Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 295 Beheading the Faint Lord and Beheading the Traitor

Fang Yao's eyelids twitched, she moved faster than her mind, and pressed down on the hands that were about to draw the sword.

Everyone stared at the two in silence, the air was terribly silent, and even the clanging iron chains didn't know when it stopped.

The national teacher raised her eyebrows slightly, and her moist red lips parted slightly: "What? Master Fang won't show it?"

"Yes, just don't give it."

"..."

The national teacher was really surprised this time, she didn't expect Fang Yao to refuse so simply and completely, her beautiful eyebrows raised even higher, "You..."

"What am I?"

Fang Yao slapped her palm hard, knocking off the hands that were resting on Shang Fang's sword.

He probably didn't expect someone to be so bold, and there were gasps all around.

On the contrary, Fan Chen looked not surprised.

Fang Yao ignored the slightly twitching veins on the temple of the national teacher, and continued to say very bluntly: "Shang Fang's sword was specially given to me by the emperor and his old man. He is a majestic teacher of a country. Can't you understand people's words?"

"hiss……"

There were countless inhalation sounds again.

Although everyone was surprised by the sudden and inexplicable behavior of the national teacher blocking the emperor's edict, they never expected that this Fang family was even more stalwart!
Everyone knows that even the current emperor respects the national teacher, but this woman from the Fang family, in front of the national teacher and so many people, satirizes the national teacher for not being able to understand human language!

I'm afraid it's because my guts are so fat that I think I'll live too long...

Sure enough, the national teacher finally couldn't maintain her reserved and luxurious smile, and her face gradually turned cold.

The head of the Golden Pavilion is a person who is used to observing words and expressions. With a "bass", he drew out the long sword from his waist, pointed it straight at Fang Yao, and said with a deadly expression: "Where did this country reckless woman come from, how dare she charge against the country?" Teacher? See Zajia give a good lesson for the national teacher..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed and scarlet splattered everywhere. The Chief of the Golden Pavilion felt a chill in his throat, stared at the gloomy mask in front of him in disbelief, and opened his mouth with difficulty: "You cough..."

A stream of blood gushed out in an instant, and only a dull "clang" sound was heard, the long sword in the hands of the chief of the Golden Pavilion fell to the ground, and the whole person also fell back.

"Elder Pavilion!"

Several soldiers and officials standing nearby rushed forward and supported the Chief of the Golden Pavilion with all their hands and feet, and other soldiers immediately surrounded Fang Yao and others.

One person was incoherent in shock: "Ge... the elder of the pavilion had his throat cut..."

The national teacher's face can already be described as livid.

Fang Yao turned a blind eye, her disheveled hair, took out a not-so-clean handkerchief, and slowly wiped the long sword that was still dripping blood.

Because of the emperor's order, although the soldiers surrounded her tightly, none of them dared to step forward if no one spoke.

Everyone quietly looked at the national teacher.

Under the tiankeng, there is not much air circulation, and the national teacher is wearing layers of green gauze robes, but there is no wind to move. Her dark eyes are fixed on Fang Yao, and she is speaking to Fan Chen.

"Chen'er, can you explain to my teacher?"

Her voice was terribly soft, and Fan Chen's complexion changed slightly.

"I killed the man, what explanation do you want from him?" Fang Yao's tone was full of arrogance.

The national teacher twitched the corners of his mouth, and there was murderous intent in his eyes: "Miss Fang, aren't you afraid?"

"Shang Fang's sword, beheading the faint king at the top, and beheading the treacherous ministers at the bottom."

The sword was unsheathed, and the cold light flashed.

Fang Yao's voice was extremely cold, "The head of the Golden Pavilion secretly conspired with the rebels, endangered the common people, he has no conscience, he deserves death!"

For a moment, the atmosphere above the altar froze to a strange level, and everyone looked at each other in amazement.

Suddenly, a soldier supporting the Chief of the Golden Pavilion shouted in a low voice: "Ah, the Chief of the Golden Pavilion is not dead yet!"

Fang Yao's eyebrows twitched, suddenly feeling bad.

Sure enough, the next moment, the chief of the Golden Pavilion suddenly jumped up and threw the young soldier who was making a sound. He heard a scream, and the soldier was bitten by the neck!
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