Chapter 296

Xia Wan'an shook her head and spoke to Jia Nanfeng with her real identity for the first time:

"What qualifications do people like you have to ask me to promise you something, and one request or two things."

Jia Nanfeng felt even more desperate when he heard the speech. Tears poured out of his eyes and begged:

"Xia Wan'an, I admit that I'm really sorry for you and your mother. You should take revenge on me now, but the gratitude and resentment between us has nothing to do with others. If you have any resentment, just rush at me. Don't involve Xia Qi and Jiang Yin. What's more, they are still your brother and sister in name!"

Xia Wan'an sneered: "your son and daughter deserve to be loved, so I'm not worth it, am I?"

"When you encouraged my father to put my mother in the cold, did my mother beg you not to involve me, and what did you do?"

"It's none of my business!" Jia Nanfeng tried to explain: "it's not my intention to put you and Su Feng in the cold together. You can't count this account on me!"

"Your Majesty didn't like your mother back then. It was all because of your grandfather that your Majesty was forced to make su Feng queen..."

"Shut up."

Xia Wan'an interrupted her: "I'm not interested in knowing the previous things. Now I just want to figure out all the grievances with you. Don't take chances. I can't let go of you, Xia Jiangyin, Xia Qi and even your father Jia Youde."

"You... You are cruel!"

Jia Nanfeng burst into tears. He has never felt so desperate for a moment like now.

"Then you can always help your father!" she suddenly shouted.

"Xia kingdom is now facing the crisis of subjugation. Your strength is so strong. With your help, your majesty will be able to tide over this crisis!"

"You don't have to worry about my father." Xia Wan'an said coldly.

"I will naturally give him a decent way to die. At least, it will be much more decent than you."

"You want to kill your father?"

Jia Nanfeng stared with round eyes.

She knew that Xia Wan'an would make a scene to vent her grievances, but she didn't expect her mind to be so vicious.

Xia Wan'an didn't speak. She was neither sure nor denied.

"As the head of the harem, I'm nominally your mother. You killed your mother, father, brother and sister. You lost all conscience and wasted your reputation as a person. I'll fight with you!"

Jia Nanfeng's expression gradually changed from despair to anger. He roared and bumped into Xia Wan'an. He only hoped that she could give herself a pleasure under her subconscious counterattack and not torture and humiliate herself too much.

Unfortunately, her abacus is empty.

Xia Wan'an's jade hand gently explored, easily grabbed her neck and lifted her up in the air.

Looking at each other's painful struggle, she said word by word: "you are in vain."

"Soul searching, Dharma."

"Boom!"

Xia Wan'an doesn't want to get Jia Nanfeng's memory, but uses the soul searching method to erase her soul inch by inch. The pain of soul crushing is far more painful than lingchi, and it will completely destroy Jia Nanfeng's soul, even the hope of reincarnation.

"Ah ah ah!"

The scream of pain resounded through the heart nourishing hall. It was very sad and harsh. It didn't stop until a long time later.

Xia Wan'an threw away the cold body in her hand, just like throwing away garbage.

She originally thought that she would be very happy when she finished avenging Jia Nanfeng, but now Jia Nanfeng has died in her hands. She doesn't have the feeling of happiness, but her heart is empty.

From today on, there is no enemy in the world that can make her hate to her bones.

After being alone in the heart nourishing hall for a while, when her mood calmed down a little, Xia Wan'an waved, put away the spirit mask, and jumped out of the heart nourishing hall.

Xia Di and others saw her leaving figure, as if they were aware of something, and rushed into the heart nourishing hall.

Jia Nanfeng was lying alone on the cold floor tiles, his eyes closed, and his expression was ferocious and painful. It seemed that he had suffered some inhuman torture before he died.

"South wind..."

Xia Qingshan moaned and hurried forward to hold his queen tightly. Tears burst out of his eyes.

"Nanfeng, I'm sorry for you. I can't protect you..."

"Who did I provoke and why did I do this to me?"

The Royal worshippers stood silently beside them. They could quite understand Xia Qingshan's despair that the buildings were falling on all sides at this time. The mysterious man who killed the queen could not be provoked by their countless moves of the Xia Dynasty.

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After flying out of the heart nourishing hall, Xia Wan'an did not leave the palace immediately, but went to Yichuan palace where Xia Qi was located.

When she arrived, Xia Qi was shivering under the bed with a group of palace maids for fear that the assassin would kill the door.

Xia Wan'an didn't hate Xia Qi very much, so she didn't torture her as much as her mother did. She just slapped her lightly. As for those palace maids, she didn't hurt any of them.

Then she went to the east palace where Xia Jiangyin lived, but this time she was empty.

Xia Jiangyin was killed by the group of people in black earlier. At this time, his head was separated and fell in a pool of blood. Xia Wan'an didn't need to do it again.

So far, tonight's Revenge night is completely over. Xia Wan'an has no one to kill and leaves the palace alone, just as she was alone when she came.

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A red sun rises slowly, and the night is as bright as the day.

Emperor Zhou, Emperor Qin, Emperor Qi and Emperor Han all sat in the imperial book room of the imperial palace of the great Zhou Dynasty. This picture is unprecedented in cangxuan continent.

However, even on the occasion when the four emperors gathered together, a skinny middle-aged man with a covered face sat on the throne. He looked out of the window and remained silent.

The atmosphere of the whole imperial study was silent with the silence of the masked man, and the breath of everyone was clear and audible.

I don't know how long it was silent. Suddenly, a black eagle fluttered its wings and flew past the window. The body of a Zhou Dynasty worshipper shook and disappeared in place. When he appeared again, the black eagle had been caught in his hand.

He took down the letter box on the black eagle's leg and presented it to the masked man on the throne: "immortal, this is the information from the detailed work we installed in the Daxia palace."

When the four emperors heard the speech, their breathing rhythm suddenly became unstable. They knew that if the plan was successful last night, there would be no need for the eagle to send a message, because the Royal worship they sent would come back with the head of the Xia emperor to reply.

Now the Royal worshippers have not come back, but only a carefully written letter. Isn't it a side indication that the plan has failed?

The masked man reached for the letterhead and spread the letters in front of him.

After a while, he said slowly:

"Decapitation failed."

"What?"

"How could it fail? Our four emperors clearly sent so many offerings!"

The four emperors were not calm, and there was an uproar.