Villains: The protagonist sells his kidneys just for the villains to squander

Meng Ao's expression changed, and he ordered immediately.

"Protect the king and princess from entering the inner hall!"

There is obviously a rebellion outside, and only those with power can lead troops in.

Just as Ying Zheng and A Fang were carried into the inner hall, the rebels had already attacked.

What surprised Meng Ao even more was that the leader of the rebel army turned out to be the son Cheng Jiao who was rumored to be dead!
Cheng Jiao was wearing a black dragon robe and a crown of jade pearls on his head, his eyes were swollen and energetic, and he gave orders to Meng Ao and others with a domineering appearance.

"Don't kneel down yet, welcome the king back to the palace!"

Du Mou and other civil servants had never seen Young Master Cheng Jiao before, they all looked at each other in blank dismay, not understanding why the other party spoke like this.

He even took it for granted that the position of King Qin belonged to him.

Meng Ao knew that the other party was Cheng Jiao, but he thought that he was reused because of Ying Zheng, and he could not betray Ying Zheng even if he died.

Gritting his teeth, he reprimanded Young Master Cheng Jiao: "Boldly rebelling against a thief, he actually proclaimed himself king! He deserves to be punished for his crime!"

Cheng Jiao said coldly: "This king is Cheng Jiao, the younger brother of King Qin Yingzheng! Now that brother Wang is dead, this king can inherit the throne!"

Many ministers were shocked by these words, and they didn't know whether what the other party said was true. They had many doubts in their hearts, but they couldn't tell the truth from the false.

They are all whispering, discussing its truth and falsehood.

The situation was getting worse, Meng Ao thought that many guards in the palace had seen Cheng Jiao, no wonder they came here so easily.

Looking at the guards again, many of them stood behind Cheng Jiao.

In this case, the morale of the army is slackened, and more people will fall into Cheng Jiao's arms.

Meng Ao drew out his long sword and pointed at Young Master Cheng Jiao.

"Young master Cheng Jiao is dead, you just look alike, retreat quickly, and this general will spare your life!"

"General Meng, why do you have to act like this! I can prove that Young Master Cheng Jiao is still alive, and he is the one in front of me."

A voice from among the rebels made Meng Ao's heart sink to the bottom.

Mr. Pingyuan, Lai Ai, appeared at an inopportune moment holding the divine sword Chi Xiao.

Meng Ao was angry, disappointed and puzzled by this. . .

"Mr. Pingyuan, Lai Ai, Cheng Jiao! Do you know what you are doing? This is splitting the Qin Kingdom! You are not the king's direct son, but your younger brother! If you inherit the throne, the other Ying clan will follow suit! At that time , the country cannot be a country!"

Facing Meng Ao's reprimand, Cheng Jiao remained indifferent.

Pingyuan Jun Lai Ai sneered even more.

Du Mou was a little touched, and bowed to salute: "Second Young Master, please think carefully before acting. Right now, Qin has just unified the world, and people's hearts are not stable. If you do such a thing rashly, you may lose your gains."

The other ministers also bowed and saluted, pleading with Cheng Jiao so that the Great Qin would not fall apart.

"Second Young Master, please think deeply!"

Cheng Jiao smiled coldly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mr. Ai Ai Pingyuan, the backbone.

Full of confidence.

"Zhao Zheng is a thief! When my father was alive, he told this king that Zhao Zheng is not his own flesh and blood! You stupid people have been kept in the dark! Now you are still speaking for Zhao Zheng! What is the crime!"

"Chong!"

Pingyuan Jun Lai Ai pulled out the Chixiao Sword, the blade was like fire, and the scorching flame made everyone sweat.

Many civil servants took a few steps back to avoid their sharp edge.

This is obviously about to surrender.

After all, the state of Qin belongs to others, and his life belongs to him.

Cheng Jiao also spoke at the right time: "This king is of royal blood, thousands of times more noble than the wild Zhao Zheng! Anyone who dares to stop this king will be killed without mercy!"

Meng Ao also drew his sword, ignoring Lao Ai's threat.

"As expected, your majesty is right. Your son's success is more than failure. Being exploited by traitors, he enjoys it. Lai Ai, do you really think you have won?"

Lai Ai frowned, not understanding that now the palace is under her control, the palace guards died because of Ying Zheng's death, Cheng Jiao appeared, and they all defected.

And all three thousand guests came here with him.

One step away from victory.

Thinking of this, Lao Ai flicked the Akasaka Sword with the fingers of her right hand.

Must drink blood today!

"Meng Ao! If you surrender today, you will still die!"

Meng Ao smiled disdainfully, and said righteously: "Today, I, Meng Ao, will never surrender to a villain!"

"What a pity, Meng Ao, I will send you to heaven!"

Lao Ai's patience was worn out.

He raised his sword to start a killing spree, killing all those who stood in his way.

"Hmph!!! Here I am, Lai Ai! What should you do!"

It is like a dragon roaring in the nine heavens, surpassing everything in the world.

King Qin Yingzheng walked out of the inner hall slowly.

Wherever he went, the officials knelt down.

"Long live my king, long live, long live..."

"Long live my king, long live, long live..."

"Long live my king, long live, long live..."

. . .

The Akasaka Sword in Lao Ai's hands was no longer scorching hot, only icy cold.

There is only one sentence in my heart, the routine has been in people's hearts since ancient times.

The ancients never lied to me!