The emperor rubbed his eyes.

Finally I can see it clearly.

A very young and handsome man.

He was much more handsome than any young talent he had ever seen.

It seems.

Like Changle’s new male favorite.

"Where is Yao Fan?"

Lu Hen Ge asked.

Hearing this name, the emperor suddenly regained consciousness, and looked at Lu Henge with a bit of hostility: "Who are you?"

Anyone who knows the name Yao Fan is definitely not an ordinary person.

Lu Hen Ge saw evasive uneasiness in the emperor's eyes, as if the name Yao Fan made him very anxious.

"Are you scared?"

Lu Hen Ge was too lazy to ask.

He rarely uses soul-searching techniques on mortals because he is worried that their souls are too weak to withstand his soul-searching.

But looking at the emperor's body, it was obvious that it had been tempered by elixirs.

In this way.

He shouldn't die all of a sudden.

Lu Hen Ge raised his hand and grabbed the emperor's head. For a moment, the emperor's expression became dull.

Seeing this.

Changle and the maid were both shocked.

But compared to the maid's fear, Changle felt a kind of excitement in her heart. She even hoped that Lu Hen Ge would really take action and kill her.

Only in this way will she have a chance to get promoted.

The emperor has little memory.

after all.

He only lived for forty or fifty years.

A moment later.

Lu Hen Ge lowered his eyes and looked at the emperor with a dazed expression, his eyes flashing with rage and murderous intent.

Bang!

A loud bang!

The emperor's head was crushed...