Prince An’s Mansion.

King An, who had just been taken back to the confinement from the clan mansion.

Before Emperor Yongxing issued an imperial edict to deprive the prince of his identity, he was still the noble third prince.

However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that with the speed of the case of rebellion, King An was stripped of his imperial family and demoted to a commoner, and expelled from the capital.

The entire An Prince An Mansion was bleak and rumored in the atmosphere of disaster.

"Are you laughing? Ah, bitch, even you dare to laugh at me?" King An was depressed, his hair was disheveled, staring at the congested eyeballs that were not enough to sleep, tilted his neck, and roared at a pillar, "I am the queen, the legitimate son, and his status is extremely noble. Who dares to laugh at me in the world?"

King An punched and kicked Lizhu, holding Lizhu like a devilish mania, gritting his teeth and gnawing.

The servants of the royal family dared to come forward to dissuade them. They lowered their heads and stared at the insteps, and did not dare to breathe.

"Do you think I am stupid? Ah, right?" King An grabbed the maid's shoulder, his nails deeply clenched into the other person's shoulder, and shouted: "Do you think I have lost power like the people outside?"

The maid's shoulders were bright red, and she endured the pain like a wooden man, and she didn't dare to raise her head. She didn't even dare to kneel down. She was afraid that if she moved, it would stimulate King An's pleasure, this perverted prince could eat herself on the spot.

In the An Palace, when King An is angry or happy, not responding is the biggest way to protect himself - this is the experience of the servants of the An Palace who filled out several lives.

However, today's King An is abnormal, and this law of life-saving will not work.

He kicked the maid's knees with both feet, pressed her head and knelt on the ground, grabbed her hair, started to arch her left and right, and pulled her wildly.

The maid could no longer hold back and cried bitterly, begging for mercy while holding her hair roots.

The bitch of King An, the more you resist, the more you become, the more energetic he becomes.

He pulled the maid's hair away from hand to hand.

"Is it good to be happy?" After pulling out the maid's hair, King An began to slap her from left to right again, slapping her hard, slapping her, "Labor and capital are the prince, the most favored prince, and the best candidate to inherit the throne. Call the emperor, call the emperor, call the emperor, call it, call it quickly..."

The less hopeless the more crazy it is.

King An began to avoid being shy about others.

Seeing that the maid was about to be tortured to death, a hand with shadow scales grabbed King An's arm.

"Get out." King An turned around and roared, his bloodshot eyes full of human-loving eyes.

"The manifestation of the weak." King Gu Diao looked at King An calmly and waved his hand to let the servants of the royal palace retreat.

No outsiders were present, and King An then held his head decadently, fell to the ground, and said in a daze: "It takes only a little time to fail, and we will be done."

The King of Gu Diao said: "The things on the surface will go when they go. For us, it has not hurt our muscles and bones."

"What do you mean? The awakening plan takes decades of hard work from the demon clan. So many officials who sit in the core position will be destroyed in one go. You said that you have not hurt your muscles? I am about to be demoted to a commoner and can no longer be affected by the throne. Do you call this unbreakable muscles?"

"Your vision is too short-sighted. Don't just focus your eyes on that palm-sized chair. We are planning much bigger than you think. At that time, the throne is just a gift. You are still the high-ranking Emperor Dashun."

"At present, everyone's attention is focused on this matter, and for us, it is the beginning of the show."

King An couldn't think of anything more noble than the throne. Is there anything more worthy of thinking about than the throne of Dashun Dynasty?

However, regardless of whether there is or not, at least King An's emotions began to stabilize.

The King of Gu Diao didn't explain, so he pulled King An up and comforted him: "What you want to do is just one word. Wait, you will not be able to escape sooner or later."

"I can't swallow this." King An's sad face, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I have lost all my face after being destroyed by two humble children."

"A young minister of Dali Temple and a minister of the soul-suppressing minister are also worthy of the prince's anxiety and anger?" The King of Gu Diao looked disdainful and said sarcastically: "Oh, I'm wrong. Both of them are favored and promoted to Censor and Marquis of Tomb."

"Thinking about the fact that they are now bringing people to copy the king's confidant's family, I am not happy."

"So what?" King Gu Diao spread his hands, as if he was deliberately trying to anger King An, and said, "You are a loser who is confined and is about to be demoted. You have no power and no soldiers. What can you do if you don't have any power?"

"I can't bear this breath." King An was indeed angry, and the blue veins on his neck bulged, and he said, "The influence of Zeng's family is too huge. Zeng's book friend, this king can't move. That Chen Feng, a mere pariah, can I still be afraid of it."

The King of Gu Diao shook his finger and said, "He is not as simple as a villain. Fan Xiaoxi, the zombie tribe, was all broken into his hands. It is said that Yue Shaohua has not made any good things. The people who came out of the Soul-Suppressing Division cannot be speculated based on ordinary thinking."

"But..." The King of Gu Diao changed his mind, his fine teeth exposed his bloody gums, and his face darkened, "It will attract the attention of the Soul-Suppressing Division, and it will be much easier to touch the people around him."

Looking at King An's unsatisfied expression, King Gu Diao gave him an ambiguous smile and said, "Didn't you say that you have seen a top-notch person in Yuqian Lane? This person has a close relationship with Chen Feng, and it is most suitable to use it to revenge him."

