Reborn Bastard Supreme

"Pass the throne to you?"

Hearing the words, the person on the throne seemed to have heard something ridiculous, a sneer escaped from his thin lips, his eyes shot out like lightning, and he swung the blood-stained dagger in his hand, brushing against the temples of the servants dangerously. There were bloodstains on the jade-like side face, and the black hair fell down his shoulders, which made his whole face change immediately, and he was instantly furious.

Before he could open his mouth, the sound of the impact of the crown was heard, and the man raised his hand little by little, pointing at the people under the steps.

"Xin Linhua, if I had passed the throne to you back then, would you have allowed me to live to this day?"

Xin Linhua's thin lips curled up into a cold smile, and he drew out the long sword little by little, wiped away the blood on his cheek with his index finger, pointed at the face with a gloomy cold blade, and said slowly word by word.

"Your Majesty, this statement is wrong."

The person on the throne didn't even move, only the voice of that person echoed in the huge hall.

The voice of the person he loved the most was the only hope in his heart since he first met him in the back house at the age of 13. Stretching out a hand, he pushed him off the cliff even harder, trying to smash him to pieces.

So now it sounds like every word is a sharp thorn, and he wants to stab him with bruises all over his body, but he has long since felt no pain, and only has the determination to burn everything in his heart.

The man was still talking in front of him, but he couldn't make him move a bit: "Although I fear Your Majesty, I also blame Your Majesty for being too smart. Smart people are always feared, but you are the one I love... After all It is different from others, if you are willing to be obedient, I see that you have won the throne for me, and I will treat you well in the end."

"Young Master Minghua with a black heart, will there be someone you love?"

The person on the throne sneered and raised his chin slightly, revealing his bottomless eyes.

"Don't make me laugh, I will really laugh."

"Your Majesty, if you can still call yourself Zhen at this moment, let's call yourself happy."

Seeing his indifferent appearance, Xin Linhua gritted his teeth thinking of how much effort he had put in after this person ascended the throne, but couldn't help but show color on his face.

"After a while, the master of the Golden Palace should be replaced by me."

In the dim golden palace, there were only those eyes, staring at him firmly, burning an invisible dark fire: "Even if it should be changed, this position, do you think—— I will let you sit?"

"If Your Majesty doesn't issue the imperial edict for the throne, don't blame Linhua for not remembering the past."

As if the person under the steps couldn't bear it at last, one foot quietly stepped up the steps, the dark red blood seeped into the velvet red carpet, exuding the smell mixed with ambergris, the man's voice was like a knife, It was as if he wanted to kill the person in front of him with hatred.

"Your Majesty must be hacked into pieces to vent the hatred in my heart."

"You hate?"

When the people on the throne heard the words, they suddenly burst into laughter, the laughter was hoarse and shrill, like a ghost.

"Xin Linhua, I hate you so much. When will it be your turn?"

His white jade-like fingers pointed at the person who was close at hand, and the crown in front of him was completely raised by his movements. The scar was distorted on the beautiful face, and it became more and more terrifying in the dimness. The people who were about to get to the throne couldn't help but backed up a few steps in fright, and didn't stop until the people behind them held their arms.

"I am 33 years old this year. I have known you for 13 years since I first met you at the age of 20. In terms of love, I will live up to you! In terms of heart, I am more real than you! But you, what can you hate me for!"