Chapter 113: kill

Xiao Zhe couldn't help holding a handful of tears of sympathy for Yin Hui. This idiot actually said such words in the public, and it is estimated that his death date is approaching.

Although he was telling the truth, no one would dare to speak out in public—of course, not without it. It's just that those people were quickly punished, very severely punished.

Sure enough, just after Yin Hui said that within a short while, the crowd of onlookers was already raging, and some people who had just been afraid of his identity and did not dare to speak up also began to angrily accuse him.

"Stupid thing, I really sorrow for your father having a son like you." Xiao Zhe can be sure that the chancellor, Lord Earl is about to suffer, "but I'm not interested in this, you remember the last time Did I say anything to you?"

"Remember, remember..." Yin Hui's flushed face suddenly turned pale.

"Just remember!" The ice long sword in Xiao Zhe's hand condenses again, with a little cold light, "Remember to apologize to Zhang Daolin!"

"No, you can't kill me!" Yin Hui finally realized that he was going to be real. "This is on the street, I am a nobleman! You can't kill me!"

"Yes, well done! This is how you should deal with this second generation ancestor!"

"Master Magic, we support you!"

"Kill him, kill him!"

"Have you heard? This is public opinion!" Xiao Zhe pointed to the angry ordinary people and looked at Yin Hui jokingly, "You have been sentenced to death by public opinion!"

Yin Hui's face was as pale as a piece of white paper, and his lips clicked but made no sound.

Xiao Zhe's ears moved and his brows frowned. Because he heard a group of people galloping in the distance, coming in this direction.

After a while, the sound of horseshoes also reached here, and Yin Hui was instantly excited as if he had grasped the life-saving straw.

"My father, I am here!" He waved his hands desperately, hoping to attract the attention of these people, "Come and save me!"

He did it too, and a group of riders saw him and speeded up again.

Xiao Zhe squinted his eyes, and he had already seen that the head was a middle-aged man who was six or seven points similar to Yin Hui in appearance and dressed in a gorgeous robe.

This should be Yin Hui's father, Minister of Finance of the Violet Kingdom, and Lord Earl-Yin Mingyang.

The people onlookers also saw these horses and riders coming quickly, their enthusiasm was instantly extinguished, and one after another gave up the road.

There was a smirk at the corner of Xiao Zhe's mouth, and the ice sword in his hand was swung, bringing a silver light.

Yin Hui, who was cheering and cheering, stopped screaming as if his neck was pinched. He turned his head and looked at Xiao Zhe blankly. A line of blood between the neck suddenly appeared, and bright red blood slowly oozing out.

Then, his head tilted and it fell off his neck.

Xiao Zhe's sword was so fast that after cutting his neck, it could still remain the same for a while.

At this time, Yin Mingyang had just rushed to his son's side, seeing this scene, his liver and gallbladder were splitting. Quickly dismounted, holding Yin Hui's head:

"Son, my son!"

There was a heart-piercing cry from his mouth.

There was silence all around. Although the people onlookers hated Yin Hui's virtues, they couldn't think that Xiao Zhe was so bold and killed him in front of Yin Mingyang.