Chapter 130 Crispy Chicken Flavor
The wind stops and people are quiet.
The sound of "whispering" stopped abruptly, as if someone had pressed the pause button.
At the same time, all the sounds in front of the main hall square, as if agreed, disappeared at this moment.
Lin Yuan's words fell into everyone's ears, causing everyone to look at each other in confusion.
"What is that man talking about?"
The people sitting down murmured curiously, and the doubtful sound was like a dandelion, falling and disappearing.
But they are just ordinary people, how can they understand this.
On the other side, the emperor, who had just been beaten dizzy by Lin Yuan, suddenly became sober in his chaotic brain when he heard his words.
"You...what did you say..."
"I...I don't know."
The emperor was stunned for a second, but he didn't expect that what he was hiding would be seen through by the young man in front of him at a glance.
This person is not simple!
After coming to this conclusion, he thought of the master behind him, his terrifying strength and cruel methods...
The emperor's body lying on the ground shook and trembled, but he couldn't say a word.
Lin Yuan stared at him and saw the fear in the emperor's heart. It seemed that this guy had someone hiding in his heart, which proved that his guess was definitely correct.
I really don’t know, what else could be involved?
He was a little excited, which was in sharp contrast to the emperor's fear.
The people standing behind them who did not dare to move looked at this strange scene, and no one knew what happened.
In the square of the main hall, the eighteenth prince who had been unconscious and lying in a pool of blood gradually woke up.
He glanced around weakly.
The familiar guards...and the father's Jiangshan Palace...
It's my father!
It was his father who came to save him!
The eighteenth prince endured the pain, opened his mouth, and pointed hoarsely at the person closest to him.
"Why are you still standing there? Help... help me get up."
The eighteenth prince's voice was very weak and intermittent, as if he would die in the next second.
The man chosen by the Eighteenth Prince looked around nervously, hesitated in place for a long time, then touched a few people around him with his elbows, and was about to step out together to pull the Eighteenth Prince back.
But just when they took the first step, they felt a cold light falling on them.
Everyone looked up to find the source of their sight, and found that the person was a woman who had been standing next to Lin Yuan and had never spoken a word.
They thought that only the man was a tough guy, but they never thought that the woman who had never spoken a word was also a tough guy.
Luo Qinghan just looked at those people quietly, and those people took their steps back very wisely, and no longer dared to look at the eighteenth prince again.
"You...what are you doing?!"
The eighteenth prince was so tired that he almost closed his eyes, but when he saw that group of ignorant slaves, they actually left him alone, and no matter how weak their body was, they could hold up the burning anger.
Everyone said nothing and did not dare to speak.
The eighteenth prince really had nowhere to vent his anger.
"Father!"
"Father!"
He really couldn't stand it anymore and directly used his trump card.
However, just when he wanted to change his position and lie on the ground, waiting for his father to come and save him, he saw the scene on the other side.
His father was actually slapped by that unruly man? !
"I……"
The eighteenth prince couldn't accept the facts before him and fainted from anger again.
His movement naturally attracted both Lin Yuan and the Emperor. However, the Emperor himself could not protect himself now. How could he care about his son lying on the ground?
Lin Yuan increased the strength in his hands.
"Say?"
The emperor shook his head, gritted his teeth, and said nothing.
Seeing that his attitude was very decisive, Lin Yuan just smiled lightly and simply sat down slowly beside the emperor.
"fine."
"If you don't say anything now, I have plenty of ways to make you spit it out."
When the emperor saw the smile on Lin Yuan's face, his heart suddenly sank, and a bad premonition came to his mind.
The next second, Lin Yuan covered his hand, and a black thing appeared in his palm.
The emperor glanced curiously, but did not see Lin Yuan's intention.
But when the black thing burned red, the emperor immediately understood Lin Yuan's intention.
The smell of rust lingered on the tip of his nose, and from time to time there were sparks and rustling sounds on the red black iron.
The iron stars exploded out and hit the emperor's face, causing him another burst of pain.
Lin Yuan shook the iron brand in his hand in front of the emperor.
"Say?"
The emperor took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
"Very good, you have some backbone!"
There was some approval in Lin Yuan's eyes. Seeing the spiritual energy on the emperor's body quietly attached to his body, he smiled evilly and also injected a spiritual energy, forcing him to retreat from his small movements.
Before the emperor could frown, the iron brand had already fallen on him.
Zila——
After the red black iron came into contact with his skin, a violent reaction occurred quickly.
A thick smoke rose lightly from the iron brand, mixed with the smell of burnt meat.
呲——
The red color on the black iron gradually faded away, until the red color returned to the original deep black, and then the sound and fragrance disappeared.
Lin Yuan lifted the iron iron and saw that the burnt surface was still soaked with gurgling blood. He was quite satisfied with his first "cooking skills".
This medium rare is just right.
A Maillard reaction occurred on the surface, tightly locking in moisture, and underneath the browned meat, there was still primitive wildness hidden.
"good."
The emperor didn't understand what Lin Yuan meant, but he felt that the burned area on his body was really unbearable.
Originally, he wanted to use spiritual protection to survive this punishment.
Who knew that Lin Yuan would discover his little thoughts and block all his spiritual energy, so that he could only resist...
However, before the last pain had time to heal, Lin Yuan directly added a few more cuts to the basic wounds.
The Emperor grunted in pain several times, and the cold sweat on his forehead quickly seeped out, slid down his trembling face, and finally fell on the corner of his mouth.
The bitter and salty cold sweat was like the jumping action of the knife on the wound, irritating his nerves, and the pain directly hit his soul.
Lin Yuan used the dragon scale knife to insert his masterpiece. He first admired it himself, and then handed the work to the owner who created it.
"How's it going? Not bad, right?"
