Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

Monsoon smoke took those wanted notices, one by one, and she felt familiar with the faces on those wanted notices. Many of them are important officials of China. Among them, monsoon smoke even saw the wanted notices about the red blood brigade, on which Meng Fusheng's portrait was drawn by stabbing.

The monsoon smoke pulled out a few of them and threw them in front of them and said, "these people are dead."

Most of the people who were smoked by the monsoon smoke followed Gong Qiang at the beginning. They had been cut off by the monsoon smoke in the previous battles.

"And the others?" People don't care. The dead in Xiaoyao valley are normal. If they die, they don't get tangled. But if they live, they must come back.

The monsoon smoke raised his eyebrows and looked at the people who were looking forward to it. Suddenly, he put the thick stack of wanted notices in his hand slightly. The stack of wanted notices was swallowed by a fire in an instant and turned into ashes in the eyes of all the people.

At the moment, everyone's face is a little ugly.

"Emperor of China, what are you doing?"

Monsoon smoke slightly raised his chin, the corner of his mouth raised a haughty sneer.

"These people are all the people of China. Who gave you the courage to let me hand over the people of my own country?"

No one expected that monsoon smoke would refuse to hand over the prisoners, and the faces of all the people who came to beg for help sank immediately.

"Emperor of China, do you really want to be our enemy for these people?"

China is just a small country that has just been established. Apart from the place of Xiaoyao Valley, it has no territory. They have made a special investigation before. The total number of all the people in China is not even as large as their own army. Such a country, where is the courage to confront so many countries.

But

The monsoon smoke didn't have any meaning of opening at all. Her eyes suddenly flashed a chill. In an instant, her fingertips flicked slightly, and a cold light suddenly flew out of her.

They didn't have time to react to what happened. They just felt a sharp pain in their knees. A group of people, who were still aggressive, suddenly felt their legs soft. They knelt in front of the monsoon smoke.

The crisp kneeling of that sound reverberated in the hall.

This sudden change, let the public unexpected, they subconsciously want to stand up, but the legs are like completely do not listen to the general, dead in the hard floor, a little bit of intention to get up, knee pain will suddenly surge, not enough to blink of an eye, many people have been suffering from a cold sweat.

Just as they were all chilly by all the shocks in front of them, the sound of monsoon smoke with a slight chill came into their ears.

"Has your king not told you the manner in which he ought to be treated?"

The voice entered the ear, as if with a slight coolness. The people subconsciously raised their heads, and suddenly saw that the monsoon smoke, which had been sitting on the chair, had not known when she had stood up. Her originally small body suddenly rose up in front of the kneeling people.

"I don't mind if I don't know the rules. Instead of your emperors, I'll teach you what rules are." The corner of the mouth of the monsoon smoke is blooming with a cold smile.