The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

"Kill them." The Turkic king snapped his orders, his eyes cold.

The Turkic soldiers heard that all of them were stunned. Lord Han was the next chosen Turkic king. Should n’t the Lord give the throne to him?Why are you killing him?

The soldiers were stunned, and the Turkic king looked so blue. Tuobahan hadn't succeeded the Turkic king. These Turkic soldiers had not listened to his orders.

"What do you stun? Do it quickly?" The Turkic king's angry roar penetrated the clouds and resounded through the clouds. The soldiers trembled, shaking their bows and arrows, and shot at Murongxue and Tuobahan.

Tuoba Han's eyes flashed a contemptuous smile, holding the holy sword to meet the dense bows and arrows, a flame sprayed out, all the bows and arrows that had been shot were burned and burnt, and the black arrows ashed away. After falling down, Tuobahan's icy voice slowly sounded in the air: "The king is the holy sword holder and the next Turkic king selected by the Turkic gods. Are you sure you want to continue shooting the king?"

The movement of the soldiers to shoot arrows was sudden. The Turkic god selected Tuobahan as the Turkic king, which is enough to prove that Tuobahan has the ability and courage to become a Turkic king, and can bring blessings to the Turks.

When they shot Tuobahan, it was tantamount to being an enemy of the Turkic God, and it was a manifestation of distrust of the Turkic God ...

Thinking of this, the soldiers turned pale and hurriedly lowered their bows and arrows, plopped on Tuobahan, and knelt down: "The subordinates are just confused for a while, please the Lord for forgiveness ..."

"Please ask the Lord to forgive sins ... Please ask the Lord to forgive sins ..." The Turkic soldiers laid down their weapons one by one and knelt down. The call for sin penetrated the clouds and resounded through the clouds.

The Turkic king was dripping with black ink, and he kicked his feet fiercely to the nearest soldier: "What nonsense, this king is the Turkic king, your real master ..."

The soldiers were kicked to the ground by him, but ignored him, straightened up, and continued to visit Tuobahan ...

Tuobahan stood directly in front of him, looking at hysterics, describing the crazy Turkic king, his eyes cold and cold: "Uncle, now this king is the Turkic king, you are a waste king."

"Come here, seize the waste king!"

"Yes!" The Turkic soldiers were ordered to leap forward in front of the Turkic king, grabbed his arm, and cut back behind him ...

"You are reversed ... This king is the king of Turks, your master ..." The Turkic king was struggling fiercely, screaming, and hitting the soldiers viciously.

The soldiers had been guarded for a long time, took the rope and tied him tightly, and let him struggle, drink and scold, without stopping ...

The three princes standing not far away saw that the situation was not good, they would run away quietly, not wanting, the Turkic soldiers in the back surged up, took the rope, and tied him up with flowers ...

The circle of complicated knotting and binding methods made Murongxue raise his eyebrows: the Turkic God-given relics are really easy to use, so Tuobahan did n’t have to spend a soldier and a soldier. The sword defeated his uncle and became the king of the Turks ...

The Turkic king and the three princes are the enemies of Tuobahan. They lost their power, lost their power, and fell into the hands of Tuobahan. I am afraid they will not end well ...

As if to confirm Murongxue's conjecture, Tuobahan's icy command sounded: "Bring the two of them back to the big prison, and ask to be cut tomorrow afternoon!"

"Yes!" The Turkic soldiers were ordered to stop the Turkic king and the third prince's mouth with rags and held them down.

Murong Xue raised her eyebrows and looked up at Ouyang Shaochen: "Let's go back to Qingyan!" Tuoba Hao is dead, the Turkic king is arrested, Tuobahan is on the verge of succession, and Turki is nothing. Stay here.

"Good!" Ouyang Shaochen nodded, took Murong Xue's little hand and turned to go, a cold male voice came over: "Wait!"