Chapter 45 The Ghost-faced King of Hell - Palace Lord Nalan Qingyi suddenly felt a chill on his back, "What do you want to do?"

"It has nothing to do with you, I can handle it myself," Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Qingyi, "Now I just want to tell you one thing, it has nothing to do with how many women you have had in the past or how many women you will have in the future, but you

After you touch me, you can't touch other women. There is no reason except that my things are always exclusive."

After saying that, she left without giving Nalan Qingyi any chance to speak. Nalan Qingyi looked at Jing Yirong's back and raised the corners of his lips, "My things are also exclusive to me."

Jing Yirong walked all the way to Linglong's courtyard and saw Linglong sitting in the courtyard drinking tea.

Although Linglong showed surprise when she saw Jing Yirong, she still stood up and saluted Jing Yirong generously, "I have met the Crown Princess before."

Jing Yirong was indifferent to Linglong's salute and the disdain in her eyes. She walked towards Linglong and spoke softly, "I'll give you seven days to leave the palace."

"What?" Linglong was shocked, "I don't understand what my sister means? Sister, sister, although I have been living in the prince's uterus for several months, I don't remember where I offended my sister.

"I don't remember my mother giving birth to a woman as big as you." Jing Yirong sneered, "So don't call me sister. You are not qualified to be my sister. Again, you have to disappear within seven days. I don't want to.

See you again."

"Why did you say that to me!" Linglong, with the support of the queen, didn't take Jing Yirong seriously at all. Now she didn't even need to pretend, "Do you think you can drive me away? I've heard about you a long time ago.

It’s just that a lowly woman among the common people now sits on the throne of a princess and really thinks that her status is noble? I tell you that your status is determined from the moment you are born."

"I haven't found you to be so eloquent in the past few months." In Jing Yirong's eyes, Linglong could only be described as ridiculous, "Seven days. Two consequences. One is that you leave the palace and never show up again; the other is that I

Kill you and make you disappear completely. Choose one."

"I won't leave!" Linglong glared at Jing Yirong, "You don't have the ability to do anything to me."

"Do you really think so?" Jing Yirong picked up a teacup and gently applied force with her hand, causing the teacup to break in her hands. "Do you think your neck will be harder than this teacup?"

"You..." Linglong looked at the shattered pieces in shock, her feet softened and she took a few steps back.

Jing Yirong stepped forward and approached Linglong, "I would feel dirty if a man I touched was touched by someone else." Jing Yirong said the last three words slowly and softly, as if they were revealing each other bit by bit.

It penetrates into the heart through exquisite ears.

Before Linglong came back to her senses, Jing Yirong only had a cold and arrogant back. Linglong couldn't help but shudder, this woman was so scary.

In the Queen's Palace, the woman was dressed in red and gorgeous clothes, as gorgeous as a rose in full bloom. The woman was so weak that it was pitiful. At this time, she was lowering her head and sobbing aggrievedly. This person was of course Linglong who was crying to An Wan.

An Wan's face turned green with anger, and she slapped the armrest with her palm, "Bold Jing Yirong actually dares to say such threatening words to you. It seems that she doesn't take me seriously."

"Aunt, do you think she is just forcing the prince and the king to indulge her, so she is crawling on your head little by little." Linglong added fuel to the fire. She really wished her aunt would call Jing Yirong over to punish her now.

Fan.

An Wan's eyes were full of anger, her hands silently grasping the armrest. Jing Yirong dared to criticize her and embarrass her in public on the first night she returned to the palace, and now he actually ignores her to this extent. If she still stays today

He looked at her, fearing that one day she would even be deprived of her position as queen, "When someone comes, I will wait for you with pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

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Nalan Zhijin stood in front of Jing Yirong, who had just finished practicing martial arts, holding a cup of tea, "Master, drink tea." His voice was small, his head raised but his eyes lowered, cautious and worried.

Jing Yirong glanced at her and turned around to leave without saying a word.

Nalan Zhijin raised his head, his poor little face was full of grievances, and he looked at Nalan Zhenqi with rescue eyes, "Seventh brother..."

Nalan Zhenqi reluctantly took the tea from Nalan Zhijin's hand and handed it to Jing Yirong, "Master, you are tired after practicing for so long. Drink some tea."

Jing Yirong took the tea cup from Nalan Zhenqi's hand, but looked directly at Nalan Zhijin, and poured the water on the ground with a cold expression, "Except for issues related to martial arts training, don't say another word to me from now on. Leave me alone."

The further away the better.”

Nalan Zhijin's eyes immediately became misty, and he was afraid that Jing Yirong would be unhappy. He immediately stretched out his little hand to wipe away the tears on his cheeks, and nodded in a mumble, "Yes."

Xiao Yan sighed helplessly, the door of kindness towards the Tenth Prince and Crown Princess was tightly closed. Even if she still cares about the Tenth Prince, I'm afraid she will never treat her kindly again in the future.

The trembling look on the tenth prince's face made people feel pity. In fact, he could not be entirely blamed for the incident. After all, it was not his choice to have such a mother. In fact, anyone could see Nalan Zhijin's dependence and respect for Jing Yirong.

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After the three of them had finished practicing martial arts, it was time for dinner. Just as they were about to go into the house, there was a sudden gust of cold wind around them.

