But Yang Zhuo…

The originally empty palace was surrounded by many ragged victims. They looked at everything around them nervously, trembling and cautious.

A big pot was built in the courtyards and a porridge shed was temporarily made.

Zhang Xuanyi, trapped in a small courtyard, smelled the smell coming from his mouth and nose, but he could not suppress the evil fire in his heart countless times.

His palace was actually occupied by these lowly species...

But after anger, it was sad again.

Three days passed, and none of his subordinates and descendants came to rescue him, and this would be a blow to him.

Over the years, he has asked himself how good he is to treat others, and his descendants, whether they are born in the legitimate or illegitimate, have never treated them unfairly.

However……

"Yang Yu..."

At one moment, Zhang Xuan looked up hoarsely, and his red eyes reflected Yang Yu who was pushing into the door, with unwillingness and hideousness:

"I, the Zhang family in the northwest, have you killed me?!"

"Kill?"

Yang Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, and he couldn't help but sneer:

"Are you curious why no one came to save you? In fact, it was not me who stopped you, but really, there wasn't!"

"impossible!"

Zhang Xuan's hair and hair were wide open, and his eyes were completely red. If he had not been blocked from all the orifices and meridians, he would have probably exploded again.

"If you want to blame, you will blame you for giving birth to too many."

Yang Yu replied.

What is the reason for the weak family affection in a royal family?

The huge benefit is one, and Zhang Xuanyi is the second. He has given birth to too many children and hundreds of descendants, not to mention cultivating feelings, I am afraid that even the names may not be remembered.

And because he was evenly affected by rain and dew, many princes and grandchildren have attacked each other for decades and have been piping off their brains.

There is a deep hatred between us, so how could the initiator have no resentment?

“Too, too much.”

Zhang Xuan was killed by thunder and fell to the ground. After a while, he raised his head:

"I can hand over the secret treasury to you, and I will give you all the money I have accumulated over the years. I just want you to let me go!

I can swear to the sky and never step into the Northwest Road for the rest of my life!”

Upon hearing this, Yang Yu was unmoved and turned to say, "Do you think it's a coincidence that I'll leave you in this yard?"

"Um?!"

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Xuan was shocked in a stern look: "Impossible! I have killed all the people who know where the secret library is.

How could you know?!"

He roared wildly and snatched up, but was stopped by Yang Yu's finger. Then, in the former's violent and ferocious eyes.
Chapter completed!