A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

Suddenly, two extremely dull noises of "bang bang" were heard. The sound seemed to be a roar coming from the depths of hell, rushing back and forth between the four walls of the palace, and the lingering sound lasted for a long time.

Emperor Yuxuan's face, which was already red with anger, turned pale in an instant. Then, his body shook violently, as if he was hit by an invisible force. He was so angry that two more blood vessels broke. The sound of the rupture was subtle but clearly audible, like a taut string suddenly breaking. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, staining his luxurious dragon robe red.

Emperor Yuxuan's face was twisted in pain. He let out two slow and painful cries of "Ahhh", low and hoarse, like a wounded beast roaring in despair. Each cry was filled with endless pain and anger, echoing in this empty palace, deeply hooking Eunuch Yan's heartstrings. Eunuch Yan's heart tightened instantly, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible hand. He looked at Emperor Yuxuan in horror, his eyes full of worry and panic. The wrinkles on Eunuch Yan's old face deepened, his lips trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Your Highness, my ancestor, please be kind and let Doctor Shui relieve the pain! Seeing the emperor in such pain, I feel so distressed. The emperor is in such pain, I can't stand it." Eunuch Yan's voice was trembling, with endless pleading. His bent body leaned forward slightly, and his hands were tightly clasped together, as if he wanted to share some of the pain for Emperor Yuxuan. His eyes were full of eagerness and expectation, and tears were rolling in his eyes, which might roll down at any time.

How could Sikong Yan not feel pain when his body and hair were given by his parents? He stood there, his body stiff and his face gloomy. His heart was like being gnawed by thousands of ants, pain and struggle intertwined. His eyes slowly swept over Emperor Yuxuan, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes. But when you kill innocent people indiscriminately, don't they feel pain? Don't their relatives and children feel pain? The tragic scenes of the innocent people who were brutally killed by Emperor Yuxuan emerged in Sikong Yan's mind, and their pain and despair seemed to be vivid. Those helpless eyes, those shrill cries, hit his heart like a heavy hammer. Sikong Yan's eyes were red, and anger and sadness flashed in his red eyes. He clenched his hands into fists, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, but he could not feel any pain. "Eunuch Yan, the pain he is suffering now is not even one ten-thousandth of the pain he caused to die! Please speak properly! I will fulfill my responsibility as a son!"

After saying this, he turned around resolutely, his robe drew a decisive arc in the air, and then strode out of the Weilong Palace. His figure seemed particularly firm in the dim light, a kind of unyielding strength for justice.

Emperor Yuxuan was so angry that his body made muffled noises like firecrackers. "Ahhhhhh..." The screams continued, floating in the air of the palace. The sound was full of pain and anger, as if it was an accusation against fate.

Emperor Yuxuan's body was shaking violently, his face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. His eyes were full of madness and despair, as if he was a person abandoned by the world. His hands were waving wildly in the air, as if he wanted to grab something, but he couldn't grab anything.

"Beast, beast, rebellious beast, I will kill you...ah...I want Concubine Wan to accompany me, I want Concubine Wan to accompany me..." Emperor Yuxuan's voice was hoarse and shrill, and it was a despair that penetrated deep into his bones.

His hands were clenched into fists, veins bulging, as if he was trying to vent his inner anger. His body kept twitching, as if he was possessed by a demon.

"Save your energy, the angrier you get, the faster you'll explode!" Xiao Sizhe looked at Emperor Yuxuan coldly, his eyes filled with hatred. Xiao Sizhe wanted to see him die tragically, only then could she relieve the hatred in her heart.

His cold eyes seemed to tell Emperor Yuxuan that his fate was already determined and there was no escape. Xiao Sizhe's mouth slightly raised, revealing a cruel smile. His short figure seemed particularly gloomy and swaying in the dim light, as if he was a messenger from hell.

Eunuch Yan's face was filled with grief as he hugged Emperor Yuxuan tightly. His slightly trembling hands seemed to be trying to give the emperor the last bit of warmth.

His gray hair was a little messy, and the wrinkles on his face were like deep ravines carved by time, and every line was filled with worry and sadness.

Tears kept falling from his tearful face, dripping onto the emperor's clothes, staining them wet. He cried out in sorrow, "Your Majesty, I am so weak that I can't do more for you. But look, Your Majesty, you have such an outstanding prince, and this country will still belong to your Sikong family in the future! What else do you have to worry about?"

Tears flowed down Emperor Yuxuan's cloudy red eyes like a flood. His face flushed red, as if there was a ball of anger burning in his heart, but he had nowhere to vent it.

His lips trembled, and blood oozed from his cracked lips. A generation of emperors, who had experienced countless hardships, was now being toyed with by a six-year-old boy. Isn't this the biggest joke in the world? He screamed miserably: "No, no, no, I don't want to, I don't want to!"

He waved his arms, but the hand that once controlled the country now seemed so powerless. His fingers were slightly bent, and veins bulged, as if telling of his inner reluctance.

Eunuch Yan was beside him, having cried himself dry. His eyes were as red and swollen as ripe peaches, and his eyes were full of fatigue and helplessness. His clothes were also a little messy, as if he had been through a fierce struggle.

He choked up and advised: "Your Majesty, let it go. Letting it go is a kind of relief! Please listen to my advice this time."

However, Emperor Yuxuan seemed to be deaf to all this and just kept roaring, "I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it..." His eyes widened, his eyes full of stubbornness and unwillingness.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if burning with the last bit of anger. Emperor Yuxuan roared, and his body made dull "bang bang bang" sounds like a cannon.

In his rage, his blood burst wildly, and his face was twisted like a hideous devil. He covered his chest tightly with both hands, his fingers deeply dug into the flesh, as if trying to stop his body from collapsing. His body twitched violently.

Every twitch seemed like a final struggle against fate. The tragic scene was terrifying, as if it heralded the end of an era. The air in the palace seemed to freeze, filled with despair and sorrow.