"Good, good!" Lu Bing suddenly laughed and straightened up.
The pain during this period of time caused his straight waist to be almost bent by the sad news.
"Presumptuous!" Huang Jin scolded angrily.
Feng Bao stood at the door, sighed slightly, and lowered his head.
"The emperor is becoming more domineering." Lu Bing stood up long, as if forgetting all his grief, and said loudly, "If this is the case, why call me?"
"Give you a chance." Emperor Jiajing said.
"Then I will give you a chance, too." Lu Bing closed his smile: "How about five steps of blood splashing?"
The smoke curling up shook.
"Bold! Dare to threaten the emperor, do you want to destroy the Nine Clans?" Huang Jin was bold.
"Shut up!" Lu Bing narrowed his eyes and glanced at Huang Jin.
Huang Jin's heart shook, and his slightly opened mouth closed again.
"Kill me, you won't be able to protect you anymore." Jiajing Emperor said quietly: "The Lu Family is over, the Yang Family is over, and everyone who has a relationship with you is over."
"So, I won't kill you." Lu Bing looked at Emperor Jiajing in the smoke and said seriously: "But you must also understand that if you don't kill you, you can't kill you, but you can't kill you."
After Lu Bing finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and turned away.
"You should cultivate the Dao carefully and stop getting involved with Jin Yiwei and Bai Lianjiao."
Huang Jin heard what Lu Bing left behind, and Huang Jin also heard that Emperor Jiajing gurgled while holding Fuchen's hand.
Huang Jin couldn't help but shrank his head... In this palace, how many people are protecting the emperor, and there are those who will kill the emperor under Lu Bing's order
Lu Bing has been in charge of Jinyiwei for decades, how many of his cronies are among the palace guards
The palace change that year is still vivid.
How many other palace ladies, eunuchs, and guards are there
Forget it... Since he's back, God wouldn't dare to accept him, so I just want to...
…
Since Lu Bing appeared, it seems that Beijing has gone back in time overnight.
Lu Bing just sat back in the original position.
Just no longer enter the palace.
However, the dead can no longer survive.
Those who left will never come back.
Lu Bing didn't make any cruel moves, but instead carried out a big cleaning inside Jin Yiwei.
With the support of his old subordinates, those who were easily shaken, those who were bought, and the Jinyiwei who was later inserted in, were swept out one after another.
"We can't sit and wait!" These people gathered next to Zhu Liu and Zhang Mo.
Zhu Liu did not speak, and Zhang Mo was also silent.
"Lu Bing came back from Yunnan and only brought back Yang Sen and Huang Lian'er, and now Yang Sen is also dead." Heiwuchang, who has always been taciturn, suddenly said: "As long as Lu Bing is killed, his old men will not dare Openly opposed the emperor."
"But, with so many people loyal to him, we can't get close to him at all." Someone worried.
"Then lead him out." Hei Wuchang said viciously. He looked pale and ghostly at Zhu Liu, and then continued: "Yunnan, his vitality is badly injured... If Lu Bing gets back from his anger, our White Lotus Sect will be annihilated!"
Zhang Mo was finally moved. He thought about it, and said to Zhu Liu: "You can't look back now, you must kill Lu Bing... As long as Lu Bing dies, we have a chance to turn around."
Zhu Liu was silent, Zhang Mo suddenly turned his head, and said to Zhou Bin, who was also silent: "You are obediently obedient with the emperor's order... Do you think Lu Bing doesn't hate you?"
Zhou Bin listened, looked at Zhang Mo for a long time, and then said to Zhu Liu: "You said it."
"..." Zhu Liu thought for a long time, sighed, and lowered his head.
Zhou Bin's expression was a little strange when he saw Zhu Liu's acquiescence, but the strangeness passed by, and no one noticed.
When the crowd dispersed, Zhang Mo suddenly whispered to one person: "Go to the southeast and let Hu Zongxian start! Tell him that if you don't start, it will be too late."
…
Zhang Mo came to a wing and saw the bloody and unrecognizable person on the bed, he couldn't help sighing: "It's a pity, there's no time, otherwise it won't make you die so easily."
The bloody man squirmed, his hands and feet tied with chains and nailed to the wall and underneath.
The iron chain was deeply immersed in his flesh and blood, and was already connected to his blood.
"Your mouth is really hard." Zhang Mo couldn't help sighing: "Unexpectedly, you, a little blacksmith, would have such perseverance. After several months of torturing you with black and white impermanence, there was no gain."
It turned out that this unrecognizable person turned out to be an iron head.
Tietou's lips, nose, eyelids, and ears have all been cut off.
The exposed teeth and eyeballs are extremely scary.
In order to obtain the skill of iron-head forging soldiers to strike iron, black and white impermanence torture him can be described as unscrupulous.
Tietou's eyes rolled slightly.
Zhang Mo saw it and continued: "You are quite able to sustain it... But today is the day when you are on the road... Don't be afraid to tell you that Lu Bing actually came back... All, I can't keep you."
Hearing it, Tietou moved abruptly, making a "hehe" gasp in his mouth, as if he was laughing.
Zhang Mo was a little annoyed. He drew the short knife from his waist and was about to stab it. When suddenly his ear moved, he flew out the short knife as a hidden weapon with his hand.
With a "dingdong" sound, the short knife was shot down.
Zhang Mo turned around and saw Liu Biao appear at the door.
Zhang Mo frowned slightly and said, "Are you following me?"
"If I don't follow you, how can I find him." Liu Biao was expressionless.
"You don't still dream of going back to Lu Bing, do you?" Zhang Mo smiled mockingly.
"It's not just me going back." Liu Biao remained calm: "I will take him away."
"Only you?" Zhang Mo gently shook the folding fan.
Liu Biao stopped talking and came with a waist knife!
Zhang Mo sneered and made a fight with Liu Biao.
Zhang Mo's skill has always been better than Liu Biao's. At this time, Zhang Mo's folding fan can be used more freely in the room, which also takes advantage of the weapon.
Sure enough, Liu Biao was not an opponent. After the two played more than a dozen rounds, Liu Biao gradually became no opponent.
Liu Biao fought desperately, but only when he couldn't defend, did Zhang Mo be forced.
Zhang Mo focused his attention, and pointed a fan to Liu Biao's chest. Liu Biao didn't dodge, and one foot was still in Zhang Mo's lower abdomen.
Zhang Mo was kicked back, stepped on the iron chain under his foot, and involuntarily leaned back.
Zhang Mo hurriedly supported the bed, but the half-dead iron head on the bed suddenly bounced and hugged Zhang Mo!
Zhang Mo was taken aback, but he didn't break free.
Zhang Mo was furious, holding an iron fan, and smashing at the door of the iron head, blood and blood splattered!
However, the iron head still does not let go!
But Liu Biao’s knife has arrived...
The white lotus religion has high authority, resourcefulness, and martial arts, the Ksitigarbha Venerable, died like this... It's sigh, ridiculous...