"Yes, yes," Huang Zhiyuan felt as if he had been granted Amnesty. He quickly summoned his flying sword and was about to leave.
Before he left, he remembered that his precious son was still lying dead on the ground, so he dragged him onto the flying sword like a dead dog.
"Lord Judge, this subordinate will take his leave first." One of the deacons saluted Huangfu qingjue and said.
"Let's go. Just report Kong fanglin's matter as it is. Also, Chuxi is my woman. Whoever goes against her will be going against me, Huangfu qingjue. " At this moment, Huangfu qingjue's face was filled with ruthlessness as he spoke in a powerful and resonating voice.
"Yes, your subordinate understands." A few deacons shivered at the same time. They looked at Ling Chuxi one more time before flying away with the others.
