Chapter 2789

However, no matter how much Luke yelled this time, George had no life anymore.

Feng Shen had already dealt with the two Paul's guards at this time, and immediately rushed over when he heard the sound.

He reached out and touched George's neck, and after more than ten seconds of silence, he looked at Luke with a sad face, "The prince, the king, has already gone, please forgive me."

"No, how is this possible? He was still talking to me just now!" Luke couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed Feng Shen's hand and asked repeatedly, "Aren't you a miracle doctor? I ordered you to cure him, he must be cured !"

Feng Shen knew that Luke couldn't accept the emotional agitation caused by it, so without saying anything, he gently broke away from Luke's shackles, and silently retreated out of the room.

After all, the king's new funeral should allow time for Luke to grieve.

There are some pains that can only be shouted out after closing the door...

After Feng Chen left, Luke, who still couldn't accept George's death, vented all his anger on Paul.

He picked up his blood-stained knife from the ground, strode towards Paul, and said in a very sinister voice, "It was you, you killed my father, right?!"

Paul has been in country K for many years, and he has never been afraid of anyone, not even the old king.

Now facing Luke, who was full of hostility, Paul felt his heart tremble.

He shrank back clutching his broken arm, begging for mercy repeatedly, "Luke, calm down, your father died of a serious illness for many years, and it has nothing to do with me."

"It has nothing to do with you? Are you sure it has nothing to do with you?!" Luke raised the sharp weapon in his hand, and he couldn't help but slash towards Paul. Tang, Mian has been sick for many years? If you hadn't forced the palace to rebel, he would have been so angry that he died on the spot?!"

"You are the real devil, bastard! It's not enough to appease my anger without killing you!"

"Not only you are going to die, but your whole family must be buried with my father!"

Following Luke's questioning, the sharp weapon he was waving slashed down on Paul's body, bringing up countless streams of blood mist.

The bruises all over his body made Paul careless of his head and feet in pain, but he couldn't beg for mercy, he could only wait patiently for Luke to get angry at him.

The moment Luke cut off his own arm, Paul already knew that what awaited him was a fiasco.

Now if he can survive Luke's anger, he has hope to save his family; otherwise, the whole family will be executed!

Luke stabbed Paul more than 30 times, each time avoiding the vital position, making Paul's body bloody and painful, but he did not die on the spot.

Seeing that Luke's anger subsided a little, Paul knelt down on the ground, ignoring the blood stains all over his body, and repeatedly begged for mercy, "Luke, you will be the new king in no time, and I don't need your forgiveness for my unforgivable sin. Please spare my wife and children, please, I kowtow to you."

"Hmph!" Luke threw the blood-stained knife heavily in front of Paul, his voice still filled with uncontrollable hostility, "You have done so many bad things to us, now just let me let you go just because you want to beg for mercy." Forgot about you, forgot how you hurt me? Tell you, it's impossible!"

"I beg you to let my wife and children go. Your father just said that you have to be forgiving and forgiving." Paul kowtowed in embarrassment, just to ask for Luke's forgiveness, "Please see For the sake of our blood, let my wife and children go, please Luke."

"Shut up!" Luke turned around sharply, stepped on Paul's bloody palm, and crushed it hard, "You think you can get away with being miserable? Dreaming! I will think of you whenever I see you Give Xing'er a stab in the chest, and I will never let you go in this life!"

Trembling, Paul pulled out a hand and picked up the knife thrown away by Luke, "This is a debt I owe, I will pay it back, and I will give you my life back!"

As he spoke, Paul raised the knife and stabbed it into his heart.

"puff!"

The steel knife pierced into the flesh and made a dull sound. Luke turned his head and saw the scene of Paul self-harming.

It seems that Paul already knew that he would be tortured even if he was alive. This time he stabbed himself with a brave steel knife, leaving only the handle of the knife outside.

Luke frowned slightly in disgust, "Death is easy, but living to redeem your sins is the hardest thing. If you can't die this time, wait until I have exhausted the punishment on you before considering whether to deal with your wife and children!"

The great disappointment coupled with the colic in his heart made Paul unable to hold on anymore, staggered and fell to the ground and passed out.

Luke glanced at him in disgust, strode out of the room, and then ordered the guards outside the door, "Press Paul down for me, let the genius doctor Feng Chen treat him, and never allow him to die! Then announce to the whole country, for the king Prepare for a grand funeral."

The guard nodded in response, "Yes!"

Luke strode towards his previous bedroom, his footsteps were extremely hurried.

Now he is immersed in the grief of losing a loved one, and urgently needs intimate comfort.

And now the one who can comfort him is Yi Xing who is about to wake up, his favorite Xing'er!

The side hall was quiet, with a faint light on. This was the bedroom where Prince Luke lived before.

There was a girl lying quietly on the bed in the bedroom, it was Lingxi who was snatched by Ji Feiluan before!

Of course, the current Ji Feiluan has long since ceased to exist, only Luke, the new king who is about to ascend the throne of Country K, remains.

But Lingxi didn't know anything about it, and just fell asleep in such a daze, completely unaware of what happened outside.

With the slight breeze blowing in the night, her fan-like eyelashes fluttered once, and then again, she might wake up at any time.

"Squeak—"

The heavy door was pushed open, and Luke walked in with the chill of the night.

Originally, his face was full of solemn expressions, but when he cast his eyes on Lingxi, his eyes instantly became gentle.

"Xing'er," Luke called the name in a low voice, and walked to the sleeping Lingxi bed, bent down to stare at her beautiful face, "Fortunately, you are still here, all I have now is is you."

Lying on the bed, Lingxi didn't respond, her eyes were closed all the time, like a sleeping beauty who would never wake up.

"Xing'er, do you know? I finally avenged you three years ago, and let Paul taste what it feels like to have a sharp knife in his chest!"

Luke said, reaching out to hold Lingxi's slightly cold little hand, "This time the plan was very successful, and it all belongs to you, the lucky star. The only misfortune is that my father and king also passed away. Star Son, now I really only have you left."

No matter what Luke said, Lingxi lay quietly all the time, without any reaction.