Please Murong Family Master, die generously!

After Murong Qingyi heard such a sentence, his expression suddenly turned as white as snow.

Her Murong royal family will even encounter a situation where the descendants of the heirs will openly rebel.

It was made and it was the opposite of Murong Anlan.

As Murong Anlan's third son, his third uncle, and the descendant of the old family master of Murong who was cultivated by him, unexpectedly asked openly that Murong Anlan hurry up and kill himself on the spot.

This......

The greed of human nature is vividly demonstrated at this moment.

Murong Kang is now waiting for Murong Anlan to die, so that he can take over the entire royal family without hindrance, and when the time comes, he will take over the power of the royal family, which can be described as in full swing.

At that time, the territory of thousands of miles in the north will be respected by everyone!

With such a temptation, how could Murong Kang be willing to miss?

"Murong Kang, you are simply dehumanized."

At this moment, Murong Xuan, who was seriously injured, could not do anything except endure the pain and scold.

Murong Kang sat upright.

He glanced at Murong Xuan with almost contempt, and said in an indifferent tone, "Old man, those who achieve great things are not informal, you are still too kind, and there are some things that you can't learn in your life." ”

"You ......"

Murong Xuan was annoyed and angry.

Murong Kang raised his head high and said proudly, "My father once taught me that if it is a big thing, benevolence, righteousness, morality, and righteousness can be thrown away." ”

"Right, father?"

Looking at each other from afar, gloating.

This middle-aged man, dressed in linen and filial piety, with elite soldiers in his hands, successfully blocked this border road that was expected of the royal city and became Murong Anlan's final ghost gate.

Cannibalism and room-fighting.

With such a big drama, even Qin Moxie felt that it was fast.

simply pressed the blade and looked at Murong Anlan, who was sitting in the carriage and never replied a word.

In fact, when he left, Murong Anlan already knew that there was something wrong with the family.

But these heirs, decades of steady development, whether it is minions or power, can be regarded as deep-rooted and flourishing.

To a certain extent, he Murong Anlan has more than enough heart but not enough strength.

He raised five sons in his lifetime.

Not counting the third child who died young, the remaining four sons.

Among these four people, only Murong Xuan has never been interested in power, and he is the only one who stood up without hesitation when his life was in danger.

"Kang'er, whoever the Murong royal family hands over to manage, I can rest assured, it's you alone, I'm unwilling." Murong Anlan finally took the initiative to open his mouth.

When Murong Kang heard this, he laughed angrily, "It's a pity, only I can sit in the position of the head of the family, isn't it?" ”

Murong Anlan was undeniable in the face of such a reply.

Or rather, there is no way to refute it.

"Are you in a hurry?" After a long time, Murong Anlan suddenly asked.

Murong Kang was stunned at first, and then laughed, that hideous, crazy posture made this laughter feel like a frenzy.

Murong Anlan's words are indeed correct.

He could have waited for Qin Moxie to finish his move before coming forward.

However, in the end, because of the anger and even shame in his heart, he couldn't help but jump out, eager to see Murong Anlan die outside this side of the plug.

"You have never been optimistic about me, and you are not willing to pass on the position of head of the family to me, but so what, not only can I watch you die now, but I can also take the position of head of the family."

"Father, do you regret it a little now? Or rather, unwilling? ”

The west wind blows.

Goshawk hovering.

The three parties are facing each other.

Compared with Murong Kang, who was overwhelmed, Qin Moxie was alone, with a slender back, and the simple war knife on his waist made a crisp sound from time to time.

"In the whole world, who can stop me from Murong Kang and promote me to the position of head of the family? With you, an old thing with no fangs? ”

Murong Kang danced with his hands and laughed loudly.

Qin Moxie, who was already surrounded by arms.

It seemed that he was unwilling to delay any longer, and took a step forward, and the void trembled slightly.

"Grandpa."

Murong Qingyi shuddered coldly, and his expression turned pale.

Mu Ronglan clenched Murong Qingyi tightly and asked, "Child, you are my most distressed eldest granddaughter, if anyone dares to bully you in the future, remember to find him." ”

Murong Qingyi's dull pupils suddenly flashed with a bright light.

He promised me that he would do it.

But now, in the face of the aggressive Qin Moxie and the frenzied third uncle Murong Kang, where is he?

"Brother Hetu ......"

Murong Qingyi closed his eyes and muttered.

Sonorous!

The quaint war knife is out of the sheath.

At the same time, Murong Xuan, who looked tense, took a few steps with difficulty, ready to intercept again.

Murong Kang has nothing to do with himself, hanging high, looking like he is watching a play.

"You can't stop me." A sneer appeared on the corner of Qin Moxie's mouth, and his tone was disdainful.

"Then what if, change to this king to stop you?"

In a split second.

A sword comes from the west, and the sun flies to the immortals.

The starry blue sky bloomed with stunning brilliance, like a white satin across the sky.

Gazing carefully, you can see the tail of Bai Mang, and there is a figure galloping at great speed, because the speed is too fast, leaving a trail of afterimages.

Qin Moxie had just lifted the quaint battle knife into the air.

Suddenly encountered interception, and with a sonorous sound, it exploded into a sky full of sparks.

"Huh?"

Qin Moxie subconsciously retreated a few steps.

The big cool dragon finch landed in mid-air, slanting into the soft sand, and at the same time, the dragon finch groaned, and the sound surged.

Immediately after, a white figure silently stopped in front of Murong Anlan's carriage.

Python robe.

Silver Boots.

The first sword.

"Brother Hetu."

Murong Qingyi quickly poked out his little head, and after seeing that it was really Ning Chen, a hanging heart could finally fall.

"Side by side Wang Ninghetu?"

Murong Kang and thousands of soldiers and horses, after determining Ning Chen, their expressions subconsciously tensed.

No one would have thought that Ning Hetu, who had already publicly broken with the royal family, would appear here?!

"Ning Hetu, this is a private matter of my royal family, why should you meddle as an outsider?" Murong Kang frowned deeply and said in a deep voice.

Ning Chen glanced at Murong Kang lightly, "Waiting for Old Man Murong to die so happily is indeed a bit too hasty, why don't I send you on your way first?" ”

"You ......"

Murong Kang took a breath of surprise, his brows twitching.

Qin Moxie looked at Ning Chen with interest, "Ning Jian's grandson? ”

Ning Chen didn't make a sound, still staring at Murong Kang with bright eyes.

Murong Kang suddenly felt his pores terrified.

The appearance of Ning Chen is tantamount to variables.

And the reason why Murong Kang dared to be unscrupulous was because after leaving the city, he immediately blocked Murong Wangcheng, and there was no news from it for the time being.

As long as he witnessed the death of Murong Anlan, the power of the royal family could be successfully taken over.

But now, if Murong Anlan can return to the royal family alive.

Then he can only wait for death.

"In any case, the old man must die today." Murong Kang's five fingers were clenched, and his eyes were murderous.

(End of chapter)