He could only do that, coldly watching Feng Qingyang rescue the Queen Mother, unable to say a word for a long time.
"Cough cough cough cough..."
The Queen Mother regained her breath under Feng Qingyang's rescue, and the overwhelming surprise made her tremble all over.
She turned around cautiously, fearing that if she made a big move, the person behind her would turn into the breeze and disappear.
"Yang'er... is that you?"
As soon as the words came out, tears burst into my face.
Feng Qingyang nodded and his eyes fell on the old and haggard face of the Empress Dowager. In just five years, that energetic old man turned into this.
She was sallow, thin, and old, and her tearful eyes were like a sharp sword, piercing Feng Qingyang's guilty heart.
He nodded, and when he turned his gaze to Feng Junchen, his eyes felt like spitting ice: "Feng Junchen, what were you doing just now?"
Feng Junchen came back to his senses from the shock brought to him by Feng Qingyang.
He stared at Feng Qingyang's cold face with his deep eyes, and said angrily in his heart: "Feng Qingyang, are you allowed to call the prince by his first name?"
"Otherwise, what if I call you a scumbag? Or should I call you a beast?"
Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows and looked at Feng Junchen with disdain in his eyes.
Beneath the calm face, raging anger surges!
Damn it, if he had appeared a little later, does that mean that the imperial grandmother was about to be pissed off by him?
Damn Feng Junchen, thanks to him he is still the future emperor of Ling Xiao Kingdom. If such a rebellious and ruthless person becomes the emperor, will the common people still have a good life in the future?
Under his sleeves, Feng Qingyang clenched his fists.
He has no interest in becoming emperor! However, that does not mean that just any cat or dog can sit in that position.
The Empress Dowager pointed at Feng Junchen with trembling fingers and said to Feng Qingyang: "Yang'er, this kid is going to rebel. He is going to kill your father! Yang'er..."
"Grandma Huang, don't worry, Yang'er is here!"
Feng Qingyang patted the old man's back comfortingly and gave her a quick look. Then he raised his eyes and looked at the ugly-looking Feng Junchen: "Beast, please listen to me. Father, if you have nothing to do, please do it."
Well, if he has any shortcomings, you will never be able to sit on the throne."
After saying that, his sharp eyes glanced at Feng Junchen's feet. Suddenly, a wisp of green smoke curled up from Feng Junchen's gold-threaded boots.
Feng Junchen was shocked and hurriedly used his spiritual power to extinguish the flames on his shoes.
He looked at the two blackened toes exposed from the broken shoes and opened his mouth in disbelief.
Looking up at Feng Qingyang, his eyes were filled with fear and ferociousness.
He was frightened - Feng Qingyang's boundless spiritual power was back?
Oh no, he should be scarier than before!
He did not dare to look into Shang Feng Qingyang's cold eyes, and could only use anger to disguise his panic: "Feng Qingyang, how dare you be disrespectful to me?"
"Compared to what you just did, this is just a piece of cake."
"you!"
"You can go!"
Feng Qingyang waved his sleeves, and the earth cultivator was hit by the wind and staggered back more than ten steps.
With a clang, a heavy carved door was installed.
Feng Junchen's dignity was completely lost here with Feng Qingyang.
"Feng Qingyang, you are so brave! You!"
As soon as he raised his arm, green sharp light condensed in his hand and was about to attack Feng Qingyang in the blink of an eye.
However, when his gaze touched Feng Qingyang's purple eyes, he stopped and his legs became weak for no reason.