She has received strict training since she was a child, and has been wandering around the gates of hell since her first mission. Xing Lian is a master of practical combat and is familiar with various strategic techniques. In this ancient time when nothing matters, what she has recorded in her head can

There are 180 methods used to torture people, and you will never find the same one.

At this time, she squinted her eyes and took out the forget-me-not grass she had always carried with her from her sleeve.

"This is..." A faint fragrance came from the dried grass roots, and there was an inexplicable familiarity. Sijingyue thought about it for a long time, and then suddenly realized, "The one you used to stun me at that time?"

Xing Lian smiled "hehe" and twisted the grass root a few times with his index finger and thumb, and a puff of green smoke immediately rose from the grass root.

Si Jingyue watched helplessly as Xing Lian stuffed the thin grass that was not easy to attract attention into Nangong Ru's door, and then sat on the doorstep like an uncle. She was very confident, confident that the two gatekeepers

The maid will definitely not come back, and I am even more confident that the people inside will be controlled by this little grass root.

Where does such confidence come from? She is obviously so weak.

However, this confidence made her whole person shine like a bright pearl.

After waiting for a while, Xing Lian patted his butt and stood up, raising a finger towards her, "I waited for half an hour when you were unconscious. Now, I gave them a quarter of an hour. Is that enough to give them face?"

She had no way of telling Jingyue that the forget-worn grass itself existed in modern times, but it was mostly used for medicinal purposes. The opportunities to find it were very small. The light smoke from a grass was enough to knock down a large buffalo, not to mention

It's people.

And in this Cangming Continent, there is incredible energy. Even a small grass grows more lush than in modern times. Presumably, the ability is a hundred times stronger than what she encountered in modern times.

Si Jingyue's beautiful eyebrows immediately raised when she thought of how she had passed away the money while she was in a coma. But now was not the time to settle accounts. Seeing Xing Lian open the door carelessly, she followed suit.

Go in.

Nangong Ru's room was very large. When he walked into the outer hall, he saw a man and a woman lying on the table. Judging from their breath, they were already asleep.

There was still a faint scent of forgetfulness in the room. Xing Lian waved his hand in front of his nose, then touched his chin and considered how to deal with these two people.

Both of these people want her life. As a good young man who must avenge his revenge, she will definitely not let them go lightly.

But, how should we punish these two blind old immortals?

Strip your clothes and throw them together?

No, no, no, Nangong Ru has a strong background. She is not only the legitimate daughter of the former old general, but also the niece of the Queen Mother. If she does this, it will cause a fuss at most. Qiao Juncheng will definitely suppress the matter and let it go.

.

Even if she was snubbed by her cheap father in the end, the position of the mistress of the house would still be firmly placed on her head for the sake of the old queen mother. In this case, it really didn't make much sense.

Before she could think about it clearly, Si Jingyue over there had already stepped forward and slapped Lord Fenghua hard on the face. Suddenly, five finger prints appeared on a fairly fair face, half of which

His face suddenly swelled up.
Chapter completed!