A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

As soon as Emperor Yuxuan gave the order, the Imperial Preceptor Meng Tonglu hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, so much time has passed. I'm afraid there is nothing I can do! If it was a few breaths before death, I might..."

"I don't care! If you can't save her, I will kill your beloved disciple!" He pointed at Shui Qinglian grimly. He thought he could threaten her like this. He didn't believe it. He knew how powerful the imperial master's medical skills were.

Meng Tonglu didn't care, but in order to show his infinite love and cherishment for Shui Qinglian, he pretended to be crying, "Your Majesty, this is embarrassing for me. The dead can be saved within the golden time, but after the golden period, there is no way to save them. Even if you kill my beloved disciple and then kill me, I can't be saved!"

Emperor Yuxuan's eyebrows were like two inverted eights: he just couldn't believe that the Imperial Master would watch his beloved disciple die in front of him.

Shui Qinglian saw the hypocritical expression of his master, and he knew what his master was thinking. It was all his fault that he had been too exposed in front of him before, which led to this result today. So he knelt down to Meng Tonglu.

"Master, please save me! I don't want to die yet!"

Meng Tonglu squeezed out two tears, walked up to Shui Qinglian and touched her head: "My disciple, your master is useless! Let us die to atone for our sins! It will be good for you to have a companion on your way to the underworld!"

Emperor Yuxuan hummed majestically: "My dear Lord Meng, I didn't ask you to die! If you can't save the little bastard today, I will kill your beloved disciple! If you can't save him tomorrow, I will kill your wife. If I can't save him the day after tomorrow..."

Meng Tonglu heard that this was the rhythm of killing all nine clans! But he didn't want to treat him today. Even if he borrowed a knife. Not to mention that the person had died for one day, even if the person had died for three days, he could still "resurrect the dead", but that was a puppet he controlled.

How could he not know about Shui Qinglian, his disciple? His medical talent was superior to his. In this world, how could he allow someone to have better medical skills than him? He had to get rid of this disciple, but he couldn't do it himself.

Meng Tonglu knelt down with a plop: "Your Majesty, I am incompetent! You should seek help from someone else!"

Shui Qinglian took a breath of cold air. Even if the master pretended to give him a needle, he would be grateful to him and make the relationship between master and disciple worthwhile. But he refused to even pretend.

"You kill people all the time, are you a devil? You always blame others, are you crazy? This country will be lost in your hands in a few days, believe it or not? No, just wait and see." Sikong Yan looked at his father with hatred in his eyes. He really hated God, why did he give him such a father. He would rather not have it. He wanted to save people, but he was too weak. Now he couldn't save anyone, he was just a clay Buddha.

Emperor Yuxuan's eyes bulged again. Damn it! This bastard has always been against him today. Is he really that bold? He thinks I dare not kill him. Damn it. If it weren't for the Jinting secret book, I would have punched him into the ground.

"Shut up!"

"I insist that you are a tyrant! Let's see who will dare to serve you in the future. Don't think that your fists are invincible. One day, your fists will hit cotton!"

Emperor Yuxuan was extremely strong and as tall as Kuiba. Today, her son repeatedly taught her a lesson, and she was so angry that she was about to explode. His veins bulged, and it was as if earthworms were crawling on his forehead.

The Imperial Master was secretly delighted when he saw the father and son fighting. It was a good fight, so I didn't have to work so hard. No matter which one it was, it was to eliminate one of the biggest troubles!

Unexpectedly, Shui Qinglian knelt forward and bowed to persuade: "Your Majesty, please calm down!"

The Imperial Master looked at him with a sharp look. Seeing his disciple about to die, he dared to plead for him! He was really stupid.

Shui Qinglian said, "Your Majesty, please think carefully. Although your Highness' words are unpleasant to hear, none of them are without consideration for you! Your Majesty, please consider it and think twice!"

Emperor Yuxuan rolled his eyes and slowly moved them to Shui Qinglian: "Didn't this bastard say that I was a tyrant? How did he start to think about me? Shui Qinglian, do you think you didn't die fast enough? Someone come here!"

"exist!"

Two guards with swords came in from the door.

"First, drag this ignorant bastard out and chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs!" Emperor Yuxuan said fiercely. He did this just to get the Imperial Master to save Sizhe. He didn't believe that the Imperial Master would be willing to sacrifice his beloved disciple! But he was wrong again!

"Your Majesty, please spare my disciple!" Meng Tonglu quickly knelt on the ground. But he had a smile on his face, which only the ants crawling on the ground could see.

"Then you can give Si Zhe acupuncture. Just make him alive! Your disciple will not die!" Emperor Yuxuan raised his head and raised his right hand. He repeatedly observed from the front and back. When he saw that there was some dirt hidden in his index fingernail, which was neither long nor short, he used the nail of his thumb to dig out the dirt in the nail and blew it again and again. It was as if you were the dirt in his nail. He thought that after he said this, the national teacher would eagerly give Si Zhe acupuncture.

Unexpectedly, the Imperial Master Meng Tonglu still lay on the ground and cried out sadly: "Forgive me for being powerless, Your Majesty, please have mercy on me!"

Isn't it urgent enough? Emperor Yuxuan waved his hand at the two sword-carrying guards, "Take them out, take them out, take them out!"

Emperor Yuxuan thought that the Imperial Master would jump up and save Sizhe. Unexpectedly, the old turtle was still kneeling there, crying miserably without raising his head: "Your Majesty, please spare my little disciple..." The two ants below him raised their heads and saw that his mouth was curved in a smile, which was the opposite of his voice.

Sikong Yan looked at Shui Qinglian who was dragged to the door and shouted, "Wait!"

The Imperial Master only raised his head at this time, with a look of astonishment on his face: He didn't understand why His Highness wanted to stop him? Wasn't he afraid of death? ...

"What do you want to do now?" Emperor Yuxuan exhaled from his nose.

"Since the Imperial Master couldn't save her, why didn't Father let Shui Qinglian give it a try?" Sikong Yan still glared at his father with anger. "If Shui Qinglian couldn't be saved, Father could just kill his master! Isn't that the same?"

Emperor Yuxuan's eyes lit up. Ahaha, this game is reversed. It's really interesting. This rebellious son can think of it. It's not useless! I don't know what the result will be. He turned his head and said to the national teacher Meng Tonglu with a laugh: "Ahaha! This is also very interesting! Meng Aiqing, tell me, will your beloved disciple save you?"

Meng Tonglu's face changed: "Your Majesty, aren't you kidding me with my life? My apprentice has only been with me for a few years, and I know his abilities! This old minister is doomed, wow wow..." After saying this, he cried miserably... Now his life is in Shui Qinglian's hands, what should he do? His heart is trembling...