Subconsciously, Song Youliang felt something was wrong.
At this moment, Chen Yu picked up the long sword in his hand and slashed it hard.
Blood instantly dyed Song Youliang's crotch red.
Second brother, gone!
"ah!"
Song Youliang collapsed to the ground in pain, curled up like a braised shrimp.
"You, you, you..."
Staring at Chen Yu, Song Youliang felt his mind go blank.
This bastard, did he really do this to himself?
And he killed his own little brother?
What will happen in the future?
Without my little brother, life would be boring.
For a moment, Song Youliang was filled with despair, fear, and anger...
Everyone around was also frightened.
However, many people secretly clenched their fists and said "good" in their hearts.
Over the years, Song Youliang has done all kinds of bad things, but because of his noble status, everyone dares to be angry but not speak out.
Chen Yu's sword strike made people feel too happy.
Amber was stunned.
Li Zhong and other swordsmen admired Chen Yu even more.
A gentleman who is willing to repay favors and is not afraid of power is indeed the person we should follow.
Chen Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
This time, I won’t fail again, right?
I heard earlier that Song Youliang was engaged to a female disciple of the Immortal Sect, and he was also the son of Wu Minggong.
This sword of his was equivalent to a slap in the face of Wu Minggong and the Immortal Sect.
The other party will never let you go.
Moreover, he had heard something about Song Youliang.
If it happened on Earth, the things he did would be enough to deserve death ten times.
There was no psychological burden in this sword strike.
"Chen Yu! I want you to die. Just wait and wait for the wrath of the Immortal Sect and Wu Minggong!"
Song Youliang's eyes were red, he was screaming madly, and his expression was grim.
Chen Yu nodded repeatedly.
"Yeah, I'm waiting. Don't let me down."
Ah, it should be okay this time.
When the time comes, the immortal sect will kill me and help me become the God Emperor.
Then he could show his power in front of everyone and take away Wu Minggong and the Immortal Sect in one go.
Leave this world in shock of everyone!
Everything is so perfect.
"The imperial edict has arrived!!!"
Far away outside the door, Zhao Ming was jogging and shouting at the top of his lungs.
Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.
He was already quite old, and running all the way here must have exhausted him.
But even though he had reached his limit, he had no intention of slowing down.
Hurry up, faster!
If the eclecticists were one step faster, Wenxuan Gong would be safer.
Finally, Zhao Ming arrived at the gate of Wenxuan Mansion.
"Get out of the way, everyone, get out of the way!"
"Your Majesty has issued an oral order. Lord Wu Ming must not take any action!!!"
Zhao Ming pushed the crowd away and shouted, fearing that he would be late.
But when he rushed into the yard, he was dumbfounded.
What did you see?
Chen Yu stood with a sword in his hand, looking relaxed.
Song Youliang was lying on the ground with blood on his crotch?
This, this, this...
"Hey, Lao Zhao, why are you here?"
When Chen Yu saw Zhao Ming, he greeted him with a smile.
"Sir, what's going on?"
"Nothing. He came to cause trouble, so I gave him a little punishment."
Chen Yu's smile remained unchanged.
Is this a small punishment?
Zhao Ming stared at Song Youliang's miserable appearance with complicated eyes.
Amber chuckled and walked up to tell Zhao Ming what had happened.
Although Amber was a little surprised by Chen Yu's behavior, he was not worried.
He firmly believed that Chen Yu must have a backup plan for doing this!
"You, you, you destroyed him?!"
Zhao Ming was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly.
This is Song Youliang, one of the little tyrants in the royal capital.
Was he just ruined by Chen Yu?
"Is there any problem?" Chen Yu blinked.
Zhao Ming: “…”
"Sir, I will return to the palace to report to His Majesty shortly. Please take care of yourself."
Zhao Ming bowed and didn't dare to stay for a moment, so he turned around and left.
Chen Yu ruined Song Youliang, and Wu Minggong must be going crazy.
Only Your Majesty can stop Duke Wu Ming!
Time is running out, and His Majesty must make a decision quickly.
"This Old Zhao."
Chen Yu watched Zhao Ming leave without caring.
Looking at Song Youliang, Chen Yu raised his eyebrows.
"Hey, can you still walk back?"
Song Youliang: "I..."
Damn, my second brother was beheaded, not my hair!
How can I walk back like this?
"Your physical condition isn't good enough. You just lost a piece of meat, but you can't even walk? Oh, I'm disappointed."
Chen Yu shook his head, and Song Youliang was furious.
Just as I was thinking about how to get Song Youliang back, there was a noise outside again.
The crowd was violently pushed aside, and a group of people rushed into the yard.
The leader had a gloomy face and prominent cheekbones.
He was about to speak when his face suddenly changed after seeing the scene in the yard.
"Second Young Master, what's wrong with you?!"
"Guard Qian, I'm done. My second brother is gone."
Song Youliang wailed miserably.
The man in front of him was named Qian Biao, the chief guard of Wuming Mansion, and he had amazing strength.
When he saw him, Song Youliang felt like he had seen his savior.
"What did you say?"
Qian Biao was quite surprised.
He came this time because Wu Minggong had returned.
More importantly, Lord Wu Ming also invited the immortals from the Bishui Sect and the fairy Li Luo to visit his home.
The purpose is to bring Song Youliang and Fairy Li Luo together and deepen the connection with the Bishui Sect.
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