The Emperor of Qi Kingdom Ji Tianxing has thirteen sons and eight daughters. Ji Wuli belongs to the ninth son. He is undoubtedly the emperor's bloodline and his identity is extremely respectful.

After learning about Ji Wuli's identity, the four beauties couldn't help but secretly shocked. They wanted to politely, but they felt a bit artificial; but if they didn't politely, they would embarrass the young master and make people think that the young master was incompetent in teaching.

Four beauties: It’s too difficult for us…

As if they discovered their dilemma, Qi Lu chuckled: "Don't you pay homage to the Ninth Prince?"

"No need to be polite. I came here in vain and didn't want others to know their identity."

Since this is the case, there is no need for Qi Lu to take a gesture and must let the maids salute. After all, it was from the 21st century, and the Qing Dynasty had been in danger for more than a hundred years. It is indeed difficult to maintain enough awe for things like imperial power.

His eyes turned to Meng Xiaomao, who was lying in a pool of blood. His soul had been taken away at this time, leaving only a broken body. His small body was so helpless.

"Push me over."

Luo Yan didn't say much, but silently pushed the wheelchair and came to Meng Xiaomao's side.

The atmosphere became silent. Qi Lu stared at the other party's corpse tightly, looking at his godless eyes, and all kinds of feelings emerged in his heart. He was almost dying to burn everything.

"Who said that life is worthless?" Qi Lu lowered his head and murmured to himself.

Ji Wuli wanted to say something, but in the end he just opened his mouth like a thorn in his throat.

At this moment, he found a shining point in Qi Lu again.

The person who was angry about the experience of the people, even though he was sitting in a wheelchair, still had a tall back. At this moment, he saw it as dazzling as the sun and the moon.

"Ha! Human life..."

Qi Lu's voice was low, hitting everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer: "Don't close your eyes, you must not close your eyes. I want you to see with your own eyes, the murderer will pay his life!"

"Look at it, and your soul that was captured, I can't feel at ease if you keep your eyes closed."

If you are in peace,

I can't feel at ease...

Ji Wuli repeated this sentence in his heart. He was used to this kind of scene, but he couldn't help but feel like he was about to cut the man into pieces.

Evil cultivators harm people, and disasters lead to the country. If such evil spirits are not eliminated, how can the people return to their hearts?

"Safety, shelter. If a country cannot shelter the people, what's the use of this country!"

Ji Wuli spoke firmly, "Transfer my order and order the lord of Qingyuan City to capture the murderer as soon as possible. Otherwise, this prince will guarantee his reputation and must study his book in front of his father!"

"yes!"

The responder left in a hurry, and at this time someone came to Ji Wuli and saluted: "Young Master, I have received the exact news, this woman... this woman..."

"What about this girl? Just say it."

"Yes! This woman is indeed the deceased Meng Xiaomao... her biological mother!"

"We also found Meng Xiaomao's father and were waiting outside at this time. Will the young master want to see him?"

Ji Wuli clenched his fists behind him and then let go, and asked slowly: "Why wasn't he at home when the incident happened?"

Although I knew in my heart that even if the person was present at the time of the incident, it would probably be a fate of death. People possessed by human-cannibal ghosts are not something that ordinary people can deal with.

But he still asked.

"If you say that, the man is named Meng Defu, who is proficient in gambling and beating his wife on weekdays. When his subordinates found him, he was just thrown out by the people from the gambling house."

Gambler?

OK, very good!

With the light of the torch and looking at the four walls of the house in the yard, Ji Wuli couldn't help laughing: "Let him come."

At this time, there were noises outside the yard, and a man's voice kept whining. After receiving Ji Wuli's permission, he was put in.

"Damn stinky woman! Just look for trouble for me! You..."

Meng Shengfu, who didn't know what happened, ran in cursingly, just wanted to give his wife a big slap. However, before he finished speaking, he saw the miserable scene in the yard, and his voice suddenly stuck in his throat.

‘Hell! Huell…’

"vomit!"

Meng Defu's eyes widened and he vomited out with a 'um!' sound.

"Son! Why are you... utter! My, son!! utter..."

While vomiting and crying, Meng Defu crawled to Meng Xiaomao and wanted to reach out to touch him, but because of fear and disgust, he kept shivering and daring to move forward.

Looking at his wife who was controlled and fell into a coma, Meng Defu stood up from the ground with a "swoosh!" and was about to pounce on his wife, but was stopped by someone.

"Let me go! You... 告! You let me go! This bitch killed her biological flesh and blood, causing my old Meng family to lose the incense! Didn't I just like to bet some! I want to kill this bitch! Bitch!!!"

Ji Wuli kicked him up and kicked him over!

"Bitch? Where are you when your wife is possessed by evil spirits? Where are you when your son is devoured by evil spirits!"

"If you go out to make money to support your family, I will respect you as a man. But where have you gone? Your damn gambling!"

Ji Wuli stopped his subordinates who wanted to take action, stepped forward in person, grabbed Meng Defu's greasy long hair, then pulled him back, letting him look at the broken house in his house: "Look, open your dog's eyes and show me! The house is barely covered! The air leaks everywhere! But you still go to bet, and go to bet!"

"You're so damn,"

He witnessed a tragedy on earth with his own eyes. Ji Wuli's eyes were so red that he was no longer as gentle as before. He looked like a beast that chose people to eat. He pressed his palm down with force and directly pressed Meng Defu's face on the cold ground!

'Bang!!'

"What kind of man!!!"

The mother who lost her mind killed her son herself.

If I could wake up, could this poor woman withstand such a blow?

And what was her husband, the only man he could rely on in his life, thinking? He didn't ask why this tragedy happened, but just thought about it on his own, thinking that his wife killed his son and made the Meng family cut off the incense...

It's really ridiculous!

"His son is dead, so don't make things difficult for him."

Qi Lu's faint voice came, causing Ji Wuli, who wanted to continue to attack, to pause, "Brother Qi?"

"Yeah, don't make things difficult for him..."

Qi Lu sighed softly, without fear of Ji Wuli's eyes. He just looked at Meng Defu, who was pressed to the ground and unable to move, and continued: "A person cannot be resurrected. Since he cares so much about the incense of the Meng family, it would be better to fulfill him once and let him go to the Jiuyou Land to wait for Meng Xiaomao first."

"I'll say, Brother Qi is so kind?"

Ji Wuli reacted, laughed immediately, and then his expression became cold, "What do you mean..."

"Oh... my son is dead, the Meng family's incense has been cut off. He will still live in the world, so he will definitely be lonely, right? Why don't you just fulfill him..."

Meng Defu, whose whole face was pressed to the ground, twisted his body desperately after hearing this: "Wuwu...Wuwuwu!"

"Look, he agrees too."

Meng Defu: Who are you with? Who agrees? Even if I have no son, I can marry another wife and give birth to one! You don’t have the right to kill me, you don’t have the right to!

If you have the ability to move my face away!!!

What's the point of not being able to speak!!!
Chapter completed!