The Prodigal Son of the Empire

Gao Yanqing couldn't even utter a word, from the top to the bottom, this kind of blow was enough...

"call!"

At this moment, Wang Kang let out a long breath and retreated from the state just now...

He looked at his hands subconsciously. In fact, he knew what he did just now, but he didn't know why he could do it to that extent.

But now I don't feel that way anymore.

Why is that?

Wang Kang frowned tightly.

He didn't understand and was puzzled.

There is a problem, there must be a problem.

Wang Kang is too aware of his own strength. He has many martial arts masters around him, and they have special abilities. They can see through the flaws of other people's moves, and they will understand some of them.

But this is all theoretical.

It's like treating yourself without treating yourself, he understands but doesn't.

Because he has no foundation and has never practiced seriously.

But just now, he seems to have mastered it and reached that level naturally?

Why is that?

Wang Kang couldn't figure it out.

If he looked at the small bag on his waist at this moment, he would find that the amber was gone, the worm, or the Gu entered his body, and never came out again...

"His Majesty!"

"grown ups!"

At this time, the person next to him came over and interrupted his thoughts, Wang Kang didn't think about it any more, it was a good thing anyway...

"Your Majesty, you were really too powerful just now, you killed all directions!"

Wang Zhi exclaimed.

"You are really a genius, your strength..."

"stop!"

Wang Kang stopped them immediately.

"Don't say any more."

Because he himself didn't know what was going on.

"Understood, we understand."

"Don't say it."

Wang Zhi also specially ordered: "Pass down the order, and nothing that His Majesty has done today shall be mentioned again!"

They all understand.

Are you clumsy?

This is normal.

Others thought that Wang Kang was powerless, but he was actually a real master...

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Wang Kang was also speechless for a while.

Forget it, misunderstanding is misunderstanding.

Now Gao Yanqing has been controlled, his power has also been broken up, everything is settled, and it is time to hand it over to Gao Yin.

The more he does it, the more he will overwhelm the host.

"Brother Kang."

Gao Yin was pushed over by someone, and the person who pushed him was Princess Jingle, Gao Lin.

Gao Lin looked at him with complicated eyes, but didn't say hello.

Wang Kang can understand.

Gao Lin should have resentment towards him.

She knows everything, everything.

Qi Guo can have the present, and it is inseparable from Wang Kang...

Forget it.

Wang Kang also avoided embarrassment.

"It's all up to you now."

Wang Kang looked at Gao Yanqing and said, "He's also handed over to you."

"I don't accept it, I don't accept it!"

Gao Yanqing shouted.

"Gao Yin, you are a piece of trash. If it wasn't for Wang Kang, what are you? Even a cripple like you wants to be the Emperor of Qi?"

"I don't agree!"

"Damn you, damn you all!"

Such scolding, but Gao Yin was very calm.

"Uncle Seven, I'll call you Uncle Seven one last time."

Gao Yin said: "Even if there is a great grievance between you and my father, it has already been separated from each other. After all, we are all one family, why do you want to do this!"

"Fourth brother, sixth brother, they are all dead, is this what you want?"

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