Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

Ye Jinglan suddenly found it irritating to hear him speak so obscenely.

"You are such a bastard, you are so useless that you still don't know how to be content. Then I will send you to a good place."

Ye Jinglan grabbed his hair and dragged him out of the yard. After walking several hundred meters, they found a stinky ditch.

Seeing his unfriendly expression, the man began to get scared.

"Let me go, what do you want to do?"

Ye Jinglan let go of his hand and sneered, "I will send you to see Grandma right now."

The man didn't understand at first. His grandmother was already gone, let alone his grandmother.

But he felt a heaviness on his head and a stabbing pain drilling down from the top of his head. The man screamed in pain and his whole body shook like a sieve.

"Remember to be more careful with your words in your next life, especially around girls."

Ye Jinglan exerted force on his palm, and the man suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Ye Jinglan glanced at him coldly and walked forward without looking back.

After walking ten steps away, he suddenly felt a burning sensation between his eyebrows and immediately stopped.

Thinking about killing several people in the past two days, Ye Jinglan couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

He closed his eyes and regulated his breathing for a full cup of tea before the burning sensation slowly subsided.

I looked up inadvertently and found a dark cloud above my head, which is now slowly dissipating.

I’m not really going to be struck by lightning!

The corner of Ye Jinglan's mouth twitched, and then he smiled jokingly, thinking that he was too suspicious.

He is not a cultivator, so where did the thunder tribulation come from? The old Taoist was probably just exaggerating.

The town was not very big. It only took Ye Jinglan half an hour to walk around the town and deal with several criminals, but he did not meet any suitable patients.

Because he was anxious to find the man named Su, Ye Jinglan did not stay too long. He found a family, bought a horse, and then went to the next town.

At the same time, Luo Shuiqing had returned to the top of the mountain and sent out the unique signal of Feiyao Country. A moment later, a figure appeared in front of him.

Qinghui bowed slightly.

"Meet the King."

Luo Shuiqing hid his appearance and was once again shrouded in black fog.

"Did you give the order for them to massacre the people?"

Qing Hui was slightly startled.

"What do you mean, Lord?"

Luo Shuiqing snorted coldly.

"You are still pretending. I have seen many innocent people die tragically in the past two days. They all claim to be descendants of Feiyao. If all the people in the tribe are so cruel, even if we restore the country, we will be cursed for ten thousand years. Do you want to kill all these people?"

Qing Hui bowed and said, "I didn't know about this. I only gave them the order to meet up at Lianyun Mountain, and never asked them to kill anyone."

Luo Shuiqing looked at him through the black fog and said coldly, "Qinghui, don't let me down. Give orders immediately to ensure that no one is harmed. Anyone who dares to violate military law will be executed!"

"Yes, I will pass the order to everyone right away."

Qinghui walked away backwards, looking calm and composed, with not much expression on his handsome face.

But the more this happened, the more Yan Qinglan couldn't see through it. On that day, she used up all her skills to wash away Qinghui's hostility and sent him to the heavenly path in order to steal the Yingtian Stone. Unexpectedly, she made him develop a set of kung fu that allowed him to remain calm.

Qinghui never looked back, his eyes were very calm, but for the first time, there was a hint of incomprehensible fluctuation in his gaze.

Being too soft-hearted is not advisable. Luo Shuiqing has already disappointed him!