Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

"Feng'er, your temperament is irritable, cruel and murderous, you can't be a good king."

"..."

"If you come to the throne, you will only become a notorious tyrant!"

"..."

"Don't think about this throne in your entire life. I will never pass it on to you. In this world, I will never hand it over to you!"

Zhu Feng squeezed his fists tightly and suddenly hammered on the table. The table was torn apart by his hammer, and it fell apart with a crash.

He Yi stepped forward: "Your Highness!"

The shattered sawdust ran across the back of his hand, leaving a long **** mouth, but Zhu Feng still clenched his fist tightly, making the wound bigger and bigger, and the blood dripped down his hand drop by drop. , Dripping on the icy ground.

He Yi frowned, but stopped talking.

He knows King Yan’s heart demon. Over the years, King Yan has always been unable to get rid of the heart demon. This is whether he is a virtuous corporal, or is a pioneer on the battlefield, fighting hard until he is covered with wounds and blood. It is impossible to get rid of one place.

In the empty hall, there was still a loud noise echoing.

But what Zhu Feng heard in his ears was still his father, Emperor Taizu yelled coldly--

"If you come to the throne, you will only become a notorious tyrant!"

"This throne, don't think about it in your whole life!"

"I will never pass the position to you, and in this world, I will never hand it over to you!"

He frowned and covered his ears with his hands, but these sounds didn't seem to be heard from ears, but from the bottom of his heart. No matter how hard he struggles, these sounds are like invisible knives. In his heart.

These voices forced him to go crazy.

At this moment, he heard these messy voices, a voice that was very delicate but too stubborn to ignore suddenly sounded——

"Whether your Highness will be a tyrant depends on how your Highness does."

"If your Royal Highness thinks I was wrong, it doesn't hurt to kill me."

"But the tyrant's notoriety, no matter how many people you kill, you can't get rid of it!"

He raised his head sharply.

That woman, that woman named Sinanyan!

The next moment, Zhu Feng kicked open the door of the Huagai Temple and walked out without looking back.

He Yi originally chased him out, but seeing Zhu Feng's direction, he suddenly wanted to understand what was coming. He stopped and called back, "Follow the prince now."

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Another day passed, and still no one came.

Nan Yan was almost hungry and fell into a semi-conscious coma, and she had to go to sleep almost anytime, but she persisted, clenching her teeth and knocking on the door with the last bit of strength, trying to make a little movement. Muttering: "Help... somebody... help..."

In the end, she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand, leaning on the door, with the last bit of consciousness, gently hit the door panel with her forehead, and murmured like a mosquito: "Help..."

The light in front of him almost disappeared.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside, getting closer and closer, and finally stopped at the door.

Immediately, the door was opened.

Nan Yan's last sense of consciousness was blown away by the gust of wind that poured in after the door opened, and the whole person fell softly.