Bai Xin let out a long sigh at this time, and then waved his hand feebly.
The little eunuchs and maids immediately retreated as if they had received an amnesty.
However, there are also some people who are a little more loyal and feel that it is a little unsafe to leave such a group of gangsters here alone with His Majesty the Emperor...
However, before they could express their opinions, they were so frightened by Le Bing's threatening eyes that they ran away and never dared to show up again.
Le Bing laughed wildly, extremely proud.
Bai Xin squinted at him and said, "Are you Le Bing? I remember you, we met last time!"
Le Bing just smiled faintly. Obviously, in his opinion, being remembered by an emperor's name was not a big deal.
Obviously, Ellepine's temperament is a normal thing.
"Yes, Fatty, I am Le Bing. Your Majesty the Emperor, where are those bitches of yours? Take them out and have a look. Fatty, I still need to deal with the injuries on my face and body...
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Le Bing's words of not giving face directly made the emperor's face become quite ugly, like a street girl who was used up without giving money and was scolded by others.
Just when the emperor was in a state of embarrassment, an extremely angry voice suddenly sounded among the people.
"How shameless, haven't you suffered enough, you damn fat man? Do you want me to make a few more holes in your body?"
As this roaring voice sounded, Wang Hong's unique fiery red figure rushed out, with flames all over his body, and the unique mental coercion of a saint-level powerhouse made people gasp for breath.
But the fat man's spirit had already been tempered to be extremely strong. How could he still be afraid of him? He glared back fiercely with red eyes.
"Come on, come on, come and make a few more holes for me, I won't be the one who raised you..." Le Bing's expression of shame on his face made Wang Hong, who was full of anger, even more angry.
, on a fiery red face, a dark scar like a centipede was revealed from the corner of the eyebrow to the chin.
Such a scar is even more terrifying than Le Bing's scar, as if a long centipede was lying on his face.
It is this kind of scar that makes Wang Hong feel worse than death these days.
He has found no less than ten master alchemists to remove the poison from his body and remove the scars on his face.
However, none of them could succeed at all. Half of the ten alchemy masters had their heads crushed by the angry Wang Hong.
As the saying goes, when enemies meet, they are extremely jealous. Wang Hong and Le Bing looked at each other, wishing to tear their opponent in two.
"Okay, Wang Hong, please step back!" Bai Xin's extremely weak voice sounded in the hall.
Wang Hong gritted her teeth and finally retreated in humiliation.
Le Bing laughed at it without hesitation: "My grandson, you don't have the guts anymore..."
"That's enough! Le Bing, my patience has its limits!" Before Wang Hong could get angry, Bai Xin slammed the table, and the parsed wood and flower-carved table suddenly turned into pieces of wood, which made Xu Muzhou extremely shocked.
What a pity.
Although Le Bing was not satisfied, he still put away his proud face and sat down quietly, but the sitting posture was not very elegant.
After everyone in the hall became quiet, Bai Xin sighed heavily.
