It was at this time that Xuanyuan Zhiji's figure walked towards Xuanyuan Yu from the Prince's Mansion. His face was dark and his whole body was full of violence.
"Your Highness, are you still hurting innocent people?" Xuanyuan Zhiji first scolded Xuanyuan Yu.
Xuanyuan Yu turned his head, looked into Xuanyuan Zhiji's eyes full of sinister color, and said coldly: "Why did this prince hurt innocent people? Uncle Emperor, you led the soldiers of the Senate to occupy my prince's palace. What will happen to me?"
What does it mean?"
Xuanyuan Zhiji's eyes fell on Xuanyuan Yu's hand. The soldier's neck he had stuck did not undergo any strange changes.
Yes, not like his daughter Xuanyuan Yangyue, whose skin was charred and her muscles were rotten, leaving only white bones.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, you practice magic skills privately and have reduced my daughter to a half-skeletal body, causing her to suffer in agony. Please follow me to the Senate and accept the trial!" Xuanyuan Zhi!
His voice and look were sharp and his face was fierce.
In this life, he only had one precious daughter, and he wanted to marry the boy in front of him wholeheartedly, but he never expected that he would end up like this.
If Yang Yue hadn't been his true love, as a father he would have wanted to give her a blow with a sword and send her to her death when he saw her inhuman demeanor.
Xuanyuan Yu slowly released his grip on the soldier's neck, his black hole-like eyes narrowed slightly, a sneer curled up at the corner of his lips, and said: "This prince has never practiced any magic skills. Uncle Emperor, you don't have any."
If you just trample on the Prince's Mansion privately without evidence, what crime should you commit?"
He no longer wanted to be polite to Xuanyuan Zhiji, a big cancer.
"You haven't practiced before?!" Xuanyuan Zhiji's face turned ferocious all of a sudden, "You haven't practiced before, so how could you exude such strong dark demonic energy? How could you corrode Yang Yue's body to nothing?
The lower half of the skull?”
Xuanyuan Yu's face darkened and he said nothing.
Ling Luo stretched out his hand, took Xuanyuan Yu's arm, raised his head, glared at Xuanyuan Zhiji, and said: "So many disciples in the Holy Golden Hall are watching, it is clearly your daughter Xuanyuan Yangyue who jumped on her own
Come up here and shamelessly insist on hugging Yu. You have suffered, and you still have to blame others?"
"Who do you think you are? Shut up!" Xuanyuan Zhiji was furious after losing his beloved daughter and yelled at Ling Luo.
Xuanyuan Yu suddenly raised his head, his eyes like black holes flashed with extremely violent eyes, and his voice was like the ghost from hell: "Xuanyuan Zhiji, do you dare to insult Luo'er?"
He could tolerate Xuanyuan Zhiji when he was targeting him; but once this old guy insulted Luo'er, he would never tolerate it.
He will never tolerate anyone who bullies her!
In just a moment, Xuanyuan Yu's emotions became excited, and his eyes like black holes were shrouded in anger.
At the same time, a dark demonic energy quietly spread in his body, gradually covering his body.
Xuanyuan Zhiji clearly felt the change in the nephew's temperament in front of him. A chill hit his heart, and he couldn't help but take a step back.
The dark demonic energy that had just been suppressed by the Mermaid Tears suddenly began to emerge again.
Xuanyuan Yu's black hole-like eyes once again overflowed with dark black gas. He suddenly stretched out his hand, like an eagle's claw, and grabbed it in the direction of Xuanyuan Zhiji.