Chapter 1129 Angry Flame Emperor [1]

"I……"

Yan Fengxie's eyes drooped slightly, his face was full of guilt and remorse, yes, why didn't he stop it?

Because without knowing it, he fell in love with that woman...

He was fascinated by the gracefulness of the woman in the painting. In that painting, he saw a kind and beautiful woman named Yanshu, a descendant of the Yanhuang clan, with amazing talents.

Later, when he saw her fall for love, become a demon, bloodthirsty, and cold-blooded, his heart couldn't help but ache. He wanted to protect her, care for her, pull her back from the boundless hell, and pull her Pull back from that deep hatred and tell her that there is another person worthy of her love...

It's a pity that he overestimated his own strength, or underestimated Yanshu's jealousy, which eventually led to this end.

All the ministers were stunned for a long time, they looked at King An with sympathy, and at the same time they secretly rejoiced that it was not their own daughter that Emperor Yan and the woman named Yan Shu had taken a fancy to, it was really scary ...

Seeing Wang An crying bitterly, they felt the same in their hearts, and they were extremely sad. After all, people's hearts are fleshy, and they are all fathers, so they can naturally understand the feeling of losing a loved one.

I just didn't expect Yanhuang and Yanfengxie to be so ruthless!

"enough!"

Yanhuang roared, his voice was majestic and cold, and King An was shocked instantly.

At this moment, Emperor Yan's complexion was extremely bad, and he failed to arrest him, but instead revealed this matter!

He raised his head and glared at Mu Qianyue bitterly, then looked at King An, his eyes filled with anger, "You are just a King An, why should you blame my prince? She is also a true descendant of the Yanhuang clan! Otherwise, with Yan Qingya's body, how could she suddenly be promoted from the fifth-rank bloodline to the ninth-rank! This has never happened in the Yanhuang Empire! Although she took Yan Qingya's body, she Is it not enough to bring you the supreme glory of Prince An's Mansion? As long as you want, she will still be your daughter in the future!"

King An's eyes widened in disbelief, his eyes filled with disappointment, "Your Majesty, what did you say?"

Not only did he not kill the person who snatched the home, but to avenge his own Ya'er, he even said such words that made him sad and disappointed!

"Or my daughter? Hehe, why didn't you dedicate your own daughter? My Ya'er was only fifteen years old at the time!! No matter how hard she puts on Ya'er's body, she is not my daughter!" He roared.

"King An, don't be ignorant! My daughter is a princess, how can she be taken away? This is Yan Qingya's life! You should be honored for Yanshu to be your daughter!" Yanhuang said angrily.

"Your princess is human, so my daughter is not human? Why do you want to deprive her of her life like this! Even if this damned woman wants to take her, why did she devour Ya'er's soul! She was in such pain at that time Beg for mercy, did you hear that? Did you spare him?" Wang An's eyes were red.

In the crowd, Mu Qianyue's eyes filled with anger, unexpectedly Yanshu was still equally vicious! Only she can do such a thing!

As the king of a country, Emperor Yan is even more insidious and despicable. At this moment, Mu Qianyue really felt a little sympathetic to King An. This scene reminded her of the pain that the little spirit suffered in her previous life. I couldn't help trembling slightly.

Nalan Jing held her hand, with pity in his eyes, "Miss, a person who does many evil things will not live for long!" When he said the latter, there was an undisguised murderous intent on his face .

It's a pity that this woman is cunning and has seven reincarnations, otherwise she would have died several times.

"Okay, this matter ends here, and I will give you the compensation from Prince An's Mansion." Yan Huang said with a gloomy face, restraining the anger in his heart, and said in a rather disdainful tone, even with a hint of impatience, as if this gift.

"Hehe... Compensation? Can I get my daughter's life back?"

Tears flowed down King An's face. At this moment, his face was more than ten minutes old in an instant, and his face was full of disappointment and vicissitudes. ! It really chills me!"

"Then what do you want?" Emperor Yan's face darkened.

"Kill this house snatcher and avenge my Ya'er!" Wang An angrily glared at Yan Qingya in front of him, his eyes filled with deep hatred.

"Impossible! As I said, she is a descendant of the Yanhuang clan ten thousand years ago. In the great war ten thousand years ago, her soul was preserved in the ancient paintings. Her appearance will bring hope to our Yanhuang Empire. It is possible for us to become the real Yanhuang clan! So she can't die!" Yanhuang rebuffed.

In Wang An's eyes, nothing but disappointment was disappointment. This is His Majesty whom he has served for decades!

"Mu Qianyue, Nalan Jing, you deserve death for insulting the eldest princess of the Yanhuang Empire! Someone arrest them both! Put them in a black prison!" Yanhuang turned to look at Mu Qianyue and Nalan Jing Lan Jing's eyes were full of strange gleams and calculations.

As soon as his voice fell, teams of guards rushed out and surrounded Mu Qianyue and Nalan Jing.

Both of them are dead today! But he won't let them both die! Mu Qianyue is destined to be his puppet, refining pills for him all his life, and Nalan Jing is even more useful, his blood is pure Yanhuang blood...

"puff!"

Suddenly there was a muffled sound, and a sharp long sword instantly pierced Yanhuang's body, pierced his back, and pierced his chest!

That's where the heart is!

The bright red blood instantly stained his bright yellow dragon robe red, his eyes widened in disbelief, he turned his head with difficulty, and saw Yan Yi's familiar face, he couldn't help being furious, "You, you pervert... ..."

He raised his palm and sent Yan Yi flying. Even though he was hit by a sword, the strength of the third-rank god king should not be underestimated.

However, Yanyi was clearly prepared, Yanhuang's palm only made his blood vibrate, and he didn't suffer much injury.

Yanhuang hurriedly used the exercises to control the injuries in his body, turned his palms over, and quickly took out a thousand-year-old snow lotus pill, and saw that the injuries on his chest were slowly healing.

Empress Yan's face turned pale, and she shouted in shock, "Yi'er, do you know what you are doing? He is your royal father!"

Yan Yi's expression was cold, "He is not my father, I, Yan Yi, have only one master, and that is Mu Qianyue!"

Yanhuang's face was extremely gloomy, and he stared at Yanyi coldly, "Nizi! You actually killed your father for a woman! You still consider her master! I'm so mad!"