Chapter 112: Your master is dead, what's the use of keeping you?

Emperor Xueye's feet softened, and his whole body instantly looked like he was ten years old.

"How could this happen? "

"Bring me over quickly! "

Emperor Xue Ye said hoarsely.

Xue Qinghe's palace was already filled with people. After Emperor Xue Ye arrived, everyone immediately lowered their heads and did not dare to make a sound.

"Qinghe! "

Emperor Xue Ye lay lying beside Xue Qinghe's bed and screamed softly. Seeing Xue Qinghe's unresponsiveness, Emperor Xue Ye's eyes turned red instantly as he had been holding on.

"Qinghe..."

He grabbed Xue Qinghe's cold hands and held back his tears.

"What was the cause of Qinghe's death? "

The imperial doctors on the side all lowered their heads and did not dare to say anything. No one of them dared to touch this bad luck at this time!

"Are you all mute? ! "

Emperor Xueye said immediately.

A group of imperial doctors immediately knelt on the ground and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, we cannot find out the cause of death of His Royal Highness! "

"A bunch of trash! "

Emperor Xueye roared angrily.

A long time.

Emperor Xue Ye said coldly: "Everyone, get out! "

The words fell.

They breathed a sigh of relief and all walked outside the palace to wait. At this moment, Emperor Xueye finally no longer had to suppress his sad feelings. He held Xue Qinghe's body and cried continuously!

"Qinghe, if I let you know who killed you, I will definitely not let him go! "

Xue Ye's tears couldn't stop flowing down...

A long time.

Emperor Xueye let out a heavy breath. As the emperor of the Tiandou Empire, he couldn't be sad for too long.

Just when he stood up to leave, he suddenly discovered that Xue Qinghe's left hand was in the shape of a swan, which he had given to Xue Qinghe.

"Swan? "

Emperor Xue Ye frowned.

"What does this mean? "

Xue Ye stood there and thought hard. He understood that this was the clue left by Xue Qinghe for him.

At this moment, an idea flashed in his mind, and he suddenly remembered what he said when he taught Xue Qinghe the hand gestures.

"Qinghe, look, this is the swan martial spirit passed down from generation to generation by our Tiandou royal family, and it is the symbol of our royal family! "

"When you reach the age, my father will hold a martial soul awakening ceremony for you and invite all the forces in the continent to watch the ceremony! "

Emperor Xue Ye murmured: "Swan...Martial Spirit..."

"Martial Spirit Hall! "

Emperor Xueye couldn't help but cover his mouth when he said these three words. He knew very well that there were many spies from the Spirit Hall lurking in the Tiandou Empire.

"Why is this happening? "

Emperor Xue Ye suppressed the grief in his heart, and his whole body was trembling.

"Is it because I proposed marriage to Wuhun Palace? But even if your Wuhun Palace doesn't want to, just refuse, why do you want to kill someone? "

"Qinghe, it was my father who harmed you! "

The grief that Emperor Xueye had finally suppressed burst out again at this moment.

Emperor Xueye couldn't understand Wuhundian's move.

Is this a shock?

But does the Wuhun Palace still need to use this method to intimidate?

No need at all!

Emperor Xueye kept taking deep breaths. He forced himself to control his emotions and walked out of the palace.

"Your Majesty, my condolences! "

"Your Majesty, my condolences! "

Everyone who was guarding outside the palace immediately knelt on the ground, and Emperor Xueye glanced at them coldly.

Everyone from Wuhun Palace broke into the prince's palace, but none of them noticed, which made Emperor Xueye even more upset!

"Come here, pull them all down and chop them down! "

Emperor Xue Ye's tone was cold, without any warmth, as if he was saying something insignificant!

"Your Majesty! Spare me! "

"Your Majesty! We are innocent! "

"Your Majesty..."

Emperor Xue Ye looked coldly at the people begging for mercy, unmoved, and watched with his own eyes as these people were forcibly pulled out and their heads rolled down!

"If you want me to die, I have to die. Your master is dead, so what's the use of keeping you?" "

Xue Ye murmured.

"If I don't take you as a living sacrifice, I've already shown mercy! "

Just then.

The messenger from Wuhun Palace appeared and handed Qian Xunji's reply to Emperor Xueye.

"Your Majesty, this is a reply from His Highness the Pope. Please read it. "

Emperor Xueye opened the envelope. It was full of polite words. At first glance, it seemed that it was not from Qian Xunji himself.

The last sentence of the whole letter is the whole content. Qian Xunji rejected Emperor Xueye's marriage!

"Go back and tell His Majesty the Pope, I know! "

Emperor Xue Ye's fingers turned white due to excessive force when squeezing the letter, but he still restrained himself from having an attack.

It wasn't until the Wuhun Palace messenger left that Emperor Xueye gritted his teeth and tore the letter in his hand into pieces, his eyes as if they could spurt out anger!

"Qianxunji, you are going too far! "

These words almost popped out from between Emperor Xueye's teeth, containing endless humiliation and anger!

"In the Wuhun Palace, even if it is as difficult as climbing to the sky, I will definitely destroy you, I will! "

Emperor Xueye's chest was heaving violently. He knew that he had to endure it now, not the time to go against Wuhun Palace.

Therefore, Emperor Xue Ye, the murderer of Xue Qinghe, plans to die in his stomach without saying a word!

The other side.

Martial spiritIn the palace.

Qian Xunji also received the news of Xue Qinghe's death. While he was surprised, he was also a little confused. This death was too coincidental.

I just said yesterday that Xue Qinghe was a short-lived ghost, and Xue Qinghe died today!

It's just a Xue Qinghe. If he dies, he will die. He is not worthy of Qian Xunji's attention.

A few days later.

Emperor Xue Ye held a funeral ceremony for Xue Qinghe. All forces sent people to express their condolences, and Wuhun Palace was no exception.

Qian Xunji took this opportunity to take a trip, and Bibi Dong followed Qian Xunji.

When the dragon chariot appeared in Tiandou City, Emperor Xueye squeezed his hands tightly in his sleeves. He told himself to control his emotions and not to show any flaws in front of Qian Xunji.

"His Majesty the Pope, I didn't expect you to come too!"

Ning Fengzhi took the initiative to step forward.

Qianxun Ji said: "I stopped by to express my condolences."

"Your Majesty the Pope, please!"

Ning Fengzhi said respectfully.

Sword Dou Luo Chenxin, who was following him, didn't say a word and tried his best to reduce his presence.

Although Qian Xunji's current state is similar to that of ordinary people, Chen Xin always feels that the hairs on his body are standing on end, and the Seven Killing Sword Spirit is ready to move and wants to be unsheathed!

This is the ultimate danger!

Emperor Xue Ye came up to him at this time. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, His Majesty the Pope, for taking time out of your busy schedule to come and give Qinghe a ride!"

"Your Majesty is serious."

Qian Xunji said immediately.

"What happened to the prince is really a pity. Your Majesty, you should not be too sad!"

"My condolences!"

Xue Ye looked at Qian Xunji who was comforting him, trying his best to control the expression on his face. An enemy who killed his son asked him to express his condolences in front of him. This was simply more insulting than sitting on his wound and shitting and peeing on him!

"Thank you...His Majesty the Pope for your comfort!"