He suddenly fell to the ground, his hands and feet were broken, and the bones on his shoulders were also broken.

Flying down from the platform, his face hit the ground first, and countless sand and stones on the ground pierced directly into his head. The head suddenly turned into a blood gourd, and the red blood flowed out.

He was already overwhelmed.

Only the last consciousness is left, and the conditioned reflex is generally heavy breathing.

His eyes were slightly closed, and to this point, in his only remaining consciousness, there was only the face of the "emperor".

What a terrible face that was.

It's obviously calm, but it's intimidating.

Although his eyes are gentle, he seems to have endless murderous intent.

It is obvious that he speaks slowly, but it is like a talisman to urge death.

Countless guards, one by one, leaned over, opened their eyes wide, and surrounded him, with puzzling eyes. The eyes were all puzzled.

They really can't explain it.

This Tatar was so arrogant just now, but in a blink of an eye, he flew down.

People hold their breath and remain silent.

After silence.

Zhang Mao roared: "Kill the king, kill him without mercy!"

All of the guards suddenly became energetic.

Their eyes shone.

Is this a credit?

Don't care.

So, countless people whistled and cut off their swords and poked their spears hard.

The pupils suddenly contracted and expanded. In the unwilling eyes, it seemed like they were saying... come again?

Uh...

Even though he was about to die, he still let out a sad roar.

In a blink of an eye, countless swords and spears sank his body. The severe pain made him faint, but the pain made him unconscious, awakened by the pain, and then... fainted again.

final……

He suddenly died.

It is almost chopped for meat paste, which children cannot eat.

…………

Fang Jifan looked at the imperial guards under the Temple of Heaven with contempt. Seeing that these people were so excited that they wanted to make contributions. They really couldn't catch up with the heat.

There was a silence on the Temple of Heaven.

Leaders, look at me, I look at you.

Those who did not participate in the sudden plot to rebel breathed a sigh of relief, but what followed was fear. They bowed and didn't know what to do.

The official of the ceremony was frightened and suddenly remembered his duties. He pushed the pen, held the bamboo board in his hand, and continued to record.

Those who colluded with the sudden collusion had their faces and faces as if dead. They had already retreated to the leaders and knelt down tremblingly.

Wang Shouren lowered his head, bent down, picked up the sunglasses that had just been taken off.

The sunglasses followed, blocking his calm eyes.

He sighed.

Wang Shouren mutated again.

Just like Ultraman.

From seeking the Tao to enlightenment, and after experiencing countless storms, he realized it again.

This is the benefit of being diligent in thinking.

A person who knows how to think has endless thinking. He will always climb to one peak of thought after another. Standing at the peak is like standing on this Temple of Heaven, looking at the countless beings below the peak, Wang Shouren has no sharpness or pity for the people, but just a sigh.

Then, dozens of leaders were reflected on the pair of sunglasses.

He took his hands behind his back and stepped forward: "There are seven or eight people just now, why don't you go together?"

If seven or eight people beat one, according to rational calculations, there is a chance.

But……

The chiefs and chiefs kneeling on the ground felt that their feet were a little soft and could not stand up, and they didn't want to stand up. Kneeling like this makes them feel safe...

Even if there was a chance to fight for the desperate situation, they had no idea of ​​fighting in front of the 'emperor'. They kowtowed like garlic: "I'm dead, I dare not!"

"You missed the opportunity." Wang Shouren smiled, looking indifferent: "I usually can only fight five at a time, and no matter how many, I can't stand it."

Fang Jifan stood aside, wondering what monster he had taught. It turns out that at this time, you are still insulting the IQ of these Tatars.

The chiefs and chiefs only felt their souls scattered and cried: "I never dared it anymore. It was a sudden dog thief who was bold and reckless... We will kill his tribe and vent our anger for His Majesty."

The 'Emperor' smiled pursed his lips and said kindly: "Swear it, it's not too early, I'm in a hurry."

Alliance...Swear...

The complicated etiquette begins.

Although everyone's mind is not on this etiquette.

But when the gift ended and dozens of leaders and chiefs shouted long live the Ming Emperor and the Supreme Khan, countless officials and guards under the Temple of Heaven cheered.

That scene just now really shocked too many people.

Xie Qian and Ma Wensheng showed unbelievable expressions.

They could not imagine that His Majesty could easily kill a Tatar.

If you want to explain, the only explanation may be... The son of heaven is ordered by heaven and will be blessed by heaven!

People cheered and shouted with conscience.

This sound of long live breaks through the sky.

Fang Jifan breathed a long sigh of relief.

At the feet, the leaders knelt, their eyes turning from timidity to awe. They looked carefully at the Emperor Ming, the Supreme Khan.

At this time, no one remembered what was related to Genghis Khan in his bones and blood.

"It's not too early, I'm short of it, I'm ready to go!"

Wang Shouren was unwilling to stay for too long, and his mission only prompted the successful end of this gift.

The leaders were still kneeling. Wang Shouren took a step, and they all said, "I wish to serve the Supreme Khan after death."

Wang Shouren looked back at them: "When you have conspired with the sudden conspiracy, go to Datong tomorrow and receive the crime. The rest of the people are here to wait for their appointment."

The leaders had no idea anymore. Some were trembling in their hearts, while others were convinced: "Yes."

Wang Shouren got off the high platform, and Fang Jifan also followed.

Who knew that the ritual official, holding a bamboo slip and a pen in his hand, ran faster? Maybe what else would His Majesty have to explain when he was down the high platform?

This is a historic moment, and it must be recorded and may be discussed in the future.

Fang Jifan pushed him aside: "Get out!"

The official of the ritual really wanted to say, "What's wrong with you? Is it reasonable, but when he glanced at Fang Jifan, he said something to the point of his mouth, swallowed it back with a little resentment in his eyes. Fang Jifan was already rushing and chasing him."

For Wang Shouren, he has come into contact with too many people.

Liu Jin was very clever and asked someone to prepare the imperial carriage under the platform, shouting: "Your Majesty was assassinated, and now he is in discomfort. Wenwu and the guards retreat, don't disturb Your Majesty."

Wang Shouren got off the platform and got into the imperial carriage. The carriage and horse set off immediately without stopping at all, and hurried towards Datong.

Other people and things.

Now it is not something that Wang Shouren can make the decision.

After all, he is a fake emperor, so it would be best if he can make no decision here.

Even those abrupt accomplices, he just asked them to join Datong to apologize. As for how to deal with it, it was all about Emperor Hongzhi's business.

Now, there will be someone to clean up the chicken feathers in this place.

The imperial carriage returned in a hurry and soon arrived in Datong.

Along the way, all the entourages were talking.

The leaders of various tribes who remained near the Temple of Heaven were silent.

Today... they finally understood why the Ming Dynasty always beat the desert every now and then.

It turns out that the emperors of the Ming Dynasty are more cruel than the other.
To be continued...