"Master, look, it's right there!"
“That’s them!”
The attendant pointed at a group of people in the distance.
He noticed the body still lying on the ground with his sharp eyes and said sadly.
"Master, look! The one lying on the ground is the young master!"
"Wow... My young master! How could you die so miserably..."
He Zhao saw at a glance the headless body lying at the feet of a man and a woman.
The clothes on the corpse were the same clothes his son wore when he went out this morning!
"My son!"
He Zhao felt a pang of heartache and his vision went dark.
He stared at the man and woman who were talking, and spoke to the servants behind him with gritted teeth.
"Go! Catch these bastards!"
"Be careful, don't kill anyone."
"Master, I want to catch him alive!"
He wanted to catch these two bastards and wait until his son was buried.
Bury these two too!
Let them be buried with his son!
"Yes, sir!"
Thirty or forty attendants rushed towards Qi Pan, Ying Zheng and others with knives and sticks!
The Black Ice Guards instantly stood in front of Qi Pan and Ying Zheng, protecting them firmly behind them.
Xia Lin stood beside Ying Zheng, ready to protect His Majesty at any time.
Without any orders from Qi Pan and Ying Zheng, seven or eight Black Ice Guards rushed forward!
Rushed into a group of servants.
The remaining seven or eight Black Ice Guards tightly protected Qi Pan and Ying Zheng.
They are just a group of servants with little fighting power, there is no need for them all to go.
Seven or eight people are enough.
Eleven and Twelve stood on the left and right, blocking Qi Pan.
Qi Pan could only see what was happening outside by stretching his head and looking out through the gap next to him.
Seven or eight Black Ice Guards were like hungry wolves entering a sheep den.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
"ah!"
"oh!!"
“Ouch!!!”
The attendants were flying around.
People were constantly being knocked flying and then falling down.
"ah......."
"Legs! My legs!"
"Hand...my hand..."
“Ah…it hurts!”
In just a dozen breaths, thirty or forty servants were lying on the ground.
They either hugged their arms or legs, curled up and wailed in pain.
Some couldn't even shout, and just lay there, curled up in a ball.
He was trembling all over and his face was pale.
Seven or eight Black Ice Guards glanced at the attendants with disdain and retreated behind Qi Pan and Ying Zheng.
The Black Ice Guards who were originally blocking Qi Pan and Ying Zheng also dispersed and retreated to the side for protection.
He Zhao didn't expect that the people he brought with him were so useless.
It only took a few hits before he was knocked down.
And there are only seven or eight people on the other side.
There are at least thirty or forty people on his side.
Thirty or forty people against seven or eight people, and they can’t even defeat them???
He Zhao began to doubt his life.
Qi Pan ordered Eleven and Twelve, "Bring them here."
"promise!"
He walked towards He Zhao, the steward, and the attendant in eleven or twelve big strides.
Seeing them coming, He Zhao immediately backed down.
He took two steps back, turned around and ran!
Knowing you can't win, why don't you run away now? When will you run away?
The steward and the servants were a step slow to react.
After seeing He Zhao running away, they quickly turned around and ran away!
Eleven and Twelve flew forward in an instant!
Eleven grabbed He Zhao and the steward by the neck.
Grabbing their necks, they lifted them up.
Want to run?
You also have to ask them if they agree!
Eleven and Twelve came back carrying three people.
Throw them in front of Qi Pan.
Qi Pan looked at He Zhao, the steward and a servant.
He said in a cold tone, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"
He Zhao, the steward, and the attendant were thrown to the ground.
He covered his neck and gasped.
“Huff…cough cough!”
The servant was timid and lay on the ground, not daring to say a word!
When he was thrown just now, he happened to sit on He Chengju's head.
He was so scared that he almost fainted!
At this moment, lying on the ground, he could still catch a glimpse of He Chengju's eyes that were still open even after his death!
Young Master, Young Master.
It's not my fault if you die.
The little guy didn't do it on purpose just now. It was the guard who threw him over.
I accidentally bumped my butt into your head.
If you go underground, don't look for the little one!
I really didn’t mean it!
If you're looking for that, look for that guard!
He lost the small one!
Otherwise the little one won’t touch you!
The servant kept praying in his heart for mercy.
I just hope that He Chengju, who died in vain, will never come looking for him!
After He Zhao finally caught his breath, he saw his son's tragic death!
I almost couldn't breathe!
The fear towards Qi Pan and Ying Zheng's guards was instantly suppressed!
He threw himself on He Chengju, hugged his body and cried bitterly!
"Ah! My son!!!"
"Wow, wow! My precious son! How could you die so tragically!"
"Hurry up and open your eyes and look at Daddy! Wake up! I am Daddy!!!"
The steward beside him whispered, "Master, you are holding the young master's body."
"There are no eyes on it, how can it open and look at you?"
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