Chapter 4: The Demon Monarch Makes a Trouble in the Wuxin Palace
The purple-eyed tiger instinctively felt that the gaze falling on him was a little hot, and before he could react, he was picked up by the ears and thrown out.
"Hey, aren't you willing to die without saving me?" Luo Li still wanted to argue with her, but now she couldn't say a word. Her small body was tightly protected by Bei Mingye's dazzling red clothes.
"Where did the pretty boy come from? What a pity!" Leng Wuxin just looked at Bei Mingye's face, and in his mind he began to picture what a sultry scene it would be like after the big red robe was torn to pieces.
It's a pity that those who trespass into my Wuxin Palace will only die!
"Let's go!" Bei Mingye waved his sleeves, and Luo Li was swept into a gust of wind.
"I won't leave..." Unfortunately, Luo Li had no choice.
"Stop them for me, Lord!" Leng Wuxin was a little irritable. Originally, this pretty boy seemed quite pretty, so don't let him die too easily. But now it seems that he doesn't know how to appreciate it.
"Just you?" Who can easily stop Bei Mingye's teleportation array?
"You brat, if my subordinates don't kill nameless ghosts, I'll give you the last chance to leave your name!" Leng Wuxin didn't have such a good temper.
"You're not worthy!" Before he could finish his words, Bei Mingye had already taken action. According to Luo Li's temper, if she couldn't bring those children back quickly, she might do something stupid again.
"Okay, if you want to die, I will let you die today." Before Leng Wuxin could call out the "magic sound", something damned had already choked his throat.
"Um……"
The people in the palace were thinking of stepping forward to rescue them, but they saw that Leng Wuxin's neck was being entangled with a very thin silk thread. As long as the man in red slightly hooked his finger, the consequences would be disastrous.
"What do you want?" Leng Wuxin hated the feeling of being threatened.
"Let them go!" Bei Mingye looked at the palace residents of Wuxin Palace coldly.
"Hasn't I already been sent away by you? Well..." A string of blood beads floated on Leng Wuxin's jade neck.
"Hurry up and let him go!" Leng Wuxin began to be afraid. If this lunatic had just a little more strength, his head would probably move.
Aren't they just a bunch of trash? It doesn't matter if I let them go today, I just want to catch them tomorrow.
"As you said, I have let him go now. You can also let me go." Leng Wuxin saw that he couldn't breathe. What was even worse was that he was locked here by this lunatic for most of an hour and did not dare to move.
, my neck is almost stiff!
"When did I say that I would let you go?" Bei Mingye said with a raised voice and casually raised his little finger.
"You, you..." He went back on his word. Leng Wuxin could feel the feeling of the thread entering his flesh, and saw that it was about to cut through the vital part.
"Whatever you want, this Palace Master will grant it to you, including me..." This Palace Master's position.
Bei Mingye almost vomited out his last night's meal. Who gave this person the courage to be a vicious woman with an even uglier heart? She is not even worthy of carrying my shoes.
"Want to live?" Bei Mingye approached Leng Wuxin condescendingly.
Leng Wuxin was forced by the thread to kneel on the ground. Like a dog, he crawled in front of Bei Mingye and pulled Bei Mingye's robe.
"I beg you, sir, to spare the life of this palace master, regardless of the villain's fault."
Bei Mingye struck down with a palm, only cutting off the robe that Leng Wuxin had just pulled off, and then dropped two words.
"An Ming." Not only for that girl Luo Li, Bei Mingye also wanted to know what kind of organization this "An Ming" was.
Leng Wuxin suddenly fell to the ground and smiled bitterly for a while. He was about to bite his tongue and commit suicide, but his mouth was pried open by a dried fish.
"You can die, as well as your palace people. I believe that some of them will naturally be willing to speak!" Bei Mingye took out a brocade handkerchief to wipe the fishy smell on his hands. Suddenly, he received a message from Wu Shuang from thousands of miles away.
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Leng Wuxin staggered and collapsed to the ground, looking at the figure that had long since disappeared.
"I want him to die miserably!"
The people in the palace hurriedly stepped forward to help Leng Wuxin up, but Leng Wuxin slapped him with a palm, forcing everyone to sweat.
"Why don't you go quickly and catch those stinky girls back to me, the Lord of the Palace?"
The palace people were busy going down to prepare.
"There is also that pretty boy and that little whore. I will cut them into pieces with my own hands!"
"Xin'er really has a bad temper, and it hasn't changed at all in all these years!"
Leng Wuxin turned around sharply, with a look that signaled these useless palace people to get out of there.
"Brother Luo, why are you here?" Leng Wuxin hurriedly lifted up his collar, carefully arranged his image, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to the masked man full of affection.
"I thought Xin'er didn't welcome me." The masked man only took the hot tea, and was not in a hurry to drink it. Instead, he pulled Leng Wuxin into his arms with force and moved his fingers slightly.
The buttons on Leng Wuxin's collar fell to the ground.
"do not move!"
Leng Wuxin subconsciously wanted to cover the hideous wound, but the masked man saw it anyway. A cold feeling came from his neck, followed by waves of unbearable pain, and soon became numb.
"alright!"
Before Leng Wuxin could covet this warm embrace, she saw the masked man already sitting on the main seat, twirling the rim of the cup with his fingers.
"An Ming..." The masked man mentioned it casually, and Leng Wuxin hurriedly knelt down.
"Brother Luo, don't worry, Xin'er didn't say a word."
The masked man stood up and helped Leng Wuxin up, his eyes showing a bit of tenderness.
If you had said even half a word, you would have been dead by now! This chapter has been completed!