Chen Yue suddenly sighed twice.

What a pity? What a pity? The King of Han suddenly felt uneasy, his pupils tightened, and he looked at Chen Yue in a daze.

But he suddenly curled his lips and smiled, but his smile was not as good as his eyes. "What a pity, although the prince is open-minded and can even let go of the hatred of killing his son, I can't use my life to bet with the prince. If the prince escapes from trouble today, the next day will be my death. Do you really think I am so stupid?"

The King of Han gritted his teeth. At this moment, even if he swears to the sky that he will not kill him, Chen Yue, isn't he afraid that Chen Yue will not believe it?

"Since that's the case, why do you have to talk to me alone?"

"I'm afraid the prince has misunderstood it? I just think my subordinates are a bit annoying, so I sent them away. When did you say that you should let the prince do something to send someone out for a secret conversation? Oh! I'm afraid I didn't explain it clearly, so I'm sorry!"

The King of Han's back teeth were almost broken, but he couldn't tell that he was a little sorry. As he was enlightened, the King of Han remembered something again, and his eyes lit up, "You are for the last incident, right? I didn't tell you last time... OK! This time, as long as you let me go, I can tell you what you want to know. I can even give you half of the jade pendant."

When the King of Han said this, he felt very confident. He looked at Chen Yue with hope, hoping that he would move the embroidered spring sword against his neck in the next moment.

Who knew that Chen Yue did not move the embroidered spring knife away, but instead laughed softly, "The prince has a bad memory. Let me remind you that I said it last time. If you didn't say it at that time, I would not be interested in hearing it from the prince in the future."

The smile on the corner of Han Wang's mouth froze, "You..."

"The prince's reaction last time has given me the answer I want. It's been so long that the prince underestimated me too much. Do you really think that I haven't found anything? The prince wants to kill me not just because of the revenge of killing his son, isn't it to kill the weeds?" Chen Yue's eyes were cold and cold.

The coldness was passed on to the King of Han, making him instantly cold from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. "You... don't you want that jade pendant..."

"Prince!" Chen Yue laughed softly, "Have you ever thought about why it took me six days to get here from the capital? This period of time is enough for me to find what I want. Who would have expected that the prince was not carrying such an important thing with him, but was handed over to the most unpopular concubine in the mansion for custody. I think that the prince is also a love-in-law. Such restraint and tolerant are of course very great, but it is a pity that the prince met me. If I came to look for the prince before, the prince could accept my advice, maybe you and I could still work together to make great achievements, but the prince rejected me, then there would be only one way to go between me and the prince."

The blood on the King of Han's face was gone. When Chen Yue said a word, the brilliance on his face became dim. Gradually, it condensed into deep despair. He did not expect that the hidden power of the person in front of him was far beyond his imagination.

But in this despair, he still wanted to struggle to death, "I, no, I... was not done by me alone..."

"But you are involved, you are an accomplice! This half of the jade pendant has fallen into your hands, so, I killed the prince, the prince should not think it is wronged." Chen Yue said as he moved his body, his knees like iron, and he had already suppressed the Han King's chest. There was a "click" sound in his chest, as if something had broken. The Han King screamed in pain twice, but was suppressed so much that he could not move.

But in an instant, his temples were already wet with sweat. There was no need to check them out. The King of Han also knew that the just-thrown knocked him must have broken his two ribs. However, he was even more frightened and looked at him with a smile and pulled out the embroidered spring sword inch by inch. The sound of the blade scraping through the scalp made his scalp numb and his body became cold.

"Prince! Are you okay?" The sad scream just now finally attracted the attention of those outside the tent, and someone shouted loudly.

The King of Han was already distorted in pain. At that moment, looking at Chen Yue's smiling face and eyes that seemed to have been quenched with ice, the instinct of survival made him subconsciously shout, "Hurry! Come and save me!" He shouted with all his last strength, but he did not dare to pause at all. He looked at Chen Yue as if he begged for mercy, trying to seize the last trace of vitality, "Don't! Don't kill me! Don't want to know who the real mastermind is? I...I can tell you, I can tell you..."

The words came to an abrupt end, and the sharp sword light passed by. The King of Han was stunned in horror, but he felt a heat in his throat. His hands instinctively raised to cover his throat, but he still couldn't cover the hot liquid that was rushing out. He stared at Chen Yue, but he couldn't say a word. The bigger his eyes, the less he could see Chen Yue's face.

His face slowly blurred in his sight. The final impression was that his smile and cold eyes made people frightened, as if Yama was alive. His thin lips opened and closed, revealing the voice of death, "I was not interested in hearing from you."

There seemed to be many other shadows breaking into the blurred vision, like ghosts, but he could no longer see clearly, and even the sound was far from heard.

His feet subconsciously stepped on the chair and used all his strength, but the next moment, he suddenly relaxed and stopped moving.

"Chen Yue, you are so brave!" Everyone who rushed in was shocked by the scene in front of them.

Chen Yue half-kneeled on the chest of Han King, holding the Xiuchun Knife in one hand, but the blade was hanging from the edge of the chair, and the red blood flowed down the blade, gathered from the tip of the knife, falling... tick, tick...

Under his feet, the King of Han covered his throat with his hands tightly, his hands were covered in blood, and his eyes widened. It seemed that he was exhausted and he died with his eyes open.

Perhaps the blood arrow was splashed out just now, and it was just splashing on Chen Yue's body. His flying fish suit was half stained with blood. Even his face was covered with red blood. Taking advantage of his lazy smile and cold eyes, it made people feel scared from the bottom of his heart.

No one expected that Chen Yue really dared to kill King Han. However, he did kill him.

Even Duan Cong and a group of Jinyiwei were stunned at the door of the handsome tent, dumbfounded and did not dare to approach.

But, some people are not afraid.

A general wearing armor and looking at it, he was calm and sophisticated. He took out the sword from his waist with a "swish" sound, "Take the Shenyue!"
Chapter completed!