Master of the northern barbarians, mo su tianman!

Dragon Capital city!

The flames of war were everywhere, and blood was flowing.

Yun Yi's steps were unsteady as she slowly walked towards the substitute Prince in the distance. Every step she took, her heart would die a little.

Because she knew what she would face next.

Or become a toy.

Or become a puppet of authority!

Therefore, when she saw the substitute Prince reaching out to her impatiently, she could not help but close her eyes as if she had resigned herself to fate.

He closed his eyes!

It was a complete compromise!

At this moment, she heard a familiar voice,""If you touch a single hair on her head, this ye will kill your entire family and execute nine generations of your clan!"

The voice was neither loud nor soft, but it lingered between heaven and earth, entering everyone's ears without missing a word.

In that instant.

The substitute Emperor's outstretched hand froze, and everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice.