Rebirth: I brought all the beasts to kill my husband from my previous life

Feng Xing recalled everything that happened before his master passed away.

That day should have been his son's fifteenth birthday.

But no one knew that today was his young master's birthday.

The Northern Emperor naturally had no idea that the prince was a hostage from another country.

Because who would be bored enough to tell him when the birthday of a hostage from another country is!

Isn't this just a pain in the ass?

But as the prince's motherland, no one in the Western Country cared about him, otherwise they would not have treated him as an abandoned pawn and sent him to another country as a hostage.

Feng Xing still remembered that the young master did not behave in any unusual way that day.

But he was still very weak and had dry coughs from time to time.

But Feng Xing was terrified that day, fearing that the fortune teller's words would come true.

It was not until the evening that Feng Xing saw that his son was still as usual, and he felt secretly happy in his heart.

He even thought that his master might be able to dispel the fortune teller's rumor that his son would not live past the age of fifteen.

That night, his young master went to bed early to rest, and Feng Xing stayed by his young master's side without leaving.

Only after his young master showed no abnormalities did he prepare to get up and rest on the couch for a while.

As a result, as soon as he stood up, his son suddenly began to twitch all over and blood kept coming out of his mouth.

His son was awakened by the pain.

When he woke up, his whole face was distorted with pain and his eyes were bulging.

The scene was so horrifying that Feng Xing still remembers it vividly and cannot bear to recall it any longer.

The young master clenched Feng Xing's sleeves tightly with both hands, hoping that he would see him off for the last time. He didn't want to die in such pain and embarrassment.

"Feng Xing, I beg you, please kill me, kill me..." The young man kept spitting blood while begging Feng Xing bitterly.

But Feng Xing couldn't kill his master with his own hands.

He couldn't do that with a master who had been by his side since childhood!

Feng Xing tried to use his inner strength to help his master relieve his pain, but in the end it backfired.

His son looked even more miserable!

Feng Xing was at a loss, feeling tormented and painful.

Just when both of them were in despair, a handsome man in black suddenly appeared in the bedroom.

He said: "I can help you alleviate your pain and let you pass away peacefully.

“But I have one condition, which is that I will use your identity from now on.

"If you agree, I will help you. If you don't agree, I will leave now and you can just pretend that I have never been here."

The young man lying on the bed is the real Xi Junyan.

He nodded vigorously without hesitation. He didn't want to die in such pain little by little. He wanted to be free as soon as possible.

But Fengxing seemed to have grabbed the last straw.

He quickly knelt down towards the man in black.

Because he could feel that this person must be an extraordinary person, and perhaps he could save his master.

"Please, sir, save my son's life. Feng Xing is willing to work like a slave to repay your kindness."

But the man in black shook his head gently and uttered a few words without any emotion, "He is hopeless!"

Feng Xing broke down and cried after hearing this...

In the end, I had to accept the result with tears!

After the man in black sent his son away, the two men secretly buried the real fourth prince of the Western Kingdom, Xi Junyan, at night under the cover of darkness and strong winds.

Of course, with Feng Xing's repeated insistence, they finally found a beautiful place to bury the poor Fourth Prince of the Western Kingdom.

Because the man in black had to continue pretending to be him, he could only erect a tombstone without any words on it!

How sad this situation is for Feng Xing!

The two of them hurried back to the Northern Palace at night.

That night was a secret between the two of them.

Up to this point, no one knew that the fourth prince of the Western Kingdom, Xi Junyan, was no longer in this world.

After that, Feng Xing always lied to his son that he was still alive.

He followed the man in black, and everything remained the same!

This is also the result that the man in black is very happy to see.

This way you won’t attract attention and suspicion from others!

It also makes it easier for him to do things!

……

The false imperial capital.

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely tense.

Jueying and Anying were kneeling under the platform, covered in wounds.

Even though their bodies could no longer hold on and were about to collapse at any moment, they still held on and kept their backs straight.

Old Fu stood trembling by the side, wanting to plead for Jueying and Anying, but he dared not speak because of the majesty of the person on the podium.

He was in great torment, anxious and afraid.

The middle-aged man sitting on the high platform at this time had a delicate and handsome appearance, but his aura was extremely terrifying.

Once stared at by those sharp eyes, it was as if covered by frost in the cold winter. The blood in the body seemed to solidify, every cell was trembling, every nerve was tense, and the feeling of oppression was extremely strong.

This is how Jueying and Anying felt at this moment.

"Do you two realize your mistakes?" A middle-aged man's cold voice came from the platform.

Jueying and Anying did not dare to raise their heads to look at him, and could only kowtow and nod repeatedly, "I know I was wrong. It was my fault that I did not take good care of my master. Please punish me, Lord God!"

The Lord God is called Emperor Tianjue, and he is the supreme god who rules the entire world.

Under his command, he has countless little gods and immortals.

Each god has his own jurisdiction.

There are countless interfaces on this earth.

Each different interface is managed by a god, and these gods are called the Heavenly Dao of this interface.

Next are the minor gods worshipped by humans.

Most of them are gods worshipped by humans, and they are also the kindest gods in the world of gods!

They not only understand the sufferings of the world, but are also fair, strict and meticulous!

At the bottom are the little fairies.

In short, there are nine levels of the divine world. The identities of the immortals and gods in each level are very different, but they all have their own meaning of existence.

The Lord God, of course, lives in the ninth heaven at the top of the divine realm, which is not a place that ordinary gods can go to.

Di Yanlie is the eldest son of the God Lord, and he has two younger brothers.

As the saying goes, one son, one play; three sons, three plays.

The gods, seemingly high and mighty, are actually no different from mortals.

In the end, one cannot escape the ignorance, greed, anger, evil, arrogance, doubt, and love in one’s heart!

This is what the Lord God is like!

In fact, the person he has always paid the most attention to is his eldest son.

The last time when Di Yanlie and Youming Tianlie had a fight, the God Lord had already received the news.

But he didn't really care, because he was confident that neither of them could hurt the other.

However, the secret guards sent out yesterday to protect Yan'er reported that Yan'er had fallen into a coma.

Even Mr. Fu was helpless.

He rushed over immediately after receiving the news.

Fortunately, he arrived in time, otherwise his Yan'er would have been in trouble.

He thought he was the supreme god, but he was helpless against the ice corpse poison in Yan'er's body.

Emperor Tianjue felt that what he had done as a God Lord was a complete failure.

Di Tianjue was really angry this time. After saving Yan'er's life from the gates of hell, the first thing he did was to capture Youming Tianlie and execute him with ninety-nine and eighty-one Heaven-burning Thunders.

He was beaten almost to death before he stopped.

The second thing was to punish Jueying and Anying.

If it weren't for Emperor Yanlie, these two people would have been killed by the Lord God with one sword.

"This is the last time. If it happens again, I will beat you two to pieces and you will never have the chance to reincarnate!"

Di Tianjue stared coldly at Jueying and Anying who were kneeling on the ground.

Every word he spoke, his voice was as cold as ice.