Suddenly, countless people looked at the figure holding Changqin behind Li Daoqiang.
A long white linen dress, extremely cold, like a fairy in the moon palace, without a trace of color on her body, like wearing a filial piety.
Facing this Tianmo Qin Witch who caused a huge uproar at the beginning, most people knew the situation between him and Li Daoqiang.
Someone suddenly looked in the direction of Zhao Song.
But whether they know it or not, many people feel excited and envious.
Anger turns into beauty!
It has been talked about throughout the ages.
What's more, he is a supreme master, and the other side is also a big country.
Destroying a country for a beauty is even more legendary.
As for envy and jealousy, needless to say.
Huang Xuemei didn't pay attention to the gazes of others. Her ice-like eyes kept staring at Zhao Ji as if they were dead objects.
Only then did Zhao Ji realize that he was startled and had a bad feeling in his heart.
Behind him, the figure wearing royal robes and without a white beard changed his expression, lowered his head, and looked gloomy.
"Needless to say about my wife, she was the one who destroyed the Huang family and Tianlongmen.
Zhao Ji and Tong Guan, please kneel down first. "
Li Daoqiang's smile disappeared, and his voice became colder for the first time.
Accompanied by it is surging pressure.
All eyes immediately turned to Zhao Ji, without any doubt, they immediately believed him.
"Unjustly accused, Grand Master, I am really unjustly accused."
Zhao Ji immediately panicked, completely losing the power of an emperor.
But he didn't care about the power of the emperor at all at this time. He knew better that even if he was the emperor, he actually didn't have much say now.
No one in Zhao Song wanted to fight this battle.
In this case, an emperor with weak personal strength can be replaced.
He quickly said seriously: "I swear, I have never dealt with the Huang family and Tianlongmen. Tong Qing, Tong Qing, please tell me, when have we ever dealt with the Huang family and Tianlongmen?"
As he said that, he turned around with confidence and looked at the white-faced and beardless figure behind him wearing royal robes.
He was sure he didn't do it.
He had never known anything about Tianlongmen or the Huang Family, and this was even the first time he heard about it.
Everyone looked around and saw that many people knew him.
Tong Guan, who was granted the throne as an eunuch and whose strength reached a peerless level, was definitely a giant in the Song Dynasty court.
Tong Guan still lowered his head, his eyes flickered for a few times, then he raised his eyes and said solemnly: "Guan, you have forgotten that back then you loved music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and wanted to collect worldly treasures.
The Tianmo Qin is the best among Qins. "
Zhao Ji was stunned and looked at Tong Guan in disbelief.
Everyone else didn't believe it. These words clearly confirmed the truth, and many eyes immediately showed sneers. Zhao Ji has actually done a lot of 'good' things since he came to the throne.
Huang Xuemei was filled with murderous intent, almost uncontrollable.
"Grand Master, I have no knowledge of this matter. There must be a misunderstanding. I would like to ask Grand Master to clarify and forgive me." Zhao Ji's face was stiff and he bowed slightly.
Tong Guan followed up with a salute and said seriously: "The master knows clearly that back then, Tian Mo Qin was indeed what I wanted, but the destruction of the Huang family and the Tianlong Sect was definitely not what I wanted.
These are all things done by the white wolf from the East who is ambitious and inferior to pigs and dogs.
When I found out about this, I captured Dongfang Bai and kept him in jail, intending to hand it over to the head master and his wife.
I also ask the master to look carefully and if there is anything wrong with what I have said, I will be willing to die. "
Zhao Ji breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with sincerity on his face.
Huang Xuemei gritted her teeth secretly and couldn't bear to speak.
Li Daoqiang turned sideways and reached out to hold the little hand in front of the public. He squeezed it hard and gave it a reassuring look.
I don't know how many people looked stunned, their eyes twitching.
At this time...
Even Huang Xuemei immediately wanted to withdraw her hands and turned her head away.
Li Daoqiang didn't look at Zhao Ji and the others, nor did he care about the eyes of others. He said quietly: "I asked you to kneel down, didn't you hear me?"
Zhao Ji and Tong Guan's expressions froze and looked very ugly.
It is simply impossible to make them kneel down in public.
Many people on Zhao Song's side were also like this.
The middle-aged man in royal robes said solemnly: "Master, it's clear that the matter has been made clear. I, the Song Dynasty, have indeed done something wrong, and I am willing to apologize and make compensation.
Whatever the master wants, just ask, and I, the Song Dynasty, will do my best. "
Li Daoqiang let go of Huang Xuemei's little hand, gave her a gentle smile, and turned to look at the person who spoke.
Without warning, he raised his hand.
In an instant, the space seemed to be turned upside down.
Huang Shang and Eunuch Cheng reacted immediately and moved in unison.
Countless people only saw that the void was distorted and uncertain, and even the slightest black cracks appeared, which was ferocious and terrifying.
"boom!"
There was a moderate muffled sound, and the atmosphere was so tense that it was on the verge of breaking out, and many people were ready to take action.
For a moment, everything became quiet again.
Li Daoqiang stood there, as if he had never moved, but stretched out one hand. There, the man in royal robes who had just spoken was kneeling, with a horrified face in front of the hand, motionless.
The figures of Huang Shang and Eunuch Cheng stood in front of Zhao Ji, their faces extremely solemn, flashing with suspicion.
"Uncle Eight Emperors!"
Zhao Ji's throat was dry and his whole body was stiff, and he hadn't fully reacted yet.
How can it be?
The Eight Emperors Uncle is a peerless strong man, how is this possible?
There was a wave of excitement in the crowd who saw clearly.
Especially those powerful masters, because many of them can see how powerful the man in the king's robe is.
That is a peerless strong man!
There was no resistance, and he was caught in his hands like a chicken.
The supreme master~!
Many of them are more silent.
"Master, are you going to take action now?" Huang Shang said solemnly, the atmosphere became more intense and tense, and many people had already mentioned their skills.
Li Daoqiang ignored it and looked at the person in his hand.
"Pah pah pah~!"
There was a sound on the man's body, like a deflated rubber ball, and he suddenly collapsed, his face turned ashen, and he was entirely supported by Li Daoqiang's palms.
Zhao Song was no longer calm, and Li Daoqiang actually destroyed him.
"Your Majesty!
"snort!"
"Li Daoqiang, you have gone too far!"
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There were angry sounds everywhere, but Li Daoqiang turned a blind eye, looked at the crippled person in his hands, and said calmly: "I hit you too hard, and I actually crippled you. I'm really sorry. I apologize to you, I'm sorry."
"You~!"
The middle-aged prince was filled with hatred.
"Ha." Li Daoqiang laughed and said calmly: "Looking at your age, why are you still so stupid.
If apologizing is useful, what is the use of martial arts?
idiot. "
Throw it away casually, like throwing away a dirty rag, without looking at it again.
The middle-aged prince fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and he died immediately.
"Li Daoqiang, you are going too far!"
"Arrogant, Li Daoqiang, do you really want to fight me, Da Song, to the death?"
"Uncle Eight Emperors!"
"Your Majesty!"
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(I'll try my best to see if I can get out the second chapter, but don't get your hopes up. Let's go to bed first.)
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