When King An heard this, he thought hard for a while, and then his eyes suddenly lit up. It seemed that he had remembered this best product that he had been coveting for a long time.

"Where are people?" King An's eyes became hot, and he had the desire to eat delicious food.

"In your small building." King Gu Diao pointed to the location of the backyard of the royal palace and said, "It was sent by the people from Wangxiangtai..."

Before King An could finish his words, he rubbed his hands and walked back quickly.

Looking at King An's back with excitement on his face, King Gu Diao snorted coldly, and the expression on his face gradually condensed.

"Waste utilization, I hope you can attract Chen Feng's attention."

"I'm really looking forward to it." The King of Gu Diao gently put up his head and covered his head. He walked out of the palace. Looking at the sky gradually rising, he breathed lightly and said:

"Chen Feng, the news has been passed to you. Don't let me down. Even if King An loses power, it's the prince. How will you face it? Should you kill him or swallow your anger? Haha, I think it's OK, you can do it."

Small building in the backyard of the royal mansion.

A house full of strange objects.

The house is decorated with things that have never been sold on the market.

The soft whip woven by goose feathers, the balls connected by pearls, the fly claw needles with cow fur, the egg net in the shape of loofah pulp, the hook and sickle the size of nail pieces, the ugly mask inlaid with tubes... a special room that satisfies the twisted psychology.

"Hehehe." A few obscene sounds of sucking saliva, accompanied by the movement of pushing the door, King An's twisted face was filled with strange spirits.

"Don't come over, I can play swordsmanship." In one corner of the room, a young girl next door with a thin figure, clear eyes and pure and lovely eyes was holding a wooden sword in both hands, huddling her body and squeezed into the corner.

Her face was rosy, with a little pale face, and her little body trembled subconsciously because of fear.

Yan Wenji was captured in the room where the Yang family's beautiful girl was abused to death.

Her lips were a little white, and her clear eyes showed a little panic when she saw King An.

Yan Wenji held the wooden sword in her hand tightly, waved it up and down the void, with a faint crying voice, raising her voice to boost her courage, "Don't come over, my master is the Sword Fairy Empress."

King An admired the weak chicks, and Yan Wenji's faint crying voice was like a fairy voice in his ears.

King An’s perverted hobby was greatly satisfied just by hearing this sound.

He rubbed his hands and couldn't wait to pounce.

King An's face magnified infinitely in Yan Wenji's eyes.

Yan Wenji, whose face was so scared that her heart was pounding with panic, calmed down surprisingly in times of crisis.

Her body stopped shaking, grabbed the wooden sword, closed her eyes slightly, and adjusted the breathing rhythm to the steps of Liuli's guidance every time.

Yan Wenji raised the wooden sword and recalled the movements of swinging the sword every morning.

Swish.

A white light.

It's really a white light that is out of reach for the naked eye.

The small backyard building briefly illuminated.

Then there was a scream that resounded through the sky.

Then there was a continuous wailing like a pig.

Yan Wenji stood up with a wooden sword on the spot, looking at King An who was rolling on the ground with his crotch covering his crotch, and was at a loss.

King An is deposed.

If you have a certain part of your body, you can go to the palace to be a eunuch.

"I said I could play swordsmanship." Yan Wenji held the wooden sword tremblingly, her voice trembling, and tears burst out in an instant.

She stubbornly wiped her tears with the back of her hands, kept holding the wooden sword in her hands, and sobbed and said, "I said that my master is the Sword Fairy Emperor."

"Kill you, little beast." King An roared, stumbled and stood up, his lower body covered in blood.

With a bang.

King An, who was sweating profusely, had not seen clearly what it was before he could break three more ribs by kicking him.

Upon hearing the news, Chen Feng, who rushed over immediately, stood in front of Yan Wenji and faced King An, with a terrifying look on his face.

Yan Wenji then dropped the wooden sword in her hand, hugged Chen Feng's thighs, and cried loudly, "Uncle Chen Feng, this person is so terrible."

"It's okay, uncle is here." Chen Feng hugged Yan Wenji in his arms, patted her back gently, and said softly: "Be good Wenji, don't be afraid, uncle will take you home."

He pressed Yan Wenji's head on his shoulder and looked at King An who was rolling on the ground. His gentle eyes began to be full of murderous intent.

Especially after noticing the strange ornaments in this house, Chen Feng's anger was burning.

Damn, because of the existence of a person like King An, a child like the Xiaomei of the Yang family, did not know what kind of perverted torture he suffered before his death.

Such people, such hobbies, are simply a waste of air to live.

"Death is a great forgiveness for people like you." Chen Feng resisted the urge to cut An Wang into pieces. Not only did he not kill him, he also applied the Dead Tree Flying Spring Technique to cure his injuries - except for the missing ball.

"You, what do you want to do?" King An sat on the ground, moved backwards, and said with a stern look: "I am a royal family, an emperor's bloodline, and a prince. If you dare to touch me, do you believe it or not to kill your entire family."

"Oh? That's a coincidence. If I really want to talk about it, I am still the bloodline of the emperor. As your Taizu Zombie King, it's more than enough to be your ancestor."

Looking at the murderous intent like a tide in Chen Feng's eyes, King An couldn't help but feel scared.
To be continued...