445: C445 Forcing

C445 Forcing

Just like Hsiao Hee said, if even artillery shells couldn't hurt him at all, how could there be any place to trap him?

The short-haired man suddenly started to hesitate. Was it right or wrong of them to capture this man?

Hsiao Hee seemed to have seen through the short-haired man's thoughts. He smiled and said, "However, this time, I will not make a move and I will not run. After all, this is only the beginning of a good show."

"What show?" the short-haired man asked, puzzled.

"Forcing the palace." Hsiao Hee smiled and said, "You should also know that I have nothing to do with this matter. Because even under the surveillance, I didn't do anything from the beginning to the end. Even if Lee Weiguo really died, it had nothing to do with me. But why would any of you be ordered to arrest me? "

"I don't understand either." The short-haired man shook his head.

Obviously, this had always been his problem.

Hsiao Hee crossed his hands and then slowly put them on his lap, his thumb intertwined with his other hand.

He explained patiently, "Because they know they can't catch another person. So he's going to cut me open. Of course, his main purpose is to capture me. "

"Why?" The short-haired man's eyes narrowed as he asked.

"I have a grudge with Ji Ye. Oh, yeah, it's that Crown Prince you guys are talking about." Hsiao Hee said.

"If you understand, why don't you resist? If we really wait until we reach the city, I'm afraid that you will never be able to come out again. " The doubt in the short-haired man's heart grew.

"Why are you resisting, and why are you running?" Hsiao Hee asked, "He caught me. However, what he was challenging was the dignity of the dragon, and the prestige of the dragon king. As an enemy, I am very happy to see this kind of situation. "

At the beginning of this incident, Hsiao Hee was completely confused and did not know what the Crown Prince wanted to do.

But now, Hsiao Hee could clearly see that the only thing he felt was that Ji Ye had gone mad.

Ji Ye clearly knew that he was the Dragon King's foster son. He clearly knew that he was treating the Dragon King, but he still used such a crazy method to deal with him. This would undoubtedly enrage the Dragon King, and thus stand on the opposite side of the Dragon.

In order to redeem his so-called face, in order to take revenge on him, he did not hesitate to face the Dragon King head on and forcefully shake its existence.

Wasn't this insane? How to explain?

Hsiao Hee didn't think that there was any power above the crown prince that could control the existence of dragons.

This was what he wanted to see.

After the last Jingting Mountain, with the reputation of Dragon King's Protector, he had only asked a simple question, and there was nothing else to say.

If he wasn't the crown prince, the only descendant of the deceased Dragon King's comrade, or the flesh and blood of a woman that the Dragon King liked, would the Dragon King have let him go so easily?

It was just a simple decision.

The Dragon King still remembered their old friendship and didn't want to make a move on him.

At the very least, the Dragon King had chosen the crown prince for his emotions.

Otherwise, in a situation where Hsiao Hee was in the wrong, the Dragon King would definitely help him seek justice.

And this time, what reason did the Dragon King have to continue pretending to ignore him?

The crown prince forcefully kidnapped Hsiao Hee, and that was the same as taking the army of the Dragon King.

He was forcing the Dragon King to make a choice between him and Hsiao Hee.

One person became a king, one person received severe punishment.

From this moment on, he issued a challenge to the Dragon King.

If these people really wanted to capture Yaolyi, what would the Dragon King do?

Could it be that Long Yan would be angered and kill everyone in one breath?

Hsiao Hee was a bit moved just thinking about it.

Unfortunately, he was also a participant and not a spectator. There was no way for him to witness such a scene objectively.

"Why are you telling me this?"

The short-haired man asked after a moment of thought.

"It is one thing to have a mission, and it is quite another to have a mirror in your heart. "Everyone is working for the country. We need to obey our superiors' orders with absolute certainty, but we need to stand firm on our own as human beings." Hsiao Hee looked at the short-haired man, "Lee Weiguo is your brother. I just think that you shouldn't hate the wrong person and make him feel cold in the underworld. "

"Thank you." A light flashed in the man's eyes as he spoke in a deep tone.

"You're welcome." Hsiao Hee nodded, "Where are you bringing me?"

"Cleaving the city." The short-haired man said in a deep voice.

His expression suddenly became very solemn, as if he was a terrifying existence.

"..."

At this moment, in the nursing home where the Dragon King was resting.

As the current captain of the dragon group, Wiesen walked in front with a gloomy face. Behind him was a group of heavily armed men.

The footsteps of these people were fast and hurried, but they landed without a sound.

Every person who walked into that small courtyard could not help but lower their footsteps.

This was because it was the dragon's holy land.

There lived countless numbers of dragons and their descendants' faith — the Dragon King.

However, there was an exception to this rule.

The old man looked to be in his early fifties, but in reality, he was already in his seventies.

He wasn't too tall, but he looked extremely capable and capable. His complexion was extremely good, and his complexion was even more rosy than a normal robust youth.

The old man had a head of short, pale hair, a well-groomed goatee, and was wearing old Yan Jing shoes.

Originally, stepping on the stone floor of the courtyard shouldn't have made any sound.

However, as if he was doing it on purpose, he stomped his foot heavily on the ground. Every time he took a step, a dense amount of spiritual energy would gather at the bottom of his foot.

When the old man walked to the entrance of the small courtyard, the slovenly old man who had been in a deep slumber suddenly opened his eyes.

The mere act of opening his eyes gave off a sense of pressure and formless pressure to those who passed by him.

The heavily armed men instantly surrounded the old man and surrounded him.

The old man turned his head around calmly and waved his hand, "There's no need to block, if he makes a move, none of you will be able to stop him."

"They are not worthy." The slovenly old man's gaze was ice-cold as he glanced at the group of little fellows that were waiting in ambush, and said with disdain.

"Marshal Lu's temperament has not changed one bit. Haha, it's really gratifying. " The old man sighed with a smile.0

"Are you worthy to speak to me?" The slovenly old man grabbed a handful of messy hair and said without raising his eyes, "20 years ago, you weren't even worthy enough to carry my shoes."

"You — Lu Yuesheng, don't be too excessive! If you don't look at your current state, are you even worthy to talk to me? " The old man had no place to put down his face. He could only point at the old man and curse at him with an ashen face.

"I'll give you three breaths of time."

The slovenly old man lifted his eyelids. It seemed as if an endless amount of killing intent was howling out of his eyes, like a knife that was slashing towards everyone.

"If you don't break my finger within three breaths, I'll break your neck and throw it to the dogs in the backyard."

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