Wanyue shook off the blood on the scimitar, and immediately, the blood drops on the blade were thrown onto the master's throne, staining the gold dust cover that was originally used to protect the throne.
At this moment, the entire hall was silent, and even the other purple-robed slaves did not dare to come up.
The housekeeper knelt on the ground trembling, and said in fear: "The master...just called me...he, he said..."
Having said this, he fell to the ground in panic and fear, unable to make a sound.
Nathan Xiao kicked the head of the Sc*m Zhao Taiwu. To be honest, he didn't feel sorry at all that Zhao Taiwu was dead. He had heard countless stories about Zhao Taiwu's unscrupulous evil deeds. This man was so arrogant that he wanted to take advantage of the master's absence to become the king. If he were still alive, who knows how many innocent people would die in his hands in the future.
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