"When will I discuss with you when I do things?"

Zhang Jinsong sat on the chair, pulled out the black dragon sword from his waist, and inserted it hard on the ground!

clang!

The marble floor tiles were inserted directly.

Bai Sheng's body trembled and he quickly smiled and said, "My Lord, what are you talking about?"

He made a gesture with his right hand behind him.

A patriarch understood it and immediately left the Military Affairs Office quietly to report to the Zhang brothers.

This matter will be left to Zhang Wanhong and others.

He Bai Sheng doesn't want to bear the infamy.

Take yourself clearly.

If anything happens in the future, he will not have anything to do.

Live the life of a landlord with peace and stability.

But the team leader was taken back shortly after leaving.

"Who!"

Door.

Several patriarchs' guards pulled out their swords and pointed at Li Shier: "In the royal court, you are so reckless!"

When he went out to report the clan leader, Li Shier picked up his neck and picked it up.

Bring back to the Military Affairs Office.

"Put down all the weapons." Zhang Jinsong waved his hand: "This is my person."

"Your person?" Bai Sheng raised his head and glanced. "It's so eye-catching. I haven't seen it before."

He knew all the people around the King of the Hei Song Alliance.

The boy in front of him was completely innocent.

Besides, when are you, a king who escaped, still have a guard around you?

It doesn't understand at all!

"Bai Sheng!"

Zhang Jinsong scolded sternly: "What are you going to do? Are you treason?"

"This...hehe." Bai Sheng said with a look of shame: "Your Majesty, that's your uncle."

Rather than letting Zhang Jinsong sit firmly on the throne, they are more willing to let Zhang Wanhong and others take office.

Adults, sensible.

Children want bad things.

"Tell me, what are you doing?"

Li Shier threw the little patriarch in front of Zhang Jinsong and asked with a smile.

"Who are you? How dare you ask me!"

The little clan is stubborn, how can he say it easily?

"From today, anything he does represents the will of my king. Say it or not!"

Zhang Jinsong, who was already angry, became even more angry when he saw his subordinates' attitude!

Do they still have themselves in their eyes?

"My Lord, I did nothing, just go out to go to the bathroom." Of course, the little patriarch could not say it, nor could he betray Bai Sheng.

What kind of ability can a young king have?

At present, Zhang Jinsong is completely undermined by internal and external troubles.

They still kneel and called out the king.

Just give him face!

"Don't tell the truth." Zhang Jinsong pulled up the black dragon sword on the ground and inserted it directly into his chest!

Blood splattered everywhere.

Bai Sheng's clothes and face were covered with hot blood.

"Do you really play?"

He stood up and took a few steps back.

It's serious, but don't blame him for being rude.

"Zhang Jinsong, we respect you and call you the king. But you are just a fucking mascot!"

Bai Sheng waved his hand with a calm face.

The door of the Military Affairs Office was closed.

All the guards in the room pulled out their weapons!

The patriarchs of all races are also eyeing each other.

Who can guarantee that the next one will not be killed?

Just a puppet.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Zhang Jinsong is abandoning his son.

Furthermore.

As soon as this king came in, he had to deal with his uncle.

The two people in charge of the royal court are probably looking forward to his death even more.

"Bai Sheng, are you going to rebel?" Zhang Jinsong pulled out his sword and asked coldly.

The emperor's majesty on his body began to show.

"Ha. Zhang Jinsong, today I, Bai Sheng, teach you how to be a king." Bai Sheng put his hands behind his back and looked at Zhang Jinsong coldly, with a hint of contempt in his tone: "If you want to kill your uncle, first of all, you have to fight for our support."

"Then, why should we support you? Only the promises you give are far better than your uncle. In this way, you can get our support and kill them!"

"But not only did you not give us benefits, you killed our people. Zhang Jinsong, you offended all of you on both sides. Do you think you can survive today?"

While talking, Bai Sheng kept turning a string of beads in his hand.

"Why should I please you?"

Zhang Jinsong raised his head: "I am the king, you are the ministers."

"Haha!" Bai Sheng laughed and pointed his finger around him with his beads: "Ask you, are they listening to you or me?"

"Listen to Mr. Bai!"

"What a shit king, what are you without us?"

"Not bad! The iron-clad Bai family, the king of flowing water!"

The tribe leader had a hint of pride in his eyes, and he no longer had his usual respect.

"Zhang Jinsong, have you learned it? In the next life, learn the imperial power first." Bai Sheng waved his hand and turned around and said, "Send the king to the road. Then, send the body to the Zhang brothers."

Several tribal masters immediately walked to Zhang Jinsong with white silk.

"Your Majesty, let us make you more decent, please cooperate." After saying that, these people held the white silk and were about to wrap around Zhang Jinsong's neck.

"Boy!"

Suddenly.

Li Shier shouted.

Bai Sheng turned around, looked around, and confirmed that the young man in front of him was looking at him, and then asked, "Where are you calling me?"

"Your imperial skills have long been eliminated. Today, I will teach you new imperial skills." Li Shier took Zhang Jinsong's sword and held it in his hand.

"Stop struggling. These are my tribe masters, you are not their opponents." Bai Sheng has this confidence.

"Do you think you are the West Building?"

He laughed loudly.

"I am the West Tower." Li Shier made a sword in the air!

As fast as lightning!

thump!

All four fell to the ground.

No one can see this speed clearly.
To be continued...