The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

When the generals under his command heard this, all the blood in their bodies seemed to freeze, and their faces turned pale from the cold.

But no one dared to raise any objections, and had no reason to raise objections. They could only kneel on the ground and quietly listen to the screams outside the tent.

Until the end, there was no life left, and there was only the sound of the military stick slapping on the rotten flesh. Huo Mingheng still looked as cold as Shura.

Yanyan suddenly rushed in to save him just now. Before he could see clearly the extent of Yanyan's injuries, she had already returned to her world.

Such a bad poison can kill someone in just one stick of incense.

No matter how advanced the medical skills were in her world, there was no way she could reach the hospital within a stick of incense.

Will she die?

Was he killed by himself?

Huo Mingheng thought in a panic, his tense nerves making his body tremble slightly, and his determined face became as pale as a ball of white paper.

"General... General, are you injured?" the deputy general who was kneeling asked worriedly.

But Huo Mingheng didn't answer him at all. He picked up the sword on the table, stood up and planned to walk out.

Those people quickly stopped in front of him, "General, you... where are you going to go? At this time, both Rong and Qi are..."

"What does it have to do with me?" Huo Mingheng kicked the general beside his legs away, "Since you have ideas and ideas, I'll leave them to you here."

"General, you are the great general of the Sheng Kingdom. If you are not here, the morale of the army will be shaken. How can we fight against Qi and Rong?" they shouted miserably.

But Huo Mingheng didn't want to spend any time with them.

At this time, he had no way to contact Yanyan. He just wanted to find Fan Yanjing quickly and let him think of a way to send himself to Yanyan's world.

During this time, he had transported a lot of gold there, enough for them to live a life of food and clothing without worries.

He no longer wanted to waste their time together for other things.

The generals who were kneeling on the ground saw that Huo Mingheng did not listen to the advice at all. They struggled to get up from the ground and wanted to draw their swords to kill him.

But before they could make any move, they let out a faint sigh and thought about it outside the military tent.

"We haven't seen you for a few years. Mr. Huo is much more impatient than before."

The visitor's voice was clear and cold, like the cold wind blowing from the glacier, without any warmth.

Huo Mingheng stiffened, and then his eyes flashed with light like fire.

"Master Fan."

He hurriedly rushed out and saw the man dressed in snow-white clothes, standing outside the military tent without a trace of dust.

"Mr. Huo, I haven't seen you for five years, and you are a lot more polite." Fan Yanjing's eyes fell on the top of Huo Mingheng's head, and his eyes softened slightly, "I know what you want to do, why don't we go into the tent and talk in detail?"

Huo Mingheng finally felt at ease after hearing him say that there was still room for conversation.

If Yanyan's life was really in danger, I'm afraid he wouldn't look so calm.

Otherwise, even if he uses all his power, he will be buried with Yanyan.

"Master Fan, please." Huo Mingheng opened the curtain and cleared out everyone inside.

Fan Yanjing found a chair and sat down, his eyes fixed on the top of his head.

Huo Mingheng felt a little uncomfortable and subconsciously wanted to touch his head, but in the end he endured it.