"You crazy beast!"
Even Mo Bianchen, who was extremely well-educated, was driven crazy with anger.
If he even dares to attack his own father, does such a person still deserve to be called a human being
"Criticize me, scold me as much as you want!"
A victorious smile appeared on Mo Biehe's lips: "Anyway, this is the last time you can vent your emotions."
"Come here, chop off His Highness the Crown Prince's hands and feet. I want him to die piece by piece, in great pain."
"No!"
Yun Yanxiang's shoulders trembled, her face was miserable, and she almost fainted from grief and anxiety.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, Hanchuan, who was standing behind Yun Yan, fell directly from the third floor and fell heavily to the ground.
"what happened?"
Everyone's attention shifted.
"Mr. Hanchuan, why did you fall down the stairs when you were fine?"
Mo Biehe's face was full of confusion. Hanchuan was a very high-level practitioner. It was simply unbelievable that he lost his footing and fell from upstairs.
However, what responded to Mo Biehe was silence, and Hanchuan lay motionless on the ground.
Several soldiers walked over from behind Mo Biehe. After checking Hanchuan's body, their expressions suddenly changed and they said, "Reporting to the fourth prince, Mr. Hanchuan... he is not breathing."
What!
Everyone's eyes widened.
"Who killed Mr. Hanchuan?"
Mo Biehe was very angry. Hanchuan had always been the person he could rely on most and was deeply respected by him. He didn't expect that he would die under his eyes at this moment.
"Tell me! What happened just now?"
Mo Biehe looked at Mu Yu and Yun Yan on the third floor.
At this time, Yun Yan came back to her senses a little, but she didn't say a word to Mo Biehe's question.
Not to mention that she didn't know what happened just now. Even if she knew, she wouldn't be able to tell Mo Biehe a word.
"Reporting to the Fourth Prince, my master worked so hard for His Highness that he contracted a stubborn disease. He suddenly suffered a sudden attack and died suddenly."
Mu Yu straightened his back, calmly and calmly, and replied in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.
"Nonsense!" Mo Biehe yelled angrily.
What Mu Yu said was full of loopholes. As a practitioner, Hanchuan's body was far beyond what ordinary people could compare to.
It is absolutely impossible to contract a stubborn disease, let alone die suddenly.
"If you don't tell the truth, I will chop off your head directly!"
Mo Biehe stared at Mu Yu. For some reason, he suddenly felt that Mu Yu was a little weird and abnormal.
"Fourth Prince, I am telling the truth."
Mu Yu smiled lightly and said: "This kind of stubborn disease is really serious, even practitioners can't resist it."
"And the most frightening thing is that this stubborn disease is still contagious. Later, His Highness the Fourth Prince may also be infected."
"Who are you?" Mo Biehe looked at Mu Yu with murderous intent in his eyes.
By now, he was completely convinced that Mu Yu was definitely not one of his own.
As a slave, how can he look relaxed and indifferent when his master dies
How dare you speak to such a high-ranking prince
All this shows that Mu Yu is definitely not Hanchuan's slave, he is a fake.
Thinking of this, Mo Biehe's spine felt chilly and his heart felt frightened. Someone had lurked among them unknowingly.
If there were such people among the guards around him, wouldn't he be like Hanchuan and turn into a corpse in an instant