Zhao Qian was particularly excited.

As the eldest son of Zhao State, King Zhao Daoxiang, although he still looks young, he still has his own scheming.

If the Le brothers had been in charge of the universe before, he would naturally not have emerged, and he would even have to retreat and pretend to be stupid, so as not to be killed by the bird who was acting like a head.

Zhao Qian now does not have this trouble. Since the only one of the Le brothers who lived in the world yesterday, after being executed by Lejian, no one has been able to threaten the authority of his father, King Zhao Daoxiang.

Although there was only one day and one night, Zhao Qian's heart had changed countless emotions. Although he was excited, he was still hidden and dared not express it.

The one who led the way was a white bone, which was Zhao Qizhao under King Zhao Daoxiang.

Although Zhao Qian has heard of it many times, in a sense, he is much better than King Zhao Daoxiang.

Lejian rebelled yesterday, and the new king he was to be established was him, Zhao Qian!

Now Zhao Qian is no longer allowed to get rid of his mind. The tragic tragedy of yesterday can be seen in the bedroom in front of him. This vague smell of blood has made Zhao Qian shudder.

The bedroom in front of him seemed to have changed, which dissipated half of the enthusiasm in Zhao Qian's heart, as if cold water poured into the heat, without any sense of excitement.

What is this feeling? The words seemed to be difficult to explain clearly, and there seemed to be a voice in his heart urging him to run away quickly and escape quickly, but the temptation of the royal power forced him to stay.

It was clearly a narration between father and son, but it was just a message that he came to share his excitement. Why did this kind of relationship appear?

Zhao Qian didn't know and didn't dare to think about it. Although no one saw his confidence and musical plan, the current situation made Zhao Qian feel a little suspicious.

However, the Zhao Qi archer in front of him was staring at him, pointing the bronze spear in his hand at the bedroom, signaling Zhao Qian to come in.

Whether to enter or not is not something he can choose.

Yesterday, his father controlled the entire Handan with thunder. How could he let the prince, who had no "power" run away?

Today, if you move in, you will also move in, and if you don’t move in, you will have to move in.

Nothing will happen, nothing will happen!

Zhao Qian could only comfort himself like this. His heart was already panicked and he was already panicked.

It was covered with darkness, and I don’t know if it was the bedroom that was not shining with sunlight or the fight yesterday made the place dark.

In Zhao Qian's eyes, these were all blurry, as if a handful of dust was scattered in the air and was rushing into his eyes.

The scent of smoke drifted away, and the dust mixed with it made Zhao Qian's already somewhat depressed heart suppress again.

"Come?"

The words of King Zhao Daoxiang finally woke Zhao Qian up. There was only a phantom in front of the dim eyes, which was vague.

"My son pays homage to my father, and my father will live long." Zhao Qian knelt on the ground, and he became less and less afraid to look up at King Zhao Daoxiang.

Now King Zhao Daoxiang exudes an indescribable aura all over his body, and this aura is like iron stone, pressing around Zhao Qian.

It was dark, and there was a dark feeling everywhere. Zhao Qian hadn't experienced this kind of oppression for a long time.

Even in the music scene, he was discussing and planning with him with a smile. At that time, he was just tempting for profit. He was not like King Zhao Daoxiang, as if he was going to kill him.

"Qian'er, did the rebellion yesterday hurt you?"

It was clearly a concern, but Zhao Qian shuddered. He seemed to feel murderous intent in this sentence.

Zhao Qian had never been to the battlefield. Even if the Qin Dynasty surrounded Handan and was still plotting against him in joy, he did not feel this feeling.

He was obviously a parent-child, but he felt like an enemy with a big hatred. He wanted to cut him into pieces.

"My son hid in the palace yesterday and failed to accompany his father..." Zhao Qian seemed to choke and tears fell down. "...If the rebel really did something unspeakable, the rebel would definitely have fought for his life with the rebellion."

"Qian'er is intent." Zhao Qian's appearance was still not clear to Zhao Qian. He just raised his head with tears in his eyes, as if he saw a few people "lying" beside Zhao Daoxiang.

The "people" were also strange and bold, stacked there like clothes, and several mixed together, "lying" beside King Zhao Daoxiang.

Or it is not the so-called "people", but the human skin, which was pulled down and placed next to King Zhao Daoxiang.

Zhao Qian didn't know that he could only lie to himself. It was the skin of the evildoers such as Lejian. It was their crimes that were too serious, which made King Zhao Daoxiang want to peel them and put them beside him, and step on them at all times.

The sweat had already come down, the temperature here was not high, and it was even a little colder. Even so, the sweat on Zhao Qian had already been blown out, wetting the whole piece of clothes.

