The tyrant's petite bag is sweet and silly

Chapter 151 Can He Afford It?

Fu Xingan frowned, raised his leg and kicked it, and shouted angrily, "Presumptuous!"

The more Li Su approached, he raised his hand unhurriedly, interrupting his movement, Fu Xingan understood, and stepped back respectfully with his eyes closed.

Yue Lisu walked around the two of them with an inexplicable expression, "You say it's me, killing your brother and humiliating your people?"

The tall man clenched his teeth, swallowed the rusty taste in his throat, and sneered, "Don't pretend to be a dog emperor here! Don't you know what you did yourself?"

The short man shrank back cowardly, trembling tremblingly.

Big brother is too rigid!

It's all in the hands of others, and you're still so arrogant, don't you think you didn't die fast enough!

Suddenly, a chuckle fell from above his head.

He raised his eyes, met Shang Yue Li Su's careless smile, and immediately felt humiliated: "What are you laughing at?!"

Yue Li Su's eyes turned cold, and he stared at him coldly, with sarcasm in his eyes: "I laugh at you savages, although your brains are not good, you can turn black and white!"

Under the angry eyes of the two, Yue Lisu curled the corners of his lower lips, his eyes flickering, and his words hit the nail on the head, "The borders of the Great Qi and the Northern Barbarians have never violated the river water. Who suddenly came and provoked the trouble?"

"Arbitrarily burning, killing, looting, picking quarrels and provoking troubles, repeated warnings have fallen on deaf ears!"

"This is a day for family reunion, but my Daqi's sons are going to the battlefield, shrouded in horse leather!"

He leaned over slightly, his eyes were cold, a trace of hostility flashed, his cool tone was ruthless, and he paused every word:
"One by one, one by one, I want to settle it. You, a northern barbarian, have long been razed to the ground!"

In the huge palace, even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard clearly.

The two Beiman envoys froze there, startled and angry, blushing, unable to say a word for a long time.

Fu Xingan's eyes were complicated, and he glanced at the young emperor.

He used to think that the Son of Heaven only knew how to look down on all living beings from above, and the lives and deaths of these ordinary people were not worthy of being watched by them at all.

But now hearing Yue Lisu's words, he seemed to suddenly understand why the late emperor had so many heirs, but only the Seventh Prince successfully ascended to the throne.

The most important factor for an emperor to achieve hegemony is to see whether he can pretend to be the world in his heart.

Perhaps, this young emperor can go farther than he imagined.

Looking at the faces of the two of them, Yue Li Su pulled back his sleeves abruptly, straightened up, and a vague smile rolled out of his throat:
"Today, I leave you alive. Go back to your Northern Man, and tell the Emperor of the Northern Man that I am very satisfied with the gift he gave me, but I don't know the gift I gave in return..."

He squinted his eyes half-closed, his eyes suddenly turned cold, full of murderous intent.

"Can he bear it!"

The overwhelming coercion swept over, and the two fell to the ground as if they had escaped death, their pale faces panting like dying fish.

"However, it's all here, so we have to leave something behind."

On the steps, Yue Li Su looked back, his lips curved indifferently, and his tone was like giving.

"A hand, or a leg, choose for yourself."

The eyes of the two suddenly widened, their canthus were about to burst, and they opened their mouths to scold.

Fu Xing'an quickly touched the dumb acupoints of the two, and snorted coldly, "How can you allow me to be presumptuous before you! Drag them out!"

He turned his head and ordered two people to come forward and drag him away, without blinking his eyes halfway, with a completely cold face.

"General Fu."

(End of this chapter)