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Jones glanced at the ghost beside him and just snorted, but he made another note in his heart. Everyone sitting here is qualified to say the word "should be killed", but he is the only one who cannot. Who should be killed? After the winter snow banquet, Jones doesn't mind letting the ghost know.

"Then, just kill him." Emperor Philisberg said lightly without any emotion, and then he lay down and played with the novel dishes specially developed for the winter snow banquet.

Doyle looked at Ming Ling with a smile, but the latter's face was neither happy nor sad. Ming Ling smiled at Doyle, as if he didn't dare to look at Doyle, and quickly lowered his head, but there was a flash of light in his eyes. Gone without anyone noticing. Doyle was very satisfied with Ming Ling's reaction. This person who had been kicked by him since childhood had long since lost the courage to go against him. It was not easy to follow his words this time. Ming Ling had been treating Doyle since he was a child. Looking at each other coldly, the anger in his heart would rise every time he saw Ming Ling's cold eyes. Then no matter how much Doyle bullied him, the coldness in his eyes never faded.

Today is like this, either to show kindness to himself, or to change his status. After all, he has no hope of being the emperor. Why should he think of trying to please himself now? Otherwise, when his father dies, regardless of his status, he will Whether you can survive or not is a question.

Gu Yu stared at the exquisite pastries in front of her, but she didn't have the slightest appetite. She was not interested in the fight for the three princes and would not get involved. However, according to the report from the spies, the guy and the three of them had entered Northern Xinjiang long ago, and then disappeared as if from the world. So, there has been no news. It has been almost a month now, and I don’t know if he is still alive. Whenever Gu Yu thinks about Gus, Gu Yu's heart will always be extremely irritable. Onion fingers tap the edge of the table and make a slight sound, but it does not attract any attention. The singing and dancing music on both sides is louder.

Emperor Philisberg swung his fork, glanced at Gu Yu, and showed a rare smile. He crossed his fingers in front of him and focused his dim eyes on Gu Yu. At this moment, he had the tenderness that a father should have: "How are you doing at Massa College?"

Guyu nodded slightly and said calmly: "It's okay."

"The second sister is talented and smart, and she will definitely shine as a wizard. However, the fourth brother has been stupid since he was a child. I wonder what he has learned in the past few years? Come on, tell the third brother." Jones put down the tableware in his hand and took the maid behind him. He wiped his hands with the towel in the tray, and his eyes became even more mocking. Seeing that the ghost ignored him, he turned to the emperor and said respectfully: "Father, I also know a few wizards who are arrogant, why don't you take this opportunity to let me know?" Fourth brother, how about fighting with them? It can also be considered as a way to help my father."

"Do it."

Emperor Philisberg did not turn his head, and kept looking at Gu Yu with a smile.

"Yes. I will go and call them now." Jones was very excited, pulled up his seat and walked out of the palace. Ming Ling's hands were cold, he clenched his hands and took a deep breath, gently cupped his hands towards the emperor, and spoke slowly Said: "My son, I obey the order."

Coming and going in a hurry, when Jones came to Longque Palace again, there were two people standing behind him, with handsome faces, but deep anger accumulated between their brows. When they saw the emperor, they fell to the ground with their arms in front of them. Stretching out, his head was close to the ground of Longque Palace.

As the last palace, the Dragon Bird Palace suppressed the entire sword with a majestic momentum. The hall accommodated more than 500 people at the same time, but there was still a wide enough space to serve as a platform for competition.

Ming Ling took the witch staff from the waiter's hand and took the lead to walk into the prepared secondary force field. Four men in black robes stood at the four corners, with four witch staffs inserted in front of them. The dim light added to the Dragon Bird Palace. One level of prohibition.

The Winter Snow Banquet is extremely noble, so naturally there can be no mistakes.

Emperor Philisberg hummed softly, and the two kneeling people walked into the secondary force field with relief. Without the pressure of the emperor's aura, the hostility in the two people's bodies was like a flood opening, and the secondary force field lit up. In an instant, Wushu took action and attacked Ming Ling.

The witchcraft is fierce, one attack and one defense, and they cooperate with each other tacitly. For a while, Ming Ling can only defend hard and cannot launch an effective attack.

With his hands flat on the table and his body sitting upright, Jones felt extremely comfortable. Even the depression just now was gone. He said to the emperor diligently: "Father, it seems that the fourth brother is playful by nature and has neglected a lot of his homework. , can't even deal with two white ring wizards, he really failed to cultivate his father."

In front of the long table, a total of five hundred people turned to the direction of the secondary force field. They looked at the competition in the venue with unbearable expressions. The people who can come here to participate in the banquet are all people with great eyes and hands, and they all understand the status of Ming Ling in the palace. He sighed secretly in his heart. Maybe he had made a mistake since he was born. The constant humiliation by Doyle and Jones over the years had already exhausted all the imperial energy in his body. In front of those two people, he didn't even have the courage to refuse. At the moment, he couldn't The young man drew a line in his mind and decided to stay far away from the fourth prince in the future. He would rather offend him at the right time than say another word to him.

The witchcraft is constantly flashing, and it is indeed extremely exciting. The methods are endless. The ghosts in the field are like pets being played with, running up and down. The golden robe has long lost its original appearance and is torn apart. In strips, the chest was even darker, revealing fair skin.

This performance made the powerful people shake their heads. Ming Ling has become an abandoned son in their hearts. They also have to choose their masters and fight for the survival of their family. They help their masters ascend to the throne of God, and their masters stabilize their positions. They complement each other and cannot exist without one.

Everyone is willing to cooperate with people with strong capital.

"Your Majesty, the Fourth Prince cannot stand alone. What's more, the two of them are still familiar with each other and are familiar with each other. It is natural that the Fourth Prince is not a rival." A voice sounded, breaking the silence in front of the long table.

Jones was a little unhappy, but he was happy to see it, but when he saw the person who spoke, the dissatisfaction disappeared, just because this person was really rich as the enemy, because he controlled the wealth of the entire empire, but The Finance Minister of the Massa Empire has the most distinguished status among the six people.

He is also the father of Lars, Arad.

"Well, just as the cabinet minister said, come back."

As soon as he finished speaking, the guardians from the four corners of the secondary force field directly removed their witchcraft power. They waved their witchcraft staff lightly and bounced away the entangled three people. The ghost's body suddenly relaxed and he wiped his dusty face with his torn sleeves. He bowed deeply to Emperor Philisberg, looking at his toes with bloodthirsty and violent eyes, but he still said cautiously: "Father, I am in disgrace, so please excuse me first."

This time Philisberg raised his head and glanced at the ghost, without holding back, waving his sleeves to signal to retreat.

Ming Ling took a deep breath, and the moment he stood up, a smile appeared on his face again. He bowed slightly to the people at the long table without losing etiquette, and then limped out of the Dragon Bird Palace in the eyes of everyone with disgust.