The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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At that time, Xiji was already used to hearing such things. Hearing this, he was just slightly stunned, then picked up the child's small bowl and continued to feed the baby who could eat.

Chapter 184 Persuasion

The Night King did not keep the murder of King Ji a secret, and he did not intend to hide it.

Therefore, this matter soon reached the ears of the King of Qi.

Upon hearing the news, the King of Qi was furious and smashed everything in the palace to pieces.

It's absurd, it's absurd, Ye Lin doesn't even take me seriously. After throwing all the things, the King of Qi sat in the ruins, panting, and said angrily.

The palace servants beside him were all silent, not daring to offend him at this time.

Just when the palace was dead silent and seemed unusually quiet, suddenly an urgent report came from outside the palace.

The King of Qi looked at the report with a colder and colder look in his eyes, and finally threw the letter to the ground. He looked ahead with a gloomy look, as if he could see someone not far away, and finally gritted his teeth and said: Good, very good!

Soon, he suddenly calmed down, stared at the thing he threw on the ground, and said to the silent palace servant beside him: Go and invite King Cheng.

yes.

Watching the palace servants hurriedly leaving, the King of Qi thought gloomily that compared to the two drunkards, the King of Xiang and the King of Ji, the King of Cheng was a real man with military merits. He was also the strongest among the princes. If the two of them joined forces, he didn't believe they couldn't take down the Night King.

At this time, the King of Qi no longer cared whether he would cultivate a strong opponent if he joined forces with the King of Cheng to destroy the Night King. He just wanted to destroy the Night King first.

Xiji sat in the room, feeling a little worried.

He knew that King Ji was dead, and the Night King was now leading his army to King Ji's territory, hoping to take over their territory. He could see the Night King's ambition and knew what he was going to do in the end. It was just a little strange, because the Night King was not like this before. Why did he love war so much now?

When Xiji thought of the war, he thought of the displaced people. The throne of the superior must be built on the bones of the people. Thinking of this, Xiji felt a little uncomfortable.

Wan Lian looked at Xiji, who had been frowning for several days. She knew why he was worried, but she didn't know how to persuade him. Finally, she took a look at his bulging belly, gritted her teeth, called the little maid who followed her over, and whispered a few words to her. She watched the little maid walk away quickly, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he took the snacks brought by the servant and placed them in front of him.

Sir, this is some freshly made pastry by the chef. Would you like to try it?

Xiji looked at the pastries in front of him that were decorated like works of art, shook his head and refused: I don’t want to eat it now.

Seeing this, Wan Lian no longer forced him. She just put the pastries aside and prepared to give them to him when he wanted to eat.

Just when Xiji was confused and couldn't figure out a clue, someone came to visit outside the door. When he heard that the people were Luyin and Bijiang, he was a little surprised at first, and then he quickly asked someone to invite them in.