117. Chapter 117 Whimsical 1
But he has no right to choose and no qualification to choose. His life belongs to His Highness Ning.
The late clouds gradually disappear, and the light clouds are glazed.
The sunset gradually disappeared into the horizon and the sky became darker.
In the room, Lesang sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, quietly waiting for the countless people who ambushed her.
In my mind, the circuit diagram of the Ning Prince's Mansion is very clear.
She is no match for Dongfang Liyuan, but it is not easy for Dongfang Liyuan to kill her.
She now wants to wait for an answer, wait for Dongfang Liyuan to bring people out to kill her, wait for a clear reason to kill her, and... she wants to see clearly his face that killed her.
Cold took a breath, and Lesan's eyelashes trembled slightly.
As expected, people cannot have feelings because no one can trust them.
The sky was getting darker and there were no candles in the room, and it was even more dim.
But in this dimness, the flute placed beside Lesang seemed to be as bright as spiritually.
It seems very sensitive to the murderous auras that are overlapping around.
As time passed by minute by minute, the sun finally set on the hill.
"Go in and kill that woman." Chu Yun, who was watching the sun set, felt a sank in his heart, raised his hand and sent the order down.
The prince said that he came back before the sun set, but now the sun has set, but he has not returned. He must have encountered trouble with Ling Xuehan.
With the prince's ability, Ling Xuehan couldn't do anything to him for a while, so they would kill the woman who tied the prince first and then save the prince.
In order to avoid saving the prince back and falling into the hands of this woman.
"Yes." Everyone nodded and jumped into the backyard.
Yun Guan looked at Chu Yun deeply and spoke with a heavy voice: "Don't take action, I'm alone enough to take this woman's life."
Chu Yun's face changed when he heard this, a hint of anger flashed, and he spoke very coldly: "Yunguan, don't forget the agreement between you and me. Don't interfere in this matter."
After saying that, without waiting for Yun Guan to answer, Chu Yun flew into the backyard.
God, it's completely dark.
The laurel rose, the bright moonlight fell down the coldest ground, and the murderous aura soared into the air in the backyard.
Lesang's door was closed and it was pitch black inside, so the masters led by Chu Yun did not dare to break in without authorization, but instead held the cold sword in his hand and pressed in step by step carefully.
They have seen this woman's methods before, so they must not take it lightly.
Seeing that everyone was about to approach the door, Chu Yun suddenly raised his hand and signaled everyone to stop.
The cold wind blew across the treetops, and a rustling sound caused a stronger murderous aura.
"boom."
Everyone had just stopped, and with a loud bang, the door of Lesang's room suddenly burst open, and a simple white figure flew out from inside.
Its speed was so fast and its momentum was so fierce that Chu Yun, who gave way to the head, dared not kill him. He turned around and flashed aside without saying a word.
As soon as he stood firm, he heard a few screams, and the killers standing behind him suddenly fell down.
"Hahaha..." What followed was a burst of extremely rampant laughter.
Lesang, dressed in white, had already jumped onto the roof and smiled bloodthirstyly like a soul-locking ghost.
Chapter completed!