"It's him, the king treats him like his own son, but he ends up killing the king."

"I heard that the king valued him very much during his lifetime, and treated him as his own son, and even handed him over the national affairs with confidence. How trusted he is, but the result is."

"This kind of person is so hateful. He actually killed his own uncle for the sake of the throne. How could he do it?"

"He thought that if the king died, he would be king. It was so whimsical."

"We people who are cruel and ruthless will not suffer any disaster."

"Everyone can kill this kind of person."

"That is, if he has the right to hold the king's portrait and to send him to the king for funeral, he should be shot immediately."

"What's even more hateful is that his mother didn't come back to send her off. The king is her brother, and she is so cruel."

"I heard that Princess Philee has been married for more than 20 years and has never come back once. She is so heartless, no wonder the son she gave birth to is so cruel."

"If I hadn't been afraid of staining the king's portrait, I would have thrown him to death with a rotten egg."

"I don't know how Queen Amway will deal with this murderer, whether he will be imprisoned for the rest of his life, or whether he will be shot after the funeral."

"If it's shot, I must go and watch it myself."

The road leading to the royal cemetery was crowded with people.

Because she was afraid that too many people would delay the burial time, Queen Amway asked the police to act as a human cordon here in advance.

But because there were too many people, the police were squeezed backwards.

Fortunately, behind the police, there were guards who followed him to form a human barrier, otherwise there would be a riot.

Tang Qixie's face was pale, the wound on his face was a little terrifying. He lowered his eyes slightly, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Handcuffed hands holding portraits.

The shackles were dragging on the ground, and the sound was heard as he walked step by step.

And beside him was Philiosi's coffin.

Because of the wound inflammation, he became more and more intense, his head was dizzy and buzzing, and his eyes were sometimes dark and sometimes bright. The indignant spitting around him made Tang Qixie feel even more a headache.

It seems that the dungeon that time, after he knew the truth, he had a little tinnitus.

Sometimes you can't hear the sound...

He dragged his legs and followed the funeral procession, walking mechanically.

In the crowd, a petite figure was squeezed by the crowd and almost fell down several times.

If so many people fall down, they will definitely be trampled to death at others' feet.

Minglan Xiang'er had red and swollen eyes, following the funeral procession.

His eyes were always on Tang Qixie.

In fact, she could have gone to the royal cemetery first to wait for the funeral procession to arrive, but she insisted on accompanying him on this difficult journey.

Looking at Tang Qixie, who was being criticized and accused in the funeral procession, Minglan Xiang'er's heart was as if she was cut off.

How could he be so precious to wear those things and suffer so much curse and curse?

God, this is too unfair.

Even if Master Qi was rescued today, I am afraid he will live in the shadow of today for the rest of his life...

But no matter what he will do in the future, she will save him.

He cannot die.

This road from Philey's Palace to the Royal Cemetery is the longest and most difficult road that Tang Qixie has ever walked in his life.

Outside the royal cemetery, there were people from the country.

At first glance, it was full of human heads.

As soon as they saw Tang Qixie and the coffin, the crowd began to surge...
Chapter completed!