Chapter 1222: tyrant

"I want to be Palace Master!"
"I want to be Palace Master!"
"I want to be Palace Master!"
...
While roaring, the seventh son pulled out and stabbed the sword in his hand, stabbed and pulled out, like crazy, but only after a while, he completely stabbed Jin Wudi's body into a body.
Sieve, bloody.
The children of the Jin family around, looking at all this, couldn't help being frightened.
"Seven brother, you are crazy!"
"Old Qi, how dare you kill your father?"
"You're dead this time, you dare to kill your father, God is not allowed!"
...
Those people screamed, screamed, and ran to the door one after another, but they had not had time to open the door. As soon as the door opened, the guards Yang Feng left outside were already quick
Break in and take them down.
Yang Feng smiled slightly, raised his hand and grabbed the wrist that was still poking at the seventh son, and muttered: "Palace Master, what should these people do?"
Palace Lord?
His body was slightly stagnant, and the seventh son stopped. He was a little excited about this new name. Then he looked at Yang Feng’s smile, and then looked at him.
The brothers and sisters who had already turned pale in fright, frowned deeply and hesitated.
"That... what do you think?"
"If they go out alive and roar with their big mouths, you will not be the Palace Master." The corner of his mouth curled up, and Yang Feng said very calmly.
The seventh son shook his body, and his eyes trembled.
When his brothers and sisters heard this, they turned pale with fright, and repeatedly kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Old Qi, let us go, we won't talk nonsense. What happened here today, we
I didn't see anything, really..."
"kill!"
Without waiting for them to continue, the seventh son waved his hand suddenly.
Sa!
But seeing a flash of cold light flashes, the heads of those four or five siblings are already rolling down to the ground.
There was no emotion in the eyes of the seventh son, and he said coldly: "No one can stop me from becoming Palace Master, huh!"
"Palace Lord Wise!"
Yang Feng grinned and praised like a demon.
At this moment, under Yang Feng's temptation, the Seventh Young Master, who had a bad brain, finally embarked on the road of no return to becoming a tyrant.
"Master Yang, what shall we do next?"
After a while, Seventh Young Master calmed down a bit, and looked at the corpses all over the floor. They were all blood relatives, and finally became a little frightened, so he asked Yang Feng for advice.
Yang Feng didn't panic, his eyes were full of confidence: "Don't worry, Palace Lord, you don't have to worry, everything will be arranged for you."
"Everything is Lord Lauyang!"
When the seventh son heard this, he was immediately grateful.
Yang Feng nodded slightly and smiled evilly.
Half an hour later, in the name of Seventh Young Master, Yang Feng controlled the flying spirit weapon of the Jin Family and summoned all the surviving family heads in Jinling Mansion here.
When everyone gathered in the hall, I saw that in the middle palace lord's throne seat, it was not Jin Wudi, but the Seventh Young Master who had long been abandoned.
Yang Feng stood beside him solemnly and shouted: "Patriarchs, there is an unfortunate news to inform you, Palace Master Jin... he is seriously injured and has passed away!"
"What, Palace Master Jin is dead?"
When everyone heard it, they looked at each other, and they started to be fully aware of all this.
But soon, Yang Feng shouted again, suppressing the murmur of everyone, and continued: "However, before his death, the seventh son was appointed as the next inheritor of Jinling Mansion.
By. I hope that everyone will continue to support the Seventh Master in the same way that they support Palace Master Jin and his elderly. "
Uh this...
All the people present did not express their position for a while. After all, they hadn’t heard any news about this decision in advance. Suddenly, Palace Lord Jin died and passed the seat to the seventh son.
It's too hasty.
After all, among the many children of the Jin family, the seventh son is not the best, even the bottom one, how could it be passed on to him?
"Why, are you unwilling to uphold the legacy of Palace Master Jin and his old man?"
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Yang Feng shouted coldly.
Everyone hesitated for a while, and an old man stepped forward and said: "We are not going to violate Palace Master Jin's last wish, but the matter is very big. When Palace Master left his death, are there other witnesses?
? The guards around the Palace Lord, and other young masters, where are they now? "
Well!
The body trembled, the seventh son was panicked.
Yang Feng glanced at the old man coldly, and shouted: "In the battle with Moyun Cave, Palace Lord Jin served as the example of our Jinling Mansion.
Enemy crowd. Except for the palace lord, whose old man remained half-sighed, he came back under cover and left his life, all the other princes and young ladies, as well as his close guards, have already died.
On the battlefield. "
What are they dead?
As soon as this remark came out, everyone present started to twitter again.
Although the battlefield was chaotic before, they didn't care to see how the Jin family was going, but it was too weird to die without a single one.
These third-rate families have escaped a lot.
"I ask one last time, are you going to violate Palace Master Jin's deathbed?"
In the end, Yang Feng saw that these people were still discussing, and suddenly shouted, clusters of imposing guards came out from all directions and surrounded them all.
Everyone was startled, and the noisy voice was instantly suppressed, and felt a very dangerous aura permeating this hall.
Even if they still don't understand the authenticity of this death, it doesn't matter anymore.
Obviously, it was time to stand in line, and Yang Feng was loyal to the Seventh Young Master, pushing him to be the palace lord, or standing in the opposition, and was banished.
Licking some dry lips, these Patriarchs pondered over and over again, the situation is better than others, there is no way, they all bowed and bowed together: "See Lord Palace!"
The seventh son was overjoyed and looked at Yang Feng excitedly. Yang Feng also smiled happily, a deep light flashing in his eyes.
In this way, the Seventh Young Master inherited the position of Jinling Mansion's palace chief outside, and returned to the Jinling Mansion home with a large number of people, happily Pidianer Pidianer along the way.
"Great, I finally become the palace lord, what do I want in the future, who dares to care about me? Hahaha... Lord Yang Bao, thanks to you this time, don’t worry, this palace lord will definitely
Reward you. "
"Palace Master is polite!"
Smiled and nodded, Yang Feng thought about it a little, and then said: "It's just that Palace Master, you are calling the position outside, and there are probably many people in the Palace who are dissatisfied with you. Especially your brothers and sisters.
, Each one has the qualification to inherit the palace lord. I am afraid that by then... it will become an unstable factor, and it will suddenly be against you someday. "
"Then kill them all, leave none!"
With cold eyes, Seventh Young Master said coldly: "I am the Palace Master now, no one can oppose me!"
"Yes, no one!"
The corner of his mouth curled up, and Yang Feng nodded with an evil face...