"My son has just done his duty. Now he knows that his father is fine, and he has already... cried with joy." Zhao Qian no longer knows how to reply, and now he only has the name "human skin" in his mind.

Fear has filled Zhao Qian's heart, and fear has become a regular visitor in Zhao Qian's mind. It is obviously just a reminiscence, just a reminiscence.

"Qian'er, come up and let me take a good look at my king."

Can't pass!

This sentence popped up in Zhao Qian's heart, and then his whole body instantly filled with his entire body.

But now that things have come to this point, there is no reason to go back on your word. Besides, King Zhao Daoxiang could not do anything to him, and he should not do anything to him.

Even if the tiger poison is not enough, let alone a human being?

"Son minister...son minister..." Zhao Qian's feet became numb and he didn't dare to stand up. He couldn't stand up either.

"Do you want to know what your father is going to do to you?"

Suddenly, an extremely ethereal voice sounded in Zhao Qian's heart. At the moment the sound was heard, everything in this bedroom seemed to have pressed the pause button, no movement or slowed down the movement.

"Don't shout it out, say it in your heart, say it in your heart." The voice was still echoing, still so tempting that Zhao Qian's heart was shaken.

He is a person who dares to collude with Yuejian, but a person who is willing to share half of the world with others. Now he is just replying, so why don’t he dare?

"Who are you?" Zhao Qian asked in his heart. Everything today is unknown, which made Zhao Qian feel a little panicked.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's important whether you want to survive."

The voice was filled with jokes.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, I didn't want to speak, but when I think of the tiger poison, I still don't eat it, let alone the skin to be sucked. Should I not bear it or tell you to let you go more clearly?"

It was like a thunderbolt hitting, staggering Zhao Qian.

Seal sac, skin sac!

Zhao Qian already knew that the thing was really a skin. Judging from what this said, it seemed that he was going to become a skin.

This is much more terrifying than death.

"If you still move around, I don't mind not worrying about you."

The voice seemed a little angry, but I didn't really give up. The surrounding scenery was still normal.

"Please save me!" Zhao Qian shouted in his heart. He had no confidence in fighting King Zhao Daoxiang.

Although he had never seen the horror of Zhao Qi's archer, how could the person who could keep the life of the musical slap here be an ordinary person?

No matter what, Zhao Qian now cannot beat King Zhao Daoxiang no matter what, and he has no chance of winning that he can provoke any authority of King Zhao Daoxiang.

Now Zhao Qian can only place his hope on this sudden sound, and he can only put it on this thing.

"I'm going to save you?" The voice was like a cat teasing a mouse. "You know, your father can give you what you can give, and your father can give you what you can't give."

"If the immortal saves me, I am willing to let the entire Zhao State sacrifice the immortals, no matter what kind of sacrifice it is."

Zhao Qian knew what his words meant, and also knew that if the voice was really evil, he would have become a sinner for the ages.

But Zhao Qian can't think so much now. Now he just wants to survive and survive from King Zhao Daoxiang.

"I want the life sacrifice of three cities."

Demon, this must be a demon!

Zhao Qian would not be foolish about thinking that this person was asking for livestock sacrifices. If the three cities were really sacrificed, then the State of Zhao would be deposed.

But if he doesn't agree now, he will die later and have no place to bury himself, and he will not be able to keep a whole body.

"I know, I agree." Zhao Qian had no choice but to agree. He just wanted to live now, just wanted to live.

"Happy transaction." The voice suddenly became serious, "You don't have to move anymore, I'll have everything."

After saying that, Zhao Qian felt that he seemed to be squeezed out by a kind of force, and now he has walked to King Zhao Daoxiang!

King Zhao Daoxiang's originally thick palm was left with only bones, only skin and bones, which looked particularly vulgar.

And the palm seemed to be slapped at Zhao Qian.

Just like when I usually photographed him, it was light and seemed useless.

But Zhao Qian knew that there was murderous intent hidden there, and murderous intent that no one could feel!

...

Chen Xuan looked at the trembling Prince Zhao, and the evil taste in his heart instantly came up.

He seemed to be able to move the stone platform, and could switch it out of King Zhao Daoxiang's mind and give it to someone.

The person who raised him seemed to be still favoring Ying Zheng, and seemed to want to respect history.

It is just that on the premise of respecting history, the Qin Dynasty will live longer and Ying Zheng will live longer.

In other words, this is just compensation for him.

After all, such a big hidden danger was laid on the west side of the Qin Dynasty, and it would no longer cause trouble for him in the countries in the east.

The current convenience proves that the threat from the West is probably much greater.

Although the Di people later disappeared into the long river of history, with that person's help, who can say how far the Di people can go in this time and space?
To be continued...