The irritable prince's little crying bag is milky and sweet

Xiao Nian immediately confessed: "Prince Ting, please forgive me, I was wrong, I shouldn't have touched him...I..."

"Your hand touched him." Feng Muting's voice did not have any warmth, looking at Xiao Nian was like looking at a dead person.

Immediately, he moved forward with a sword, and first cut the ropes tied around Xiao Nian's body.

Then he kicked with his toe, kicked Xiao Nian's right hand away, then landed on Xiao Nian's palm, and finally swung his long sword again, directly cutting off Xiao Nian's right arm.

In the same way, he cut off Xiao Nian's other arm.

Xiao Nian roared in pain, the sharp voice made Feng Muxiu beside him frown.

And Feng Muting remained expressionless, as if he didn't hear it, he continued: "Your leg crushed him."

Before Xiao Nian could recover from the pain of his severed arms, his legs were also chopped off by Feng Muting.

Xiao Nian's blood splashed all over Feng Muting's body, and also dripped all over the ground.

But just like this, Xiao Nian has not died yet, this life is simply worse than death.

The strong smell of blood made Feng Muxiu couldn't help covering his nose, he looked at Xiao Nian who had been cut into a stick, he was somewhat astonished.

He also wanted to kill people openly and happily like Feng Muting.

Unfortunately, he can't.

In the entire country of Feng, only Feng Muting dared to do this.

He was suddenly glad that Feng Muting did not intend to kill him when it happened to Feng Yibao last time.

Otherwise, if Feng Muting wanted to kill him at that time, it would be a matter of a sword.

Afterwards, Feng Muting threw his sword and said to his subordinates, "Pull out his tongue."

There was no wave in his tone, but there was a terrifying cruelty.

"Yes." The subordinate took the order, stepped on the blood, squatted beside Xiao Nian, then took out a dagger to pry open his mouth, and quickly pulled out his tongue.

Feng Muting looked at Feng Muxiu, and said expressionlessly: "Your place is dirty."

Feng Muxiu was slightly taken aback, and then smiled: "What brother Tinghuang said, can help Tinghuang brother vent his anger, and it's too late for my brother to be happy."

"I'll trouble you about the aftermath. When he dies of blood, throw him to the dogs."

"No problem, can my brother handle such a small matter?"

Feng Muting looked at the flattering Feng Muxiu, and said: "This king gave you a chance, if you don't cherish it, when the time comes, it will be Xiao Nian's end or Feng Mulei's end, you choose one .”

The corners of Feng Muxiu's mouth twitched, and then he smiled apologetically: "Brother Tinghuang said something, I will definitely not be as ignorant as the second brother, let alone as ignorant as Xiao Nian."

"Those who know the current affairs will have a long life." Feng Muting withdrew his indifferent gaze, dropped these words, and left.

"Respectfully send off Brother Ting." Feng Muxiu sent him off politely, but he couldn't be without anger in his heart, but he didn't dare to explode.

His elder brother is too scary.

He didn't want to be a stick like Xiao Nian, nor did he want to be like Feng Mulei, who was killed by Feng Muting under the guise of others in the palace.

It was very easy for Feng Muting to kill him, but it was as difficult as heaven for him to kill Feng Muting, so he would never act rashly.

He turned his head to look at Xiao Nian who had died, felt agitated, waved his hand, and asked the servants to drag him to feed the dogs.

And the bloody smell that filled the room, even if it was washed with water, it might not go away for a while.

Feng Muting's move to scare chickens and monkeys is really powerful.

It made him still have lingering fears.

Feng Muting returned to the palace, washed off the smell of blood, changed into clean clothes, and went to the room.

But as soon as he opened the door, he saw a scene that made his heart skip a beat.