final heart, he could clearly see, was being held in his son's hand. The blood was flowing, ticking, ticking, as if counting down the time to his final consciousness.
After three drops of blood, his vision finally turned dark, but he could never close his eyes again, and he would not remain in peace...
"Brother... you... what are you doing..." Ao Zheqing's eyes widened, looking at this scene in disbelief. He staggered a step, but did not dare to step forward, his heart beating violently.
Ao Zhelong, however, seemed to be awakened from a nightmare by Ao Zheqing's voice. His body trembled suddenly, like a frightened bird, and he suddenly looked at Ao Zheqing, who was staring at his hand.
He followed his brother's gaze and looked at his palm, but the next second he dropped the heart in his hand as if he had seen a ghost.
"No!" Ao Zhelong fell to the ground like crazy, kicking back hard as if he was a madman who had been greatly frightened. There was nothing left on his face except fear and panic.
Killing his biological father with his own hands! What a feeling it is! It's like a nightmare that he can never wake up from, haunting him, making him so scared that he wants to die now!
