“You did a good job”

Ying Zheng squeezed a little relief out of his sad face.

Fusu closed his eyes and loosened his hands.

Ying Zheng did not shed tears and stared at Fusu's body in a daze.

After thirty years of separation, I didn’t expect that the result was a white-haired man who gave birth to a black-haired man.

He has many sons, and Fusu is the oldest one, but not the one he likes the most.

The reason is that his personality is too different from him, too kind, too scholarly, and not like an emperor.

"Father, I think you did something wrong..."

The stubborn words of the scholar echoed in his ears.

In front of me was a lifeless corpse.

"ah……"

Ying Zheng roared, and his boundless grief turned into a murderous intent that soared into the sky. The entire Afang Palace seemed to be covered with a thick layer of frost.

Rumbled, and in the distance, one after another, the blood energy soared into the sky and fluctuated everywhere.

Boom! The last self-destruction.

The four people walked out of the smoke and dust that soared into the sky, standing not far away like four bloody dragons.

Ying Zheng stood up from the True Dragon Pool and looked at the four of them with cold eyes.

Sorrow and killing are like the arrival of winter, sweeping across this world.

When the emperor was angry, he buried a million corpses and drifted blood.

He took a step, and his body was like a black hole, absorbing the source energy from all directions.

"I have never been forced like this in my life!"
Chapter completed!