"Ghost...you are a ghost...you, you, leave quickly...I am the emperor, and I have dragon energy...you, you...retreat..."
The Emperor of the Later Qin Dynasty, who was under the influence of hallucinogens, had a gloomy vision, as if he really saw an evil ghost in front of him urging him to change his life.
"Dragon Qi?" Beiming Changfeng snorted coldly: "It's you I'm looking for. My Qin family has suffered a lot at the hands of your Later Qin Dynasty. So many of us have died in your hands. Today, I want you."
I'll pay you back with my life." After saying that, he stretched out his hand as if he wanted to strangle Emperor Qin to death.
Ziyu, who was working as a sound effector next to him, couldn't help but be stunned when he heard what Beiming Changfeng said. However, he immediately realized that the parchment scrolls in the hands of the Emperor of the Later Qin Dynasty and others came from others. Nine times out of ten, they came from someone else.
The emperor of Hou Qin didn't know the amount of what was taken from him. He deceived him and immediately fanned the cold wind while shouting in a low voice: "It's terrible... it's terrible...
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"Shhh..." A smell of urine suddenly emanated from the bed. The incompetent Emperor of the Later Qin Dynasty was so frightened that he peed. Ziyu squatted aside and watched, and suddenly rolled his eyes to the sky.
Approaching steadily, Beiming Changfeng pressed down the Emperor of Later Qin oppressively. The cold air on his body was like a ghostly aura attacking the Emperor of Later Qin. The Emperor of Later Qin was so frightened that he almost fainted.
"You are too cruel to snatch my Qin tribe's sheepskin scrolls. This belongs to my Qin tribe. Give it back to me. Give it back to me..." Beiming Changfeng's voice was already cold. At this time, he deliberately lowered his voice again. That's really
They are almost the same as ghost sounds, without any warmth at all.
"Qin tribe...sheepskin scrolls...what...what...sheepskin scrolls...ah...ah, I remembered that sheepskin scroll I gave to my prince. The sheepskin scroll is with the prince. If you want to find it, go find him."
Don't look for me. I don't have the parchment, and I didn't kill you. I don't know anything." After a brief pause, the Emperor of the Later Qin Dynasty suddenly remembered what the parchment was, and immediately threw it out quickly without punctuation.
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Cha, it’s such a simple question. The parchment of feelings is not in the hands of the Emperor of Later Qin, but in the hands of the Prince of Later Qin. No wonder they couldn’t find it after searching all night. Ziyu immediately spat angrily.
After getting what he wanted to know, Beiming Changfeng opened his mouth covered in bright red rouge, revealing his white teeth as if he was going to bite the Emperor of Later Qin.
"Ah..." The Emperor of Hou Qin was frightened and screamed, then he fainted with a snap.
"Incompetent." Seeing this, Beiming Changfeng stood up, wiped his face with his sleeves, wiped off the rouge on his face, threw two words at the Emperor of Later Qin with contempt, then turned around and took Ziyu's hand.
Walking towards the palace of the Emperor of Later Qin.
"If he is capable, he will have nothing to do with us." Ziyu held Beiming Changfeng's hand back and hummed.
Beiming Changfeng nodded when he heard this. Also, if the Emperor of Later Qin had really been the Mingjun, they would not have appeared in Zhenbei, but he said: "It's really bad."
This emperor is simply terrible.
Ziyu turned his head and was about to refute Beiming Changfeng's words, when he suddenly saw the red rouge still remaining on Beiming Changfeng's face. He couldn't help but hesitated slightly, and then burst out laughing: "Haha, Changfeng, I didn't expect you to be like this.
When I pull a prank to extract a confession, haha, it’s so fake, I will tell Xiaoyou when I go back that the elder brother he admires also has this kind of behavior... Well."