Ning Chen's eyelids drooped, and he looked at it with a playful expression, and the big cool dragon sparrow with five fingers clenched.

The blade of the sword flickered, and the stars shone brightly.

At the same time, through the friction of the breeze, a slowly stirring out of the contention, like a dragon and a bird, surrounded the whole scene.

Ning Zhixiang wiped away the cold sweat oozing from his forehead stiffly, and he didn't dare to look up at Ning Chen halfway.

"Bell."

Ning Chen's index finger flicked towards the blade of the sword, and the trembling sound wave rolled like a drum.

Ning Zhixiang shuddered coldly, and his cheeks were so blue that there was no blood.

To him, it was like a Grim Reaper's bell, urging him to hit the road.

Outside this courtyard, densely gathered, descendants from various royal families, some came to see the excitement, and some came to see the demeanor of the king side by side.

However, the situation at the scene is too weird.

Ning Zhixiang knelt on his knees, trembling.

Ning Hetu held the sword in one hand, pestle to the ground, and sat upright.

An uncle and a nephew, in such a posture, look at each other in pairs.

However, compared with Ning Chen's usual indifferent attitude, Ning Zhixiang was already depressed and restless.

As the leader of the Eight Kings gathering on behalf of the Ning royal family this time.

Ning Zhixiang is not the so-called incompetent layman, in fact, he has been following Ning Zhixiao for so many years, this master is not only sophisticated, but also good at scheming.

It's a pity that I met Ninghetu today.

is also from the Ning royal family, but they can achieve each other, which can be called a world of difference.

One is destined to stand on the top of the common people, and the other can only rely on the unsurpassed hope accumulated by his family for decades.

"You can't kill me, after all, I'm your fourth uncle."

After a long time, Ning Zhixiang gritted his teeth and warned, "Do you want to commit the following crime and kill your relatives in public?" ”

This sentence is like throwing a stone into the sea, causing an uproar.

Murong Qingyi, a group of royal heirs behind Huangfu Feiyue, almost at the same time, whispered.

Just now, Murong Qingyi was worried, once Ning Chen couldn't help but move Ning Zhixiang, he would inevitably bear the notoriety of committing the following crimes and killing his relatives.

In the final analysis, it is because of Ning Zhixiang's identity.

Let's not talk about other grievances for the time being, after all, it is still my fourth uncle, an elder in the same lineage, if this is done in public, the impact is too great.

"What should I do, Brother Ning looks like he is really going to do it." Murong Qingyi turned his head and asked for help from Huangfu Feiyue.

Huangfu Feiyue's brows were twisted into a line, and he was also anxious.

If it is slaughtered in private, it will not have such a big impact, and now that so many people are staring, if it is really killed, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Huangfu Feiyue rubbed his temples, took a deep breath, and prepared to go over to persuade.

Before he took a step, Ning Chen cast a light look.

That look was indifferent, firm, and seemed to carry an unquestionable determination.

"Brother Hetu?" Huangfu Feiyue's expression was embarrassed.

Ning Chen waved his hand and ordered, "It's none of your business, step back." ”

At this time, this matter has already been reported by the subordinates of various tribes.

Including Shangguan Tianhe and Murong Anlan, they were all stunned, but these scheming guys did not squeak at the first time, but waited and watched.

"Even my fourth uncle has to move, if he really kills him, we will have a chance to splash dirty water on him."

"I'm afraid now, he keeps the last trace of reason and doesn't dare to use his sword."

All in all, all sides are silent on this matter.

Originally, this time, Ning Zhixiao was afraid of unilaterally encountering Ning Chen and causing an accident.

Therefore, he sent Ning Zhixiang over, and in doing so, he could not only prove his authority in the Ning royal family, but also avoid risks.

However, Ning Zhixiang, who seemed to have no grudges with Ning Chen, suddenly fell into a deep situation and was in danger.

"Ning Hetu, I am your fourth uncle after all."

After Ning Zhixiang heard the slight criticism at the scene, his heart was suddenly full of confidence, as long as there was pressure from public opinion, this nephew who was close to him would definitely not dare to start.

I don't know if it's too confident or too self-conscious.

Ning Zhixiang's expression converged, and he suddenly stood up, and then looked down condescendingly at Ning Chen, who was sitting opposite.

Ning Chen's eyes were half-open and half-closed, as if he was contemplating.

The reason for such a posture is not to weigh the pros and cons, but to suddenly remember some old memories when I was in a trance just now.

In those years, the Ning royal family had a great business.

The number of descendants is increasing year by year.

In Ning Chen's generation alone, the brothers and sisters are counted in double digits, and the same is true for the father's generation.

As the saying goes, a wealthy family is as deep as the sea.

Ning Chen, who was still a child, had already seen the struggle for power in the family.

And, at the beginning, the most qualified to take over the power was his father, Ning Zhichuan, but at that time, Bai Yiqing decided to go into hiding, and he completely expressed his attitude and retreated.

It's a pity that there are some things, just like the saying that circulates in the mouths of martial artists in the world, people in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves.

In spite of oneself.

Especially when his mother's health was getting worse, Ning Zhichuan, who was busy taking care of the fluttering, had no time to take care of his son, so that the young Ning Hetu was subjected to a lot of white eyes and oppression at that time.

Today, Ning Chen vaguely remembers.

At the beginning, there was a fat boy of the same race who mocked himself for becoming a wild mongrel without a mother, and he was angry for a while, and the fat boy who beat him directly cried and called his mother.

Then, the fat boy's dad really appeared.

The slightly chubby man, while taking care of his son's injuries in distress, taught him, he is almost motherless, what do you call him?

Wild mongrels are wild mongrels are wild mongrels without a mother, and without a mother, there will be no upbringing, and in the future, they are destined to have no achievements, and they will just eat and wait for death for a lifetime.

The remnant sun is falling, and the man, holding his son, is gradually drifting away.

And these chattering words can not be forgotten for a lifetime, and they dare not forget.

A long sigh.

Ning Chen opened his eyes, stared at Ning Zhixiang quietly, and said in an indifferent tone, "Back then, you should have never imagined that you had no mother and no education in your mouth, and you were destined to eat and wait ......for death for the rest of your life."

"Today, you will become the king of the word side by side, right?"

Swish!

Ning Zhixiang's face turned blue all of a sudden, and there was a chill in his heart for no reason.

Some evil words are always remembered by those who speak them more than those who listen.

"I, I ......"

Ning Zhixiang opened his mouth and stammered, looking at Ning Chen who was approaching step by step, his pupils widened and his expression was pale.

"Hetu is very vindictive, especially when it implicates my mother."

Ning Chen patted Ning Zhixiang's pale cheek, pressed down with his five fingers, clenched the latter's neck, and forcibly mentioned it in the air.

"This ......"

The scene suddenly erupted in a burst of gasps.

Before everyone could react, Ning Zhixiang's pupils suddenly dilated, and the beams in his eyes gradually dissipated and gradually extinguished.

"You're damned."

Ning Chen exhaled heavily, his heart moved slightly, and he pinched Ning Zhixiang's throat bone on the spot.

If there is a grudge, there is a grudge.

If there is a grudge, cut it off.

Why do you need to think of the leisurely mouth of the people of the world?

(End of chapter)