Feng Qiudao shouted angrily: "Don't betrayal! Kill!"

The soldiers stabbed the spears without hesitation and shouted: "Kill!"

Zhao Hu had resisted at all, allowing the spear to poke on him. Blood gushed out of his body, nostrils, and mouth. Zhao Hu was still laughing, struggling and panting, and said intermittently and weakly: "I have a book... I have a book and I have a book and I have no book... I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and I have a book and

"Kill!" Feng Qiudao shouted violently.

Countless spears poked Zhao Hu's body mercilessly again. Zhao Hu's body twitched violently for a few times, and finally fell softly and died at the door of the Golden Palace.

"A man, let's bury him with great burial." Fang Zheng looked at Zhao Hu's body, and a feeling of sadness arising from the end of the hero's end in his heart.

The soldiers found a piece of cloth, wrapped the tiger's body, and carried it out. The general who held tens of thousands of military power bid farewell to the world in this way.

Fang Zheng sighed, stepped into the palace with one foot, followed by a dense array of soldiers.

Pan Shangshu was still sitting on the dragon throne, his waist was straight and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Fang Zheng frowned and shouted, "My surname is Pan, hurry up and get down. You are not qualified to sit on that chair!"

Upon hearing this, Pan Shangshu's smile disappeared, his face turned gloomy, and he said angrily: "Bold! I dare to say that I am not qualified to sit down, I don't have to die! The warriors on both sides will take this person for me! I will be pushed out and killed! No, kill the nine clans for me!"

Fang Zheng was stunned and said to Feng Qiudao: "Is this old guy crazy?"

Feng Qiudao shook his head expressionlessly.

Seeing this, Fang Zheng quickly called a shadow subordinate and told him to do this.

Shangshu Pan on the dragon throne seemed a little hysterical. He slapped the armrest of the dragon throne vigorously and said angrily: "Come! Come on! Why don't you take this person down? Do you want to rebel too?"

Fang Zheng ignored him. Fang Zheng was too lazy to talk to such a madman. He waved his hand and the soldiers surrounded Pan Shangshu one after another.

"You, you dare to commit the consequences! You dare to rebel against me... Okay! I won't let you do it!" Pan Shangshu went completely crazy, got up and walked behind the dragon chaise, and somewhere to bring out a jar of tung oil for ignition from nowhere, lifted it above his head, and the thick black tung oil immediately filled his whole body. Pan Shangshu suddenly turned into a black and wet oil man.

The soldiers were shocked and took a few steps back.

Huh! This old guy is actually a bad guy. Fang Zheng was so happy that he walked to Pan Shangshu and smiled at him.

Shangshu Pan was so shocked that he took a step back and stuttered: "You... don't come over, I... I die with this hall..."

Fang Zheng touched his chin, looked at him as if he was studying, and said for a while: "Hey, I'm telling me, are you really crazy or fake? I'm sitting on the dragon throne and pretending to be crazy and stupid. Don't say it, I pretend to be quite like me..."

A little panic flashed in Pan Shangshu's eyes: "You...are you not afraid that I will burn this Golden Palace?"

"Don't you be fucked by me! Do you believe me or not?" Fang Zheng waved his face hard, thought about it and then put it down.

Then Fang Zheng smiled again, smiling happily: "Oh, look at your attitude, do you want to ignite the fire**?"

Shangshu Pan nodded late.

"You are stupid, you are really stupid. The oil has fallen on your body. What are you going to use to ignite the fire?"

"Which is used to ignite the fire?" Pan Shangshu was asked by this question. Yes, it was a desperate situation, and he sacrificed his life to death. What a tragic moment... But, what is the fire?

Shangshu Pan looked around and found that it was already daylight, and the palace lanterns hanging high on the top of the hall had already been extinguished, and the soldiers had no torches in their hands.

"Use fire notes." Fang Zheng kindly reminded.

"Yes, yes...huozhe..." Pan Shangshu trembled and groped on himself...

a long time.

Pan Shangshu raised his head with a sad face and looked at Fang Zheng sadly.

"Forgot to bring it?" Fang Zheng asked sympathetically.

Pan Shangshu nodded, his expression as if he was lost.

"You are so uncensored!" Fang Zheng frowned and reprimanded.

Shangshu Pan was dejected and said nothing, like a child who had made a mistake and was scolded by the teacher.

"You can kill yourself." Fang Zheng pointed to the jade steps in front of the dragon chaise and once again kindly provided suicide assistance to Pan Shangshu.

Shangshu Pan stammered his lips and stared at the hard steps. After a while, he finally shook his head, his eyes were filled with despair.

It turned out that this old guy was afraid of death. He was just pretending to be crazy and stupid. Fang Zheng smiled coldly from the side.

"Since you insist on this warm way of dying, I'll help you." Fang Zheng smiled and handed over a fire note.

Shangshu Pan took the hot note in a daze, and looked up and saw Fang Zheng's eyes full of encouragement and expectation. Shangshu Pan smiled miserably and waited for the ignition.

"Wait!" With a loud roar, Fang Zheng stopped him in time. Pan Shangshu was so scared that he was trembling all over. His hands shook and the fire pie fell to the ground.

"You...how are you going?" Pan Shangshu looked at Fang Zheng with horror, as if he was looking at an evil devil.

Fang Zheng smiled at him friendly, and then shouted: "Come on, get two iron forks for me, and a few fresh chicken wings on the iron fork..."

Feng Qiudao asked in surprise: "Brother Fang, what do you want to do?"

Fang Zheng pointed to Pan Shangshu with a smile, then grinned at Feng Qiudao: "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat barbecue chicken wings? Haha, I'll treat you..." (To be continued,)
Chapter completed!