Songgu Xiong wanted to say something else, but Qin Xinglie stood there, raised his eyes, and a pair of red eyes swept across his face without emotion.

An indescribable fear suddenly rose from the heart of Songgu Xiong.

Songgu Xiong's whole body was cold, as if his blood had been frozen, and he couldn't even move his fingertips.

It was just like the feeling he had when he unexpectedly encountered a huge tiger while patrolling on a snowy night.

It is a kind of natural oppression, and it is the terrifying aura emitted by wild beasts of different species that have the upper hand when they stare at their prey.

It wasn't until those red eyes turned away that Song Guxiong found his breath again, and the hairs on his back had not subsided.

He also didn't pay attention at all. Zhong Ming, who was standing in front of him, was as stiff as an ice sculpture and his breathing was short, as if he was trapped in a nightmare.

Hearing the increasingly louder voices of the people watching, Song Guxiong slowly came to his senses and realized that the entire situation had changed.

"That's right, we can't let the prince keep being hacked by them without fighting back, right?"

"The prince gave them five blows, and one knife kills him. He can't even touch the prince, and he doesn't know his own strength. He insists on chasing the prince and cutting him. Isn't it right to die?"

"The Donghao people really think that our Da'an is their slave! Isn't it enough to give up five swords?"

"Continue if you can, let's see if the prince can kill you all!"

"Donghao is a beast, it wouldn't be a pity if all of them died!"

The people of Bei'an who were watching all started shouting and protesting against Qin Xinglie. Later, many people even clamored to kill all the Donghao envoys.

Seeing the raging public sentiment among the people in Beijing, Matsutani Xiong knew that he was now like sitting on a pile of firewood filled with oil. With just one word or movement, sparks erupted, and he and all the members of the mission would be burned to ashes.

He turned around and slapped the dumbfounded Zhong Ming hard across the face!

One slap was not enough to vent his anger and fear, so Matsugu Xiong slapped him from left to right more than ten times in a row until his palms ached with pain before he stopped.

Seeing that the onlookers were all attracted by his action and were no longer as angry as before, Song Guxiong felt a little calmer.

He took a deep breath and saluted deeply to Qin Xinglie and the people around him.

"Your Majesty King Li, all sages, before Xiaguan's mission this time, our king taught him face to face that the friendship between the two countries will remain unchanged for a hundred years. When Xiaguan came to Shangjing, his task was to sign a brotherly alliance with the Hao Kingdom to maintain friendship and good neighborliness from generation to generation.

constant."

"What happened today was just an accident and a misunderstanding. It was all because of his youth and ignorance, narrow-mindedness, and incompetent words and deeds that caused this accident!"

Songgu Xiong pointed at Zhong Ming, who was dejected and his face was swollen like a pig's head, and scolded him sternly, "Why don't you admit your mistake and apologize to Lord Li Wang?"

Zhong Ming held his head twice as big as before and stiffly bowed to Qin Xinglie. However, a bold man rushed up to him and kicked him on the butt, knocking him to the ground.

The person who kicked him turned around and got into the crowd, like a cunning fish, disappearing after three clicks.

The crowd of onlookers burst into cheers and laughter.

Zhong Ming lay on the ground and remained motionless for a long time.

"Isn't he dead?"

"Which child was naughty and kicked him just now?"

"A kick in the butt can kill you? I'm afraid it's not blackmail!"

"Let's go, don't look at it. So many people have died. If the government comes over, there will be no good fruits to eat..."

At the mention of the government office, within a short time, most of the crowd watching the excitement had dispersed.

The surrounding area became much quieter, and someone immediately heard a low cry.

"Who's crying?"

"It seems to be coming from the location of the dead people on the ground..."

The crying suddenly became louder, almost becoming a howl.

"It's the Donghao man who was beaten who is crying!"

"Ha, just now I thought he was so powerful and wanted to seek revenge from King Li, but now I'm scared to tears!"

"Coward, coward."

"The Donghao people are like this. They look fierce, but as long as it hurts, they will become useless!"

Songgu Xiong's expression changed, but looking at Qin Xinglie, who was still staring at them coldly with red eyes, he could only turn back and order in the end, "Go, help Zhong Ming up, and restrain the sacrificed warriors."

When a guard pulled Zhong Ming up with disgust on his face, Zhong Ming suddenly broke away from his hand and ran towards the crowd.

The crowd immediately made way for a passage, as if avoiding the plague, no one wanted to come into contact with him.

Zhong Ming was crying and running wildly, but someone suddenly stretched out a foot and tripped him.

He fell to the ground again, and his crying paused.

Listening to the ridicule coming from around him, Zhong Ming gritted his teeth and got up, covered his face and continued to run forward.

Songgu Xiong's face turned livid, and he asked a guard to chase him, and then personally led people to carry the dead guards back to the courtyard.

When he came out again, Qin Xinglie was already on his horse, looking down at him wearing a ghost mask.
Chapter completed!