Jing Yi Rong shuddered, "Who comes to the palace as a guest but doesn't want to show up."

As soon as Jing Yirong finished speaking, several men stood on the roofs of the rooms around the small courtyard. What was special was that they were all wearing red robes. The bright red color looked arrogant and arrogant in the dim moonlight. They were all covered in confusion.

The murderous intention made the whole atmosphere dark and strange.

"Ghost Shadow Sect!" Xiao Yan shouted in shock, the tremor in her tone could not be ignored.

Jing Yirong frowned, "What's the background?"

"The number one killer sect in the world." Xiao Yan explained in horror, "The Ghost Shadow Sect handles business all over the world. As long as someone can afford the price, they can kill anyone. Those who come to the Ghost Shadow Sect are extremely rich and noble.

At present, they have no record of failure. There are rumors in the world that when the ghost wants you to watch the third watch, you will not be able to live until the fifth watch."

"Come with us," Jing Yirong smiled lightly.

Xiao Yan was surprised, "What?"

"I guess they are also here to see me. Xiao Yan, Nalan Zhijin, and Nalan Zhenqi, please go back to your room."

"No!" The three of them said in unison in a calm voice.

Jing Yikong swept across the three of them, "Get in, there's no place for you to talk here."

"Princess..." Xiao Yan still wanted to speak but was interrupted by Jing Yirong, "Why are you not going to listen to me anymore when I promised to stay with you forever?"

"I don't dare." Xiao Yan said immediately.

"Don't go in yet." Jing Yirong spoke forcefully again.

The three of them entered the house in desperation, but kept the door half open to observe every move in the courtyard.

Jing Yirong raised his head and spoke in a relaxed tone, "I have met everyone in my life, but I have never met my colleagues from thousands of years ago. Let me see how good your skills are. Don't embarrass anyone."

After hearing this, the people in red immediately moved their bodies, fell to the ground and surrounded Jing Yirong, "Someone wants to buy your life."

"How much did the other party pay?" Jing Yirong was curious.

"Ten million taels of gold."

Jing Yirong nodded, "The price is not low, and it has not lowered my worth. But I'm afraid you won't be able to earn this money. Don't worry, even though you came to kill me, I will still bury you properly when you die.

I have always been soft on my colleagues."

"I don't know what it means." As soon as the murderous voice fell, the men in red swarmed forward. Jing Yirong jumped up in the air to avoid their attack. The men in red also raised their heads and flew into the air, launching attacks one after another.

Jing Yirong nimbly dodged away and waited for the opportunity to strike, striking with one move after another in the air. He was indeed a professional killer. Compared with those who had done it before, these people's martial arts were considered to be stronger, and the square staffs were in order. If

If it weren't for the martial arts secrets taught to him by Ye Xieming, I might have been torn into pieces a long time ago.

The leaves in the small courtyard kept swaying, and the wind blew in waves. The figures of Jing Yirong and the man in red fell to the ground, then flew to the roof, and then flew into the air again.

Both sides felt that their opponents were not easy, and used all their strength to fight against the enemy. After a fierce and fierce battle, the men in red fell to the ground one by one. They all knelt on one knee, supporting their bodies with their hands, and a little bit of blood oozed from the corners of their mouths.

Bloody, ten-against-one battle ended with Jing Yirong's victory.

Jing Yirong slowly landed on the ground and looked directly at the man in red, "You don't seem to be qualified enough to kill me."

"A bunch of useless trash." A deep voice came, and Jing Yirong raised his eyes. The man stood on the eaves with his hands behind his back, his straight-colored clothes moving in the wind, and his gloomy and arrogant eyes seemed to have no focus.

He was filled with an aura that kept strangers away from him, but his dark eyes were full of calm. His long black hair fell down and scattered around his ears, making his depth a little more arrogant.

"Who are you?"

"Dianjun."

"Are these your men?" Jing Yirong pointed at the man in red kneeling on the ground, "How can you keep such a useless killer?"

The palace gentleman's dark eyes showed no trace of emotion, "Did you hear that? How dare you come out again with the name of my Ghost Shadow Sect?"

As soon as the Lord Dian finished speaking, the kneeling man in red immediately cut off his veins and ended his own life without hesitation. The killer of the Ghost Shadow Sect who had not completed his mission had only one ending.

Jing Yirong raised his eyebrows, "You're well trained, you have courage."

"After all the fun, it's time for you to go down and accompany them." Mr. Dian said in a calm tone.

"Are you capable of killing me?" Jing Yirong didn't take Dian Jun seriously, "I owe it to you to go back and stay well, otherwise your fate will probably be the same as theirs?"

"There are only people in the world that I am not willing to kill, and there is no one that I cannot kill." The figure of Dian Jun moved, and the next moment he landed in front of Jing Yirong, only a few meters away, without even changing his posture.

After standing opposite each other, Jing Yirong realized that Dian Jun was also good-looking, with deep black eyes, an invisible arc on his lips under his straight nose, a red gown that was exquisite and elegant, and close-fitting clothes.

It's enough to see his muscular figure. The obviously arrogant red color on his body has an indescribable feeling of depression, and there is no trace of blip on Bing Kuan's face.
Chapter completed!