The cold flames burned on his body, and with a snapping sound, the silver threads bound to Sang Zhiheng's body broke.

Sang Zhiheng didn't seem to feel the pain of being burned by the fire at all, he stretched out his hand with difficulty, supported it on the ground with his right hand, and staggered to his feet with a little strength.

The man's black robe burned, and he stretched out his arms in a gesture of embracing the sky.

The color of the eyes also turned blue and blue against the background of the flames.

Like the vertical pupils of a poisonous snake, it is vicious and vicious.

At this moment, the rest of the people in the field had already been evacuated, and only the people from the Marshal's Mansion remained.

Before the flames, the handsome young man stood with his hands in his hands.

The wind ruffled her dark hair.

Under the black hair, a pair of cold eyes fell lightly on Sang Zhiheng's face.

It's like the scene in front of me, it's ordinary.

There was still a cold and indifferent smile on her thin lips, and her posture was wanton.

Sang Zhiheng made a gurgling sound in his throat, accompanied by a terrifying laugh like a bird's scream, he suddenly stretched out his hand, and actually gouged out his eyeballs alive.

Eerie laughter.

Brutal movements.

Seeing in everyone's ears and eyes, goosebumps were immediately aroused.

"Marshal Yan, my master asked me to say hello to you."

"Today's matter, just say hello!"

Sang Zhiheng's eyes were bloody, and he said the whole sentence in a negative way, and raised his hand suddenly.

His eyes fell into flames.

The blue-white flames around him burned more violently in an instant.

The raging flames drowned Sang Zhiheng's whole person into it.

The figure was barely to be seen again.

The flame is fueled by the human body and burns silently.

From the initial raging fire slowly turned into flames, and finally disappeared.

And Sang Zhiheng's body turned into ashes in this flame.

The place under his feet had been burned to a grayish white.

"Smack!"

When the last flames were extinguished, something seemed to fall to the ground.

Yuan Jing stepped forward and bent down to reach for the thin piece of badge.

The moment he touched the badge, Yuan Jing's eyebrows suddenly locked.

He turned around and walked back and handed the badge to Yan Tao.

"Marshal, this is something left by Fang Zhiheng."

The coat of arms is pale gold.

With the starry sky as the background, three golden vertical stripes are arranged in the center.

As if, it was a totem.

The boy lowered his eyes and looked at the badge for a long time.

The hand holding the badge tightened slightly.

A pair of peach blossom eyes narrowed, and the bottom of the eyes reflected coldness and coldness.

"Go look it up."

"Yes."

Yuan Jing took the order and turned to leave.

Also took away a team of guards.

Beside him, Fang Menglong glanced at the badge, his brows furrowed, and a look of contemplation flashed in his eyes from time to time.

It's as if I thought of something.

"The head of the family, this matter is my ineffective handling and let the thieves take advantage of the loophole. Please punish the head of the house! ”

Ever since Yan Si stood there just now, his hands and feet were cold and stiff, and his mind was buzzing, as if he was about to explode.

And his whole body was even more drenched in sweat.

At this moment, he knelt on the ground, and his eyes were both guilty and self-blame.

His forehead was pressed against the cold ground, waiting for Yan Tao's punishment.

Young Master Yan glanced at him coldly, "If you don't do things well, you can go to the northwest for ten years." When you will do something, you will roll back to Lao Tzu. ”

Yan Si gritted his teeth slightly and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Yes!" ”