An Jingbo relied on his fierceness to kill all the way down, and the people in the court changed one batch after another.
He doesn't care whether the government has become treacherous or not, as long as no one in the world dares to refute him...
When the Kuba tribe broke into the city and the Kuba leader tied the bowstring around his neck, he felt unusually calm.
He felt extremely relieved to have this disgusting country bury him with him.
Everything will end with his death...
But when he opened his eyes again, An Jing was very confused. What did he see?
He still had some impression of Min'er. This woman was as crazy as his mother and concubine.
The mother-in-law committed herself to the eunuch and gave him two steamed buns, a bowl of vegetables and an egg in exchange for him. The meal should not be worth much, but it took away the mother-in-law's life.
When Min'er came, he was originally very repulsive, but she was the only one besides his mother and concubine who was still willing to treat him well after he was relegated to the cold palace.
Just when he and Min'er were living a good life in the cold palace, Min'er was beaten to death.
From that day on, he never accepted anyone.
There was even resentment in his heart about why he was so weak.
Why did the mother-in-law and Min'er do things that would lead to their own death? It didn't matter if it was for his own good. He really couldn't bear such good things.
With no one to protect you, you have to rely on yourself.
His appearance took after that of his mother and concubine. The older he got, the more delicate his face became, gradually catching the eyes of those murderers.
As time went by, there were always those who came to the cold palace to have fun with him. Even if he resisted in every possible way, he couldn't defeat those people at all, and he would be defeated eight times out of ten times.
Only then did he know why there were so many bruises on his mother's body.
With endless hatred in his heart, An Jinghao gritted his teeth and survived.
Whenever he was bullied during the day and had trouble sleeping in the cold palace at night, he would secretly resent everyone and even carefully designed a way to die for everyone.
But when he opened his eyes today, he actually saw Min'er.
The figure that became blurred in the memory actually became vivid again.
When Min'er put him down, he was actually confused and looked at his little hands and feet.
An Jinghao was surprised to find that he was back to his childhood.
After going through all the previous events in his mind, An Jingyi couldn't tell for a moment whether this was a dream or whether everything that happened before was just a dream.
If one of them is a dream, why are they all so real?
An Jingbo stood on the ground and stared blankly at Jin Qing who put him down. He felt that the beast-like instinct in his dream was still there, and he could clearly feel other people's plans for him.
But he never expected that before he could examine Jin Qing's intentions for him, Jin Qing had already put him here and turned around to leave.
After all, he was an old friend whom he had relied on a few years ago. An Jingyi subconsciously wanted to go over and hold Jin Qing, but due to his height, he only hugged Jin Qing's legs.
Then there was a scene of being kicked out by Jin Qing.
If 707 knew what An Jingyi was thinking, he would definitely say clearly: I will make you a fool.
It is estimated that the previous missionaries were all rushing to complete the mission, so they tried their best to be kind to An Jingbo from the beginning.
But this An Jingbo has been tortured to his wits. Therefore, the better they treat An Jingbo and the more enthusiastic they look at An Jingbo, the more wary An Jingbo becomes towards them.
And Jin Qing's unreasonable behavior just hit An Jing's trust...
An Jingbo began to fall rapidly. He felt that the longevity noodles he had eaten in the morning were churning into a ball in his stomach, which made him want to die. Why didn't he know that Ding Min'er had such great strength.
Moreover, is he going to die again?
Strange, why does he use...
At this time, Jin Qing was taking aim with 707 on the ground.
707 screamed: "Left, go a little further to the left, no, the wind is blowing, go a little to the right..." Host, be sure to keep your eyes open, otherwise you will get a baby cake soon.
Jin Qing nervously followed the sound of 707 and moved left and right, still uncertain: "Shut up, can you tell which way you are moving?"
707: "..." Can you please shut me up and ask me questions at the same time?
Finally, just when An Jing was about to land, Jin Qing had already hugged An Jing and rolled to the side more than ten times along with the force of his fall.
There are weeds everywhere on the ground in Leng Palace because Jin Qing is taller than An Jinghao.
Therefore, there were many cuts on her head, face and clothes.
However, these are nothing compared to the pain caused by the fracture.
An Jingbo just flew too high and fell very fast, but Jin Qing, the client, can only be said to be relatively strong.
Therefore, after forcibly picking up An Jingqi, even if he relieved some of his strength, many bones in Jin Qing's body were still broken.
Even though it healed extremely quickly, it still hurt.
Feeling that his body was repairing, Jin Qing stood up slowly, moved his joints, and lifted An Jingbao off the ground.
Lifting An Jingbo above her head, Jin Qing forced a smile on her face: "Wasn't it fun? Do you want to do it again?" Of course, she had to do a full set of the show. She must have pretended to be like a game, and she made the child happy. , can’t even speak.
707: "..." You are a psycho, but you are the only one who can teach normal children.
Seeing the ferocious smile on Jin Qing's face, An Jinghao finally came back to his senses.
When he heard Jin Qing ask him if he wanted to do it again, An Jing's eyes widened, and he wanted to shout to Jin Qing: I will kill all nine of your tribes.
An Jinghao did the same thing. He opened his mouth and then "vomited".
He spat out all the undigested Shou noodles on the back of Jin Qing's head.
Jin Qing: "..." I'm here.
707: "Haha" Host, you should be lucky that you lifted this child high enough.
An Jingbo also obviously felt embarrassed. He opened his mouth to say something to Jin Qing. After all, he was the king of a country, and this was too detrimental to his majesty.
Then he opened his mouth again and said "vomit".
Jin Qing: "..." The back of my neck!
707: "..." Wish yourself the best of luck!
Thinking of losing his decades-old face, An Jingzhen felt like crying, and then he felt a surge of heat gushing out from under his body, and he actually lost control.
Unable to bear such a strong stimulation, An Jinghao turned pale and fainted.
707: "..." This is how a generation of tyrants was ruined.
Looking at An Jing's neck that was so slender that it seemed like it could break with a twist, Jin Qing lowered her eyes and didn't know what she was thinking.
Looking at Jin Qing with a gloomy expression, 707 cautiously suggested to her: "Host, why don't we go back to space!"
If you leave now, you will kill a future tyrant at most, but if you call that ancestor out, the world will be destroyed in a matter of minutes.
