Although that guy Chu Liumu is a wolf, he still has no choice but to do anything to the little fool.

And now.

The bastard was foolish and offended Chu Liumu's unconscionable black-hearted thing, and he would not be able to lose his arms and legs.

Thinking of this, Ji Feixiu was anxious and angry.

Bastard, don't die!

In a moment.

King Wenyuan came out of Ji's house and the people in secret asked, "That's it?"

King Wenyuan snorted: "It's just a gesture. Boy Chu is not in the capital now, but he is indispensable in the capital. If something happens to Qing'er..."

The lazy and sloppy King Wenyuan's eyes became deeper.

"If something really happened to Qing'er, I'll let them all be buried with you!"

The tone is not heavy, but the implicit evil spirit is enough to make people shocked.

Even if those kids are the incarnation of the little fool of God Ji, the little fool is just a fallen god.

The fallen god is not a true immortal. Zhou Wenyuan is not so cowardly, and even the god of death who stepped into the coffin board with one and a half feet must be afraid.

King Wenyuan looked back at the Ji family mansion behind him.

Do you really think he is idle?

These days, it’s not that I can’t find anyone, so I run to the Ji family step by step every day.

He was expressing his opinion, and he was using this to knock on the mountain and shake the tiger, making Chu Liumu dare to throw himself into the mouse.

If the Chu boy was really unable to think about it and killed Qing'er, then Zhou Wenyuan would not have to suppress him like this.

about.

His life is originally Qing'er's, and it originally belongs to Qing'er.

A moment later, King Wenyuan returned to King Wenyuan's mansion and a secret spy came to report.

"Prince, I found out! Outside the city of Bianjing, where is the national teacher!!"

At the same time, in the palace.

In the side hall of Zichen Palace, the attendant Fang Jue held a basin and wiped the corpse-like Liang Wenqi.

On the side hall, a man in black sat on the roof tiles and carefully looked at the green ghost wearing a long green gown and a grimace mask with a green face and fangs next to him.

"Sir, don't we help find it?"

Qinggui glanced at the man in black coldly, "I can't die."

This means that Emperor Yong Yin can't die anyway, so why should he work with those people?

The man in black thought for a while, "Sir, I think, the emperor is actually quite good too... Cough! At least it's pretty good now?"

Qinggui withdrew his gaze and ignored this sentence.

In a moment, another man in black came.

"Sir, King Wenyuan has entered the palace!"

...

The palace where Jiang Jianchen lived was a bit remote. King Wenyuan rushed into the palace with his people. He called Lin Wenzhou to ask. He learned that since the accident of the young fool Liang Wenjun, Jiang Jianchen has been serving Emperor Yong Yin.

So King Wenyuan rushed into Qiuchen Palace, grabbed Jiang Jianchen's collar and directly lifted the person away.

Jiang Jianchen, who is as cold as a god: "..."

He lowered his eyes, looked back at the palace behind his back expressionlessly, and saw a black corner of his clothes. The corner of his clothes looked like a black flag, and he was sad for him...

...

On the mountain.

As early as when the ghost uncle and the little fool moved bricks and gravels to crack the Qimen Dunjia, the white-clothed national master had already sensed it, but... he ignored it.

Until the maze was untied, Chu Liumu stood up calmly and counted on his fingers.

Then he lifted up a small bag that had been prepared in advance and said to his servant: "Let's go, this place is already fierce, and you can't stay for a long time!"

"But Emperor Yong Yin..."

“No obstacle.”

The national master took a step forward, and he walked very slowly, and the servants also cooperated with the national master's steps and followed slowly.
Chapter completed!