Xuanyuan Zhiji had a stern look on his face and came angrily in the direction of Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu.
Ling Luo's complexion changed slightly.
Xuanyuan Zhiji, this big cancer, had just suffered a loss at the gate of the Prince's Mansion two hours ago, and he came to the palace to complain so quickly.
It’s really haunting.
Xuanyuan Bugui frowned slightly, stopped, looked at his ambitious clan brother intently, and said: "I have something to do now. If there is anything else, let's talk about it when I come back."
Xuanyuan Zhiji's face darkened, and a hint of evil flashed through his slender eyes.
Xuanyuan Bugui had never called himself "I" in front of him before, or in other words, that martial arts idiot would basically never put on airs and call himself "I" in front of anyone.
But today when facing myself, I started to put on airs. Do you want to establish your authority? Is it too late?
"Reporting to the emperor, I have something important to report." Xuanyuan Zhiji refused to give up and walked directly in front of Xuanyuan Bugui and Xuanyuan Yu, blocking the way of the three of them. His voice was full of majesty, "What the emperor wants to say
This matter is related to the millennium of the Jialan Empire. Please ask the emperor to move to the study. State affairs are the most important thing!"
Xuanyuan Bugui frowned.
"Brother Imperial, are you going to ignore the Qianqiu Sheji of the Jialan Empire?" Xuanyuan Zhiji said aggressively.
Xuanyuan Bugui's frown deepened.
He stared intently at the restless clan brother in front of him. Since when did this guy become so arrogant?!
Xuanyuan Yu also turned his head, his eyes like black holes filled with anger, and his voice sounded like the underworld from hell: "Uncle Emperor, are you intimidating my father? Who gave you the courage?!"
While speaking, Xuanyuan Yu's extremely cold eyes glanced at Xuanyuan Zhi and his left arm that had turned into a skeleton, intentionally or unintentionally, and the corners of his lips curved in an evil and sycophantic arc.
Xuanyuan Zhiji was shocked. His arms, which had turned into skeletons, felt a dull pain. A chill spread from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.
He was subconsciously afraid of Xuanyuan Yu.
but--
"How dare I intimidate my brother?" Xuanyuan Zhiji faced Xuanyuan and knelt down with a bang. He looked sad and was about to cry, and said, "My brother lost an arm today. My daughter.
I almost died today, and now only half of my skeleton is left. It’s extremely tragic, please ask your royal brother to make the decision for me!"
The corners of Xuanyuan's lips curved into a disdainful arc.
This big cancer was indeed directed at me.
"Oh? Is there such a thing?" Xuanyuan Bugui pretended to be serious, pretending to know nothing, "Who can actually make you, who has been promoted to my king, lose an arm?"
Xuanyuan Zhi was moved, his expression was very excited, and there were even tears in the corners of his eyes. He raised his head, staring directly at Xuanyuan Yu with a pair of accusing eyes, and said in a very cruel voice: "It's His Royal Highness, this morning at the Holy Academy.
The little girl hugged His Highness the Crown Prince, but His Highness the Prince's body exuded a very terrifying dark demonic aura, which almost killed the little girl. When it was near noon today, I went to confront His Highness the Crown Prince, but he also maimed one of his arms.
"
"Yu'er, is there such a thing?" Xuanyuan Bugui obviously asked knowingly and put on a show for Xuanyuan Zhiji to see.
Xuanyuan Yu simply pretended, his face unchanged and his heart not beating, and said: "Uncle Emperor, you can't frame people like this. There is no dark devilish energy in me at all."