Zhao Xing has no strength to fight.

The rest of Lin Datong and the Forbidden Army were as worthless in his eyes!

However, Lin Datong still drew his saber.

The Night King suddenly smiled.

He said to Lin Datong, "Commander Lin, it's still too late to abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side. Otherwise, you and your imperial army will be buried with Zhu Cong!"

Lin Datong: "One minister cannot serve two masters. Although Mr. Lin's martial arts skills are not as good as those of King Gaoyang, he still has the courage to die for his country."

The Night King asked back, "How much is your backbone worth?"

Lin Datong: "Twenty thousand gold!"

The Night King sneered: "After your death, you will be blamed for colluding with the prince, assassinating the king, and treason. You will be nailed to history. Your family property will be confiscated, and your wife will be given away as well."

If you die, your daughter Lin Qiao will become a prostitute and be ravaged day and night. This is the price of your backbone!"

Lin Datong was trembling all over, and he didn't know whether it was anger or fear.

"History will give me justice!"

The Night King laughed loudly, "You are already in your forties or fifties. You have been working in the palace for so many years, so you can't be so naive, right? I don't have the final say on how the history books will be written in the future?"

This sentence completely shattered Lin Datong's inner defense.

King Ye said: "While there is still a chance now, you order your subordinates to put down their weapons and take refuge with me. I promise that I will never treat you badly. In the future, you will replace Xue Yingxiong, and you will be the leader of ten thousand people."

Isn’t it better for a wife to be in the shadow of a son, to live in glory and wealth, than to live in infamy for eternity?”

It has to be said that this set of rhetoric, with both fighting and pulling, a big stick and a gold dollar, put Lin Datong in a dilemma.

He, Lin Datong, was a warrior who ate the emperor's food, received the emperor's favor, and had a humble life. Death was not a pity, but what about his family? There are seniors and juniors. If King Gaoyang succeeds tonight, then his whole family will be in trouble!

Is it to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune?

Or do they abide by their duties?

The Night King said again: "Good birds choose trees to roost in, and loyal ministers must serve the wise king. My surname is Zhu, and I am also a member of the royal family. This throne should be mine. I am just getting back my own things. Although Zhu Dian is not a perfect man,

, but Zhu Cong, who only knows how to cultivate immortality and play with power, is more qualified to be the king of this country!"

At this moment, a voice came from the night sky.

"It is said that the Night King has extraordinary martial arts and unparalleled resourcefulness, but in my opinion, the Night King's verbal skills are the best in the world. I really missed it back then!"

The figure flickered.

A middle-aged man fell outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
Chapter completed!