The guard patrolling below immediately seemed to be possessed by a demon. His mind began to wake up and his eyelids kept fighting. After a while, a black mass lay on the ground.
Feng Ruoying curled her lips proudly, quickly gave Gong Wanchen a seductive look, flicked her bangs, and jumped off the roof with a dash of grace.
The black shadow flashed and landed in the Prince's Mansion.
The night was miserable, and the candlelight in the Prince's Mansion was dim, but nothing could hide the mysterious and strange aura of chilling.
The two figures escaped many difficulties in the Prince's Mansion and shuttled back and forth in the dark night.
Just as the two of them were approaching the prince's study, clusters of bright bonfires instantly illuminated half of the sky.
Gong Wanchen and Feng Ruoying stood back to back, looking coldly at the guards surrounding them.
"You two dared to break into this prince's residence. Do you think you have a long life?"
The guard made way for a path, and a man in blue clothes with a cold face and venomous eyes slowly approached. This man was the prince Baili Haochen.
"Are you that bullshit prince?"
Feng Ruoying curled her lips slightly, with disdain on her face: "But this is the case, it is simply incomparable to Baili Xuanhuan!"
If the blood fox were present at this moment, she would definitely ask: "This kind of shit is worthy of being compared to my man!"
It's a pity that the blood fox is not here, but the plot must continue to be exciting. Of course, Gong Wanchen can do it for him very well.
The guy, with a serious look, said simply: "Of course there is no comparison. The Second Prince is a legend in Huanyu Continent, how can he be compared to this kind of yellow-haired kid!"
Feng Ruoying glanced at Gong Wanchen with admiration. It turned out that this cold man could be so powerful. That Baili Xuanhuan was stained by the blood fox.
When Baili Haochen heard Feng Ruoying's words, most of his face turned dark. When he heard Gong Wanchen's words, he was so angry that he clenched his fists and wanted to cut them into pieces.
relieve hatred
However, Baili Haochen did not order anyone to take action. At this time, he should not have yelled, "Come here, drag these two ignorant boys out to the prince and kill them."
But, he didn't. His face, which was as dark as the bottom of a pot one moment, flashed a cunning smile the next moment.
"Baili Xuanhuan, he is dead, don't you know?"
Baili Haochen looked at Gong Wanchen and Feng Ruoying with a puzzled look on his face, his expressions pretending to be real.
"died?"
Feng Ruoying stared at Baili Haochen in disbelief, trying to see any flaws in his face. Unfortunately, Baili Haochen was so good at disguise that nothing was revealed.
"He is indeed dead. Is it possible that the prince would still curse his younger brother?"
Baili Haochen frowned, with a look of displeasure on his face. He had to admit, this guy is very talented in acting.
Feng Ruoying smiled evilly, her blue eyes narrowed, and the dangerous aura was gradually spreading: "The prince will definitely put a high hat on himself and hand over Baili Xuanhuan, otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"
"You're welcome, I'll let you see how you are so polite!"
Baili Haochen smiled coldly, "Pop-pa--" applause rang out, and several women in black fell from the sky.
"Palace Master Youmeng, these two people will be left to you!"
Baili Haochen laughed loudly, his voice was extremely fierce, he stared at the two people surrounded by his eyes like a snake, and slowly withdrew from the crowd.
Feng Ruoying stared closely at the woman with a black gauze mask who came out of the men in black. The evil smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly froze. His eyes were sharp and his tone was sinister: "Yao Xing, you bitch, are you my master?"
How did you end up like that?"
Hearing this, Yao Xing's cold eyes glanced at Feng Ruoying, and her red lips under her veil raised mockingly: "Boy, how dare you shout in front of me!"
"You bitch!"
Feng Ruoying's jade flute suddenly changed, and a sharp sword flashing with cold blue light suddenly stabbed towards the demon star.
Yao Xing raised her eyebrows slightly, her face turned cold, she raised her spirits and ran towards Feng Ruoying. At the same time, a black silk ribbon flew out from her sleeve and wrapped directly around Feng Ruoying's sword hilt. She smiled coldly: "Boy, even
Sang Ziqing is no match for me, who do you think I am?"
Feng Ruoying's eyes grew colder, and there was anger between his brows: "Yao Xing, you don't deserve to call my master's name. People like you should go to hell!"
"hehe--"
Yao Xing laughed fiercely, his eyes were cold and cold: "Boy, I'm being polite if I didn't kill him. What you're saying is that if I accidentally cut off his human blood, then-"
"Haha, ah haha——"
Yao Xing looked up and laughed wildly, with overwhelming hatred pouring out of his heart.
Feng Ruoying's sword hooked, but it was unable to cut off the silk ribbon. At that moment, the inner force of his palm was 4 Guo v school blue light 5 love 绨畕鼗雷蛄蛛蛄星�;;
Yao Xing curled his lips in disdain, and at the same time used a palm to send out his inner energy through Ling...
"boom--"
After a strong collision, the two of them took a few steps back, and then quickly joined the battle.
Gong Wanchen on the side had already shown the sword in his hand and slashed hard at the besieging Youmeng Palace. He had heard of Youmeng Palace, but he had never fought against this mysterious palace. Even if Youmeng Palace
No matter how powerful Gong is, Gong Wanchen, the God of Killers, is not so easy to deal with.
Suddenly, the two sides were fighting fiercely, turning the Prince's Mansion into an uproar.
At this time, on the other side, Yuelai Inn
Luzhu fell into a deep sleep and did not notice anything unusual around the inn.
Waves of fragrance floated in the air, and eight beautiful women in white carried a red sedan from the sky. There was a faint red light around the sedan, shrouded in dark red mist. In the dark night, it was like coming from hell.
Coming out of nowhere, it was so gloomy
"Sir, we're here"
A voice as delicate and sweet as an oriole sounded, and a slender hand rested on the sedan curtain. That hand was slender and white, like the finest jade, white and flawless, with a sense of feminine femininity. This was not
You know, I must have thought this was a woman's hand