Night, in the palace.

Zhuge Feifei squinted at the forged jade sword on the table and his teeth creaked.

"Sacred, according to slaves, maybe, maybe, the descendants of the Dans really hit the big luck!" The eunuch's chief executive, Andrhai, stood behind the emperor and his legs shook a little unnaturally.

Zhuge Fei took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress his anger and said coldly, "This descendant of Danjia must be killed!"

Andrs body shivered slightly, accompanied by the king like a tiger, he knew this truth, so in the case of the emperor's anger, Andrs always said and acted cautiously, even breathed cautiously.

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