There were no lights in the main hall, so it was very dark. In addition, Qi Mo was tall, and when he sat up, he could just see the blood stains on his reflective mask. However, Zhong Qingye's petite figure was hidden by him, so no one noticed.
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As for the two elders of the Zhong family who had been sitting in the first-class auditorium, seeing that their daughter actually had a fight with the prince, and seemed to beat the prince to pieces, their little hearts were already severely shocked, so how could they pay attention to these details.
As a result, those who were not injured attracted much attention, while those who were injured were not noticed.
After the initial surprise of several men, they actually rushed in without orders. The two of them rushed to Qi Mo to greet him, but the other three pulled out the long swords from their waists and pointed at them menacingly.
The second elder of Gu's Zhong family roared angrily: "You are so bold and unruly! You actually hurt my prince! You must die!"
The sword was swung like electricity, the blade reflected the cold light of the flames, and the two elders of the Zhong family screamed deafeningly. Everything was in chaos.
The man who was holding the sword and about to chop suddenly stopped. The blade was less than an inch away from Mr. Zhong's neck. He turned back in confusion and looked at Qi Mo, whose face was covered with blood: "Your Majesty?"
"Did I ask you to do it?" Qi Mo's voice was extremely cold, but he used his left hand to exert force on his right arm. A clear click sounded, and the dislocated arm had been restored. He stretched out his hand to touch the mask and said coldly: "
This is not my blood."
Wu Ying, who was Qi Mo's personal bodyguard, nodded blankly with a strange expression. That voice just now... the prince was dislocated?
Who did it?
Who has such ability?
Even if the five eagles join forces, they can't do it. Who can do it?
Also, the prince said that the blood is not his... Then, whose blood is it?
We can't blame everyone for ignoring such a living person like Zhong Qingye, but in the eyes of these people, women are just decorations for embroidering and drinking tea at home. Their strength and ability are so weak that they can beat the prince to death.
The person who dislocated his arm must be a tough man...
But they came in very quickly and didn't see any men leaving?
what happened?
If Zhong Qingye knew what they were thinking, he would roll his eyes and sneer at them, macho chauvinism.
Wuying's sharp eyes scanned the room in turn, and after confirming that no one was hiding in the room, they all turned their attention to Mr. Zhong, who was the only man in the room at that time and was over forty years old.
Poor Mr. Zhong has lived in vain for more than forty years, but it has no effect at all. He was looked at by these five people with cold eyes, coupled with the fright that he was wandering on the edge of life and death before, his face was as pale as gold, and his whole body was shaking.
Ah, then...
A fishy stench spread throughout the hall...
Zhong Qingye rubbed her forehead and sighed, how could she meet such a miserable father?
Wu Yingyu looked at the master of the Zhong family who was frightened to the point of incontinence, and stepped back a few feet with an expression on his face. Was it a collective convulsion? He actually suspected that such a useless man could hurt the prince?!
Before his doubts were resolved, Qi Mo had already stood up and moved his neck left and right. With a crisp click, the man looked at the girl with the same expression coldly: "Not bad."
The injury on Zhong Qingye's hand was very deep. It could be seen that she had punched hard, without considering that Qi Mo might be disfigured. Because of this, the injury on her hand was even more terrifying. Even if she held it hard,
Even though it was tight, blood still trickled out from between the fingers.