Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

"If there is any sign that the Evil Spirit Universe will be activated, please inform me in advance."

"good."

The stone man's voice reached An Jiuyue's ears, but the figure on the psychic jade had disappeared.

…

"When you die, you die."

When he heard the news that King De was dead, Boss Yan didn't have much reaction.

This brother who plotted against him every day and wished that he would die early and be reborn, as long as he didn't die in his hands, who cares how he died?

There's just one thing that I have to guard against.

"Jian Xun, what are you going to do?"

"Do you think it's okay to disappear in Yicheng?" Qian Jiyun asked him.

Hearing this, Boss Yan raised his eyebrows.

He still likes to watch dog-eat-dog dramas. Everyone knows that the eldest princess and King De are openly together. Now King De has been killed by Jian Xun, and Jian Xun died on the way to be escorted. Yicheng.

"That's the best thing, I have to send a message to the queen."

It is said that centipede insects are dead but not stiff. The queen will always take action when she knows her son is dead. In this way, Jian Xun's death in Yicheng will be fair and just.

"By the way, let's send a message to the eldest princess." Qian Jiyun also said.

"This... is okay too."

Boss Yan nodded and agreed.

Soon, he ordered people to make arrangements, and he himself went to the old emperor's palace with Qian Jiyun.

Such a big news, I have to tell the old emperor. After all, it is a white-haired person giving a black-haired person. How sad is this? I am afraid that the old emperor will be so sad that he can’t even feel the pain every day?

…

In the palace, the old emperor was rolling on the ground in pain.

Every time he felt pain, he wished he could just die, but after every pain, he wanted to kill himself, but he couldn't do it.

Thinking, if he endures it for a while, he still doesn't want to die so early.

Finally, after an hour, the pain in his body was no longer so strong. He trembled and tried to stand up, but saw two slender shadows appear at the door of the palace.

The old emperor suddenly looked up, and when he saw the two people he wanted to see, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Where's the antidote? Give me the antidote!"

He wanted to rush towards his traitor, but unfortunately his legs were weak at the moment, and he fell directly to the ground before he could take two steps.

But even so, he supported the ground with both hands and looked up at his son.

"Give me the antidote. I will tell you everything you want to know."

Boss Yan didn't say anything and directly called the guards outside the hall.

The guard still held a pen, ink and paper in his hand, put it on the table, and then stood aside.

The old emperor looked at the familiar action, took a deep breath, and turned to look at his son. He didn't want to just compromise. This traitor was full of bad things. Who knows if he could get the antidote after writing this. Woolen cloth?

"Give me the antidote first. What I want is an antidote that can completely detoxify me. Otherwise, I won't be able to write anything!"

"Do you think you have room to bargain with me?" Boss Yan looked at him coldly and asked with a sneer.

"Don't write if you don't want to. I'm not forcing you. Oh, by the way, I don't have to get anything from you today. I just got some news and decided to come and tell you in person."

"What...what news?"