Lulu's birthday (1)

Lu huaijiang had killed someone.

All the people from fusang in the great Zhou's post house, from top to bottom, washed the post house with blood.

The blood of the courier station flowed along the rain to the outside of the courtyard, dyeing the ground red.

The commoners who were originally kneeling outside the posthouse saw the Emperor carrying his sword and walking indifferently in the heavy rain. They swept their eyes over the crowd indifferently.

The people all shivered.

Everyone fell silent.

He had a strange intuition.

If they had said one more word, their heads would have fallen to the ground.

It was not until the Emperor got into the carriage step by step that the killing intent gradually dissipated. All the people sprawled on the ground, their faces full of fear.

Your Majesty, it seems like something has happened ... The aura of entering and exiting this door was completely different.