Chapter 472 Extinct Heir (Part 1)

They take the woods as the center, and spread out around the surrounding circles.

After spreading out for more than a mile, someone finally found Chu Li.

Chu Li was sitting cross-legged under a pine tree, motionless, white steaming above his head.

The guard who found him didn't say anything, walked over with his head down, leaned closer and said in a low voice, "Chairman, let's go!"

Chu Li slowly opened his eyes.

This guard is called Song Chengping, a master of heaven and earth, not very conspicuous among the masters of the Duke's Mansion, he has a handsome appearance but a dull personality, he is quiet and doesn't like to talk to others, so people often ignore him after they get to know him well .

At this time, Song Chengping was staring at Chu Li: "If the prince finds him, he will definitely take the opportunity to kill the chief executive."

Chu Li smiled: "It doesn't matter to me, if you can't fight, you can still escape."

"Then chief executive, don't reveal that you are injured." Song Chengping hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "Otherwise, the prince will definitely not let go of this opportunity."

Chu Li laughed: "My lord has seen me hurt."

"Oh... that's true, I'm so confused!" Song Chengping patted himself on the forehead.

Chu Li said: "It doesn't matter, how is the prince now?"

"My lord's martial art has been abolished, and everyone has been injured." Song Chengping said helplessly, "The master of Ziyun Mountain is really powerful, and everyone is no match. If you want to kill your lord, your lord will not live."

Chu Li sighed: "Who dares to kill the prince?"

"That's true." Song Chengping said with a smile: "Chairman, you have to be careful, the prince is in a very bad mood right now, when he sees you, he will definitely have a fit, and he will blame everything on the chief!"

Chu Li nodded: "It's true that I got everyone involved."

"Chairman, is your injury okay?" Song Chengping said.

Chu Li smiled and said, "No serious problem."

"I think it's better for the chief executive to go back to the mansion first." Song Chengping said, "Wait until the prince's anger subsides before showing up, so as not to be angered by the prince."

Chu Li sighed: "My lord is really pitiful, why did he lose his martial arts!"

"Who says it's not." Song Chengping smiled wryly, "Without martial arts, even a man can't stand it, let alone a prince!"

"I can't spare the Ziyunshan guys!" Chu Li snorted.

"Boss, then..." Song Chengping said.

His greatest wish is to stop messing with Ziyun Mountain, he is as fast as a ghost, really scary.

Chu Li said: "I can only live up to brother Song's good intentions, I must go to see the prince."

"But..." Song Chengping said hastily.

Chu Li smiled and said, "Don't worry, if the prince really wants to kill me, I will run away."

"Ah..., okay." Song Chengping gave Chu Li a helpless look.

He felt that it was a bit pedantic for the chief executive to go to see the prince under such circumstances. The prince's slap at the beginning was too chilling, but the chief executive seemed to be okay, he didn't mind at all, and he was too loyal!

Chu Li said: "Let's go, I'll go back with you."

"... Chief Manager, do you really want to go back?" Song Chengping said.

Chu Li nodded.

"Okay." Song Chengping said no more, and the two walked back together.

King An was sitting dejectedly in front of the bonfire, his face was gloomy.

Thinking that it would take five years to recover his cultivation, he felt a burst of anger in his heart, wishing to cut that Geng Huarong into pieces and die without a whole body.

But he also knew that he had nothing to do with Geng Huarong.

Geng Huarong is a disciple of the previous generation of Ziyun Mountain. He hides on Ziyun Mountain. No matter how powerful the imperial court's masters are, they dare not go to Ziyun Mountain.

Even if the father knew that his martial arts were abolished by the people of Ziyun Mountain, he would not stand up for him, he would only blame himself for his incompetence.

In the eyes of the father, as long as a person does not die, it is fine, and if he does not die, he will not stand up for his son.

"My lord, the Chief Manager is back." Xu Ning said.

Wang An's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked coldly at Chu Li who was walking slowly.

Chu Li's face was pale, and he clasped his fists together: "My lord, I'm back."

"What are you doing back here?" Wang An said coldly, "Don't you take the opportunity to escape, and come back and throw yourself into the trap?"

Chu Li smiled and said: "It is my duty to protect the prince, how can I escape."

"You are really dedicated!" Wang An gritted his teeth and stared at him: "It wasn't you, people from Ziyun Mountain wouldn't come, and Geng Huarong hurt me in order to force you to show up, you are hiding aside , Seeing that I was injured, I deliberately didn’t come out, did I?”

Chu Li said: "I'm afraid that I will hurt everyone, so I have already fled away. What does the prince mean by this?...They ran back to deal with the prince?"

"Hmph!" An Wang gritted his teeth and sneered, "Escape far? If you really want to escape far enough, why would he come to find us!"

Chu Li shook his head: "They think that there are so many people, so I will run back to seek shelter."

"You didn't come back?"

"My lord, the lightness kung fu of the two of them is too powerful, it's useless for me to come back." Chu Li shook his head and said, "I wonder if the lord is seriously injured?"

"Not heavy!" An Wang gritted his teeth.

Chu Li breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Xu Ning said: "Your Majesty's martial arts are useless, and his body is also seriously injured."

"Abandoned martial arts?" Chu Li was taken aback, and said in amazement: "No way? Why did the people of Ziyun Mountain abolish the prince's martial arts?"

Xu Ning sighed: "Probably because he is afraid of the prince's revenge."

The weight of words between a prince with advanced martial arts and a prince without martial arts is completely different.

Nowadays, martial arts are respected in the world, and the strength of martial arts is the foundation. Even the prince is no exception. The strength of martial arts is an important criterion for inheriting the throne. If martial arts is too weak, he will not be able to become a god master even if he ascends to the throne.

Chu Li frowned and said: "What a vicious mind!... When will the prince's martial arts recover?"

"Three years is enough." Xu Ning said: "President, what is important now is the prince's body."

Chu Li looked at King An.

Wang An's eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and he stared at him: "Come on!"

Zheng Lide, whose face was scorched yellow and whose breath was weak, hurriedly responded: "My lord!"

The guards felt that something was wrong, the prince was afraid that he would order to kill the chief executive!

Wang An stared at Chu Li, and said slowly: "The Chief Manager is working so hard, get him some food!"

"...Yes." Zheng Lide was taken aback, and hurriedly agreed.

Chu Li cupped his fists: "Thank you, my lord."

"Eat well." Wang An said coldly, "Our palace will depend on you to support us!"

"Yes, it's my duty!" Chu Li said slowly.

Xu Ning showed a slight smile.

In times of crisis, he can see the true nature of a hero. No matter how impulsive or narrow-minded in ordinary times, when it comes to critical times, King An can still endure what others can't bear, suppress all impulses, and take the most beneficial approach to the throne.

Chu Li sat opposite King An, ate the wild game that Zheng Lide sent, and asked while eating: "What kind of injury did the prince suffer?"

Wang An's face darkened again.

Xu Ning shook his head and said: "The viscera and six viscera have been injured, I'm afraid they won't be able to take care of them for a while."

Wang An's most deadly injury was his kidneys, which were completely destroyed, not just his meridians, but if his internal organs were not strong and supported by elixir, he would have died by now.

Geng Huarong's slap was extremely ruthless, both kidneys were destroyed, and King An's heirs were wiped out. King An had no sons, and the road to succession was almost cut off.

If the heir is not extinct, there is a possibility of succession. Once he succeeds, how can he forget the shame of today, and Geng Huarong's palm wiped out this possibility.

As a bystander, he admired Geng Huarong's methods very much. Although he was ruthless, he never had future troubles.