Chapter 1695： How much can you buy your throne?

Huang Tong, who was behind Sima Wen, almost fell to the ground.

"Come here, escort!" The **** was about to call for help when Ye Siming kicked him aside.

His inner strength was so deep that he vomited blood from the mouth where the **** kicked, and fell to one side without moving.

Several ministers in the hall were frightened and crowded together, and followed the emperor to step back slowly.

Ye Siming's cloak was black, and he walked into the hall with leisurely steps.

After that, he glanced around casually.

"The palace is not badly repaired, and it suits my heart."

Sima Wen's breathing was rapid due to nervousness. He stared at the broken sword that was dripping blood in Ye Siming's hand.

This Marquis of Yong Ye is really a ruthless man. He killed him all the way, and his sword was cut off! ?

Sima Wen hurriedly said: "I can give you a large amount of gold and silver treasures, how much monthly salary the Emperor Qi will give you, I will give you more!"

Ye Siming raised his indifferent eyes: "I don't want money."

"Then what you want, my uncle can satisfy you!" Huang Tong answered Sima Wen first.

Ye Siming sneered, and when he took a few steps closer, they were startled and whispered.

Until, Sima Wen and the others watched Ye Siming helplessly and walked near the dragon chair.

The boy stretched out his slender and beautiful fingers and touched the faucet on the chair.

He lowered his eyes and asked in a slow tone, "How much?"

Sima Wen was stunned, puzzled: "What?"

Ye Siming turned his head to the side, his eyes unbridled: "I said how much can you buy your throne?"

Everyone took a deep breath.

What the **** is this Marquis of Yongye kidding!

Sima Wen even felt the anger of being humiliated.

He shook off the two courtiers who surrounded him, and scolded him incessantly: "My lord, how dare you be disrespectful to me!"

"This is the position of the emperor. You want to exchange money for it? Do you really regard Jin as an incompetent generation!"

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows: "Otherwise?"

His rhetorical question made the courtiers present stunned.

"I entered the imperial city from Kyoto, and the way was unobstructed. The so-called heavily guarded palace, didn't I let me kill here?"

"It's not an incompetent person, what is it?" Ye Siming's thin lips were raised lightly, his eyes showed light ridicule, and his eyebrows were even more arrogant.

He raised his black boots and stepped on the dragon chair with a melodious and lazy posture.

"I'm giving you a choice to live now. If you make a price, I can buy the throne. Otherwise, with so many people in the palace, it would be a little troublesome for me to kill."

Most importantly, he had promised Gu Nuo'er that he would not slaughter others.

Except for the ones that should be killed, the rest that shouldn't be killed can be let go.

So, after thinking about it, he simply solved it with money.

After all, mortals like to be up for sale.

As for the money, the monthly salaries he earned as Hou Ye were all spent on Gu Nuo'er, and he was not going to use it.

So Ye Siming plans to return to the Asura Realm at that time.

There are thousands of rare treasures in his demon temple.

If you don't have enough money, take a few and sell them.

Ye Siming thought that Gu Nuo'er's birthday was imminent, he turned his eyes and urged the surprised Sima Wen.

"Hurry up and think about it, I'll give you ten counts."

Sima Wen was furious: "Aren't you afraid that my dead man will rush over and crush you into mud!"

Ye Siming frowned, "Are you talking about hiding on the roof? It's just **** and hung outside. Do you want to see it?"

Sima Wen was startled, his eyes bloodshot and red.

Ye Siming raised his jaw in a leisurely manner: "Five counts have passed, your time is running out."

He walked towards Sima Wen and several courtiers.