Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

"Tsk, he's quite capable."

Zhan Beiye clicked his tongue, looking at him with a sarcastic smile on his face.

So what if he was given up? He has given up hope on the Zhan Ling Empire for a long time. However, if the people of the Zhan Ling Empire want to interfere with his power in Huayan, then they have to see if he will let them interfere.

He walked to Ming Fucheng, knelt down and looked at him, stretched out his hand, and slapped his face hard several times.

"Boy, self-confidence is a good thing, but excessive self-confidence means arrogance. Even Yue Qingcheng doesn't dare to disrespect me. You are quite capable, huh?"

"you--"

Ming Fucheng was angered by his contemptuous look.

But he can't do anything to Zhan Beiye, not only because Zhan Beiye's original soul power is higher than him, but also what Zhan Beiye said just now is right, he really can't do anything to Zhan Beiye.

Especially Zhan Beiye, who is at the top of Huayan Jue, is simply the nemesis of all the lords in their plane!

What he just said was because his mind was hot for a moment, and he regretted it at that time. He should not have provoked Zhan Beiying.

"What's wrong with me?"

Zhan Beiye looked at his index finger, pointed in his direction, and asked him.

Of course, he didn't point to Ming Fucheng to answer his question, but turned his head and looked at Qian Jiyun.

"What are you going to do to him?"

"What do you want?"

Qian Jiyun asked Zhan Beiye and Xiang Qiyan.

"What else, we can't really kill him, right?" Xiang Qiyan glanced at Zhan Beiye and said a little helplessly.

He doesn't care about killing a person. It's not like he hasn't killed anyone at the peak of Hua Yan. Many disobedient people died in his hands.

But Ming Fucheng was different. This guy came from the same plane as Zhan Beiye. Killing him would cause trouble for Zhan Beiye.

Come to think of it, Qian Jiyun probably meant the same thing.

"Then let's do it."

Qian Jiyun also made up his mind, lightly clenched his fists, and slowly walked towards Mingfucheng.

"You...what do you want to do?"

Ming Fucheng saw Qian Jiyun and Xiang Qiyan walking toward him with ill intentions, and secretly screamed something bad, subconsciously trying to shrink back.

But Zhan Beiye was right in front of him, so how could he give him a chance to escape?

The big hand stretched out and grabbed his collar.

"Want to run? Didn't you know there's a saying that says if you can run, a monk can't follow the temple?"

"No, you can't kill me. I am the prince of Yueming Empire. In the future...ah!"

Before Ming Fucheng finished speaking, he felt countless hands hitting him on his body and face, and he could only scream.

"Return to the prince, you are such a prince!"

Xiang Qiyan cursed while beating Ming Fucheng mercilessly.

"With a prince like you in the Yueming Empire, the country is not far from being destroyed. I wish you to become the prince as soon as possible!" These words were said by Zhan Beiye.

No, if the prince of Yueming Empire is Ming Fucheng, then sooner or later the whole country will be destroyed by him.

Does he still have the nerve to say that he is the prince of Yueming Empire?

After a while, the three people stopped and looked at Ming Fucheng dying on the ground. Xiang Qiyan couldn't help but curl his lips.

"This is too rough. Just this, return it to the prince?"

"I haven't even finished warming up yet, and he's already dying?"

Zhan Beiye was also helpless. He originally thought that this thing would allow them to play for a longer time.