Chapter 1539: Punch and kick

However, the king still roared, "Let go of this king, let go of this king..."
Dare to claim to be the king in front of me? Ye Chen's eyes chilled. This old ghost thousands of years ago is estimated to have been in the eighteenth floor of for too long. His mind is already stupid.
Dare to shout in front of him, has he not yet noticed the gap between him and him? It's really ridiculous.
"King King?" Ye Chen coldly snorted twice: "You were cruel and tyrannical thousands of years ago. I didn't expect that after so many years of death, I would dare to do something in the local government!"
The king suppressed his own spooky spirits, but he also lowered the two points, "Who are you really? Why do you want to fight against this king!?"
"Who am I, you will know soon, and now...you should pay for what you do."
After Ye Chen finished speaking, as soon as he raised his hand, King Wang disappeared into the study. At the same time, the death broadcast room of Douyu Live was opened again, and countless fans poured in in an instant.
The screen lights up slightly, and a few lines of subtitles appear in the screen:
King Wang, male, unknown age, the last king of the Shang Dynasty.
Crime: Faint and innocent, framed Zhongliang, killed countless Limin people...
Seeing the subtitles, the fans were immediately excited, and the barrage brushed like running water.
"I'm going. When I'm drunk, I don't support the wall, so I serve the boss of the judge! That's too awesome, even the role of King can be tried!"
"It's no big deal. Qin Shihuang is still an emperor, and he's not the same as the judge's boss."
"No, hasn't this King King been dead for many years? And, isn't he on the God List?"
"Who knows whether Feng Shenbang is true or false, just watch the live broadcast quietly, anyway, the boss of the judge will not pit us."
When the picture was completely lit up, the hustle and bustle of human voices also passed into the ears of countless fans.
An ancient street, people dressed up during the Shang and Zhou screams.
This is a lively bazaar. King Wang is wearing a Chinese costume and standing blankly in a lively place. Among the many ordinary people, he looks particularly conspicuous.
After a while, he reacted, listening to the human language in his ear, his face suddenly angered, "I wait for Diaomin! Not to kneel after seeing this king!"
His anger scolded the people who didn't care about him, and focused his attention on him, but everyone's eyes were confused.
They don't know what king this person is in front of them. In their hearts, this is just an inexplicable person.
After the quiet market was quiet for a while, the hustle and bustle resumed again, and no one cared about him.
King Wang was furious, and he was still immersed in his supreme power, unable to extricate himself.
"Bold!" He was so angry that he grabbed a people beside him. "You dare to be so disrespectful to this king!"
The person caught by King Wang looked at him with the same eyes as an idiot, and pushed away King Wang's hand with one hand, "Sick!"
The king was stunned for a moment, his face gloomy, "Diao Min, what are you talking about?"
He had already started to kill, and when he was planning to mobilize himself, he only realized that he had no strength at all.
The people broke free of his hand and walked away scolding, but King Wang felt that his heart seemed to be blown up.
He has never suffered any grievances for thousands of years. Even at the moment of death, he died by self-immolation and has never suffered such anger.
But at this time, he was so humiliated by a flat-headed man, and he had no choice.
It was too painful for him.
Ye Chen looked at the king on the screen and sneered involuntarily, thinking that this kind of powerful people, for them, the most unbearable is not the physical torture.
It is to let this kind of person fall from a high position to the bottom of the valley. The pain caused by this kind of mental torture is the most unbearable for him.
"Ah!" King Wang roared, his eyes flushed, and looked at the people in the whole market. He said angrily: "I want you to die...I want you all to die! I want to kill you..."
All the people in the whole market looked at the king with a very surprised look.
King Wang was so angry that he grabbed a man standing in front of him and waved his fist.
The man had no preparation and was suddenly hit by his king in the nose. With pain, he screamed and crouched down.
The man standing next to him seemed to be his friend, and said to King Wang: "Hey, what's going on with you? Why did you hit someone?"
The king yelled violently and slammed it out again. At this time, people were already prepared, but instead he knocked the king down on the ground.
At this time, King Wang was just an ordinary person, and even his physical quality was not as good as that of ordinary people.
"This is crazy and not only beats people but also kills us all..."
"Fight him..."
"Yes, beat him, kill him..."
The king looked at the people who had gradually surrounded him, and finally panicked. At this time, he realized that he was not the king of the Yin Shang, nor the ghost emperor who was afraid of even the king. He is here now, just an ordinary It can't be just ordinary people.
So many people are facing him at the same time, he will be the opponent of so many people.
He was kicked, and after falling to the ground, he could no longer stand.
Countless people's punches and kicks made the king very uncomfortable. These people used to be just ants in his eyes. He didn't care about their lives at all.
But now, these ants that he didn't care about before, are now looking down upon him from the top. The physical pain, King Wang can not care.
But this huge pain that extends from the physical to the mental is difficult for him to bear.
"Ah..." King Wang shouted like he was crazy. He stood up and stood up, but he fell to the ground again after a while.
There are too many people... too many people... countless people are spitting him, and the screams and fists are like swords, piercing his heart.
Then he cut his heart one knife after another, unbearable and helpless.
After a long time, the people who besieged him gradually dispersed.
King Wang, lying on the ground like a dead dog.
With a dying breath, it seemed likely to die at any time.
Ye Chen looked at all this indifferently, but it just broke the psychological defense line of King Yu, and there were countless things that he needed to do. ..
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