An old hand groped Ying Cheng's face, and the next moment, its five fingers formed claws and forcibly lifted his head. "Soldiers? We are not afraid. We are the soldiers of the little immortal! No wonder they can bully the little prince. They still have such courage when facing death."
Blood slid down Ying Cheng's face and forehead and into his eyes, making him completely unable to see clearly.
Someone roughly wiped his eyes and grabbed his hair. Ying Cheng opened his eyes in pain and saw this group of people.
They were all very skinny and wore the same clothes.
Ying Cheng opened his eyes wide, trying to see what the words were. Among the layers of shadows, he saw three blurry big words: Soap Factory.
What the hell? Isn't this where the little emperor makes money?
He also has soap from here at home.
He gave up his golden rice bowl and came here to be a desperado.
Is the little emperor so important that he can make these lowly people risk their lives for him?
Ying Cheng saw that there were actually children among this group of people, and each of them had eyes like hungry wolves.
Not like a human, but a beast who wants to eat raw meat and drink blood, a savage.
They began to mumble incomprehensible words again, but the little immortal Yingcheng could understand them. When this group of people said these three words, their faces flashed with the light of pilgrimage.
Then he looked at him viciously, gritting his teeth: "You are bullying the little immortal, you old bastard."
Before he could stop cursing, he was dragged out like a dead dog.
Ying Cheng was so frightened that he felt panic in his heart, and his body felt as if it was being cut into pieces, but the next moment, he could not care about anything else!
Looking up, I saw countless people holding torches, dyeing the dark sky a fiery red.
Many people were thrown around Ying Cheng one after another, all of them were colleagues in the court.
The people are rebelling? Why hasn't the riot in the capital been quelled yet?
What surprised him even more was yet to come. The next wave of people who came were actually wearing the uniforms of officers and soldiers.
Someone saw this, struggled to get up, pointed at the officers and soldiers and cursed: "Traitor, I am an official appointed by the court--"
Before he could finish his words, a bloody tooth flew out.
The leading young man's brows were sharp, like blood-red scimitars, so gorgeous that it was impossible to look directly at him. "I want to ask this old man, when you were bullying that prince, did you have any idea of the situation today? Are we the traitors, or are you, the disloyal and unfilial people who are relying on your age to bully others?"
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