"Here!"

Xiyuan War Zone.

"What?"

Qiu Hentian was frightened and angry: "Is Xu Mutian dead in prayer?"

Hou Yuanqinning pointed out: "The news should not be wrong. I pray that 300 grand masters will be besieged and killed by the Southern King for 100."

"Xu Mutian!"

Qiu Hentian grinned and his fists clenched.

After a long time, he sighed heavily: "How could you die in prayer... Without you, who will restrain me for the king? How can you let the king rest assured me?"

"My king, the king will not attack you. Without Xu Mutian, there is no master in the southern border, and the dragon's four legs are missing. The king cannot lose you anymore."

Qiu Hentian sighed and said, "Forget it... Let the Iron Cavalry of Xiyuan wear a black belt on his shoulders and pay tribute to the king!"

"Here." Hou Yuanqin retreated.

Xiyuan Prince Consort's Mansion.

"Xu Mutian is dead! Hahaha, it's great! He is dead! He is really dead! Hahaha, it's so dead! Good!" Qiu Yuxuan, the daughter of Qiu Hentian, was ecstatic.

But Wang Fengyuan, whose pseudonym was Ding Yi, looked ugly.

"Why did Xu Mutian die? He shouldn't die in the hands of others, he must die in my hands!"

"Full in the future, Xu Mutian is dead, right? He is dead, hahahaha... you should be happy, hurry up, love me! Celebrate his death! Love me fiercely!"

Bang!

A loud slap echoed in the hall.

Qiu Yuxuan looked at Wang Fengyuan in disbelief.

"Dare you hit me?"

"So what if you hit you? Bad guy! I'll beat you to death! Why should Xu Mutian die at the hands of others? Why?" Wang Fengyuan's eyes were full of cruelty, and he knocked Qiu Yuxuan to the ground with one punch, kicking her in the stomach one after another.

Qiu Yuxuan let out a cry of pain and fainted.

But Wang Fengyuan still kicked hard.

From this day on, Qiu Yuxuan's nightmare came!

On the coast of the East China Sea, millions of soldiers lost their voices.

Everyone, wearing black belts on their shoulders, commemorates the fall of the Heavenly Dragon King.

In the capital, in the palace.

The Lord of Tianlong looked complicated.

"Is Xu Mutian really dead?"

"It should be dead."

"I don't believe it unless the corpse is placed in front of me."

"Pray that the ghost stream will be sad in the abyss, and that those who fall down will never appear in the world."
Chapter completed!