"You mad beast!"

Mo Chouchen, who is very good at cultivation, is also mad.

Even his father dares to start, is such a person worthy of being called a person?

"Swear, scold, just scold as you want!"

Victory smiled at the corner of Mobe's beak. "Anyway, this is the last time you can vent your emotions."

"Come here, chop off my Crown Prince's hands and feet, and I will let him die bit by bit, dying in great pain."

"No!"

Yun Yanxiang's shoulders moved, her face was miserable, and the whole person passed out because of grief and anxiety.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, Hanchuan, who was standing behind Yunyan, fell directly from the third floor and fell heavily on the ground.

"what happened?"

Everyone's eyes turned over.

"Mr. Hanchuan, why did you fall downstairs?"

With a puzzled expression on his face, Han Chuan was an extremely high practitioner who stumbled and fell downstairs, which is incredible.

However, the response to Mobiehe was silence, and Hanchuan lay motionless on the ground.

Several soldiers walked behind Mobiehe, examined Hanchuan's body, his face suddenly changed, and said, "Back to the four princes, Mr. Hanchuan ... he has not breathed."

what!

All eyes widened.

"Who killed Mr. Hanchuan?"

Mo Beihe was very angry. For a long time, Han Chuan was the person he could rely on the most. He was respected by him. He did not expect to die under his eyelid at this moment.

"Say! What just happened?"

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Mobiehe looked at Mu Yu and Yun Yan on the third floor.

At this point, Yun Yan went back a little bit, but she didn't say a word about Mo Bihe's inquiry.

Not to mention that she didn't even know what had just happened, and even if she did, she wouldn't be able to confide in a half word to Mo Beihe.

"Back to the four princes, my master overworked for his Highness so much that he became ill with illness. He had a sudden attack just now and was violent."

Mu Yu straightened his back, calmly restless, and replied without humbleness.

"Nonsense!" Mo Beihe reprimanded.

Mu Yu's words are full of loopholes. As a practitioner, Han Chuan is far from ordinary people.

It is absolutely impossible to get sick, let alone directly violent.

"If you don't tell the truth, this prince will cut off your head directly!"

Mo Behe ​​stared at Mu Yu deadly. Somehow, he suddenly felt that Mu Yu was a little strange and abnormal.

"Four princes, I'm telling the truth."

Mu Yu smiled lightly: "This kind of sickness is really terrible, even the practitioners can't resist it."

"And, the most terrible thing is that this ill will be contagious. When you wait, maybe His Royal Highness Four will be infected."

"Who the **** are you?" Mo Behe ​​looked at Mu Yu with a killing in his eyes.

By now, he was completely convinced that Mu Yu was definitely not his own.

As a slave, my master is dead, but can still look relaxed and indifferent?

How dare you say that to a high-prince?

All this shows that Mu Yu is definitely not a slave to Hanchuan. He is impersonating.

Thinking of this, Mobe's back was cold, and his heart was chilly. Someone lurked among them.

If the guards around him had such people, wouldn't he have become a corpse like Han Chuan in an instant.

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