The wedding-specific stage light instantly stabbed their eyes.

A white light.

This made their eyes hurt again and their movements stagnate.

And in this gap, more crossbow arrows poured out without mercy.

The leader and the others had no power to fight back, and they looked down on where the crossbow arrows were shot from.

He waved his sword angrily and fell into a pool of blood.

In a blink of an eye, nearly a hundred white-clothed enemies all fell to the ground.

The next second, the children of the Wumeng flashed, raised their swords and killed more than a dozen living people.

Blood all over the ground.

There was a hint of chill in the dark night, and even the fire in the distance could not be suppressed.

After a big victory in the battle, Yuan Qingyi was not at all happy, and his eyes were just on the enemy approaching the front door.

In his sight, Prince Gong led more than 3,000 people wrapped in chariots and came over with murderous aura.

Yuan Qingyi stood on the second floor, her pretty face changed.

She shouted in a deep voice: "Prince Gong, do you want to rebel in ignoring the orders of the king of the country?"

"It doesn't matter if I am carrying the name of rebellion for 80 million people."

"I don't go to hell, who goes to hell?"

Prince Gong was dressed in white, with a white cloth wrapped around his head, and his expression was firm:
Chapter completed!