This battle is really atrocity.

"Accident!"

The old man's face was not at all unhappy. As a servant, he was complained that he was thrown dirty water by his master: "No one knows that Ye Lingtian was hiding in the golden silk coffin, and no one knew that he had actually mastered his sword fingers. Therefore, it is no wonder that Li Yuan and the others have good things, so we don't have to be depressed."

He always kept his speech at a calm pace: "The future is long, and we will have a lot of opportunities to seek justice in the future, but it is better for us to leave Liangdu at this time. Ten of the eleven elites who performed the mission died, and Li Yuan disappeared. The information shows that she was rescued."

"The person who took action did not know whether it was an enemy or a friend."

Jiang is still old, and the old man sighed and said, "We'd better leave Liangdu quickly, otherwise it's easy to be locked by the enemy to have an accident. I'm already in a state of corruption and life or death, but Young Master Chen cannot have an accident, otherwise I can't explain it to Mr. Zheng, Chen and the third lady."

Zheng Haojie frowned slightly, and pinched a wine glass with his slender fingers: "We have hundreds of good men to protect him. Even Liang Xiang can't kill me even if he mobilizes two companies. Why should we be afraid of potential dangers? I want to stay for two more days to see if I can do something more."

He was still a little unwilling to do so without stabbing Ye Lingtian's knife.

The old man over 50 years old didn't persuade him. It was not that he didn't want to continue to let his master leave early, but that his eyes were already attracted by the surveillance video. This situation immediately made Zheng Haojie sit up straight. Old foxes like Butler Su, it must be a big deal to attract him.

It was a beautiful morning, and it was also a bloody morning.

A middle-aged man in white clothes and cold-looking face walked slowly towards the door in the bloody sunlight. A long sword on his right hand was particularly dazzling and beautiful in the sunlight. However, in addition to the endless coldness, his deep face also had a strong murderous aura.

The guards at the door soon found his figure. They wanted to shout but their bodies shook. The next second, their heads broke like ripe autumn fruits, and fell down. They rolled on the ground, and there was a broken mouth on the necks of the four people that were smooth to the extreme.

The blood squirted into the air and slowly fell down.

The wound seemed to be cut off by a cutting machine, but no one saw the middle-aged man taking action, nor did he see the long sword swaying. He was like a flying immortal from the sky, advancing slowly in the rising sun. The rest of the people stared at the heads of their companions on the ground, their faces getting pale and pale.

What a fast sword! What a strong murderous aura! Even their tightly pursed lips turned white. A leader's hand exerted a little force, and the veins of the hand holding the dagger appeared. A drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead. He knew that the man in white was here to kill people, kill him, and kill everyone, but he had no courage to resist.

The four heads rolled aside, bringing blood red all the way.

The guard leader's lips were a little dry and a little scared. He subconsciously wanted to stop the middle-aged man from doing the next move. He used his palms to hold the hilt of the knife and wanted to develop the courage to fight. He wanted the middle-aged man to stop under the stone steps. Unfortunately, the dagger was always left in the scabbard and could not be pulled out. No, he didn't have the courage to pull it out!
Chapter completed!