Qihuang

He was thrown against the bronze city gate, and with a muffled grunt, he hit the ground.

Ironically, Wu Hongsheng did not land on the dusty ground, but on the cloak he had thrown down earlier.

Wu Hongsheng: "..."

Yan Liao stepped on this bright yellow cloak, his knife rested on Wu Hongcheng's neck, the fire in his eyes was a chilling killing intent.He said word by word: "Bastard, hand over Wu Hai!"

Wu Hongsheng was taken aback for a moment, and then burst out laughing. Looking at King Yan's handsome face, he smiled wickedly: "Do you want to see Wu Hai?"

Yan Liao didn't have the heart to talk nonsense with him, the knife approached another centimeter, and Wu Hongsheng saw a trace of blood on his neck.

Wu Hongsheng felt the pain, but it didn't make him panic. He held the trump card of safety in his hand, and he was confident: "If I die, then you will never see Wu Hai again in this life."

Yan Liao hated people to threaten him the most in his life, but at this moment he didn't dare to gamble with Wu Hai's life. With the veins on the back of his hand, he stared at Wu Hongcheng viciously, and put away the knife.

Wu Hongsheng got up from the cloak, laughed and said: "It turns out that King Yan is also a human being, not a god, and he can't pass the word of love after all! But do you know that the person you love is actually something!"