The first novel to kill Qin Hui! ! ! ! Yue Lin's eyes were red, and the spear in his hand was half an inch closer. The tip of the spear was pressed against the side of Qin Hui's neck, and blood had seeped out of his flesh. Several personal followers tried to stop him, but Yue Lin swiped his spear and blood spurted out. Qin Hui trembled all over, with beads of sweat rolling down his face, but he still kowtowed to the ground: "Young Commander Mingjian! The old minister was ordered by the emperor, and he really couldn't help himself. Then Zhao Gou would rather stay in the south of the Yangtze River, with one person in charge, rather than crossing north, for fear that the two saints will return south, and the throne will no longer be withered! He is even more afraid that the military commander's achievements will shock the master, so he secretly issued twelve gold medals..." "Shut up! Your ambition is known to everyone on the street!" Yue Lin shouted sharply, the tip of his spear trembled slightly, and Qin Hui suddenly fell silent. It was deathly silent all around, except for the sound of Yue Lin
