The eye-catching black coffin drove straight into the public under the public, and it was unimpeded, and it was placed in the center of Chang'an Gate!

And right in front of that Miyagi.

The center sea is silent.

The giants were silent.

The eyes of the people of Kyoto were attracted to this coffin, and everyone in Kyoto City talked about it.

But the weird thing is.

Online.

News.

Or a newspaper.

There was no mention of the coffin parked on the Chang'an Gate.

It's like being deaf at the same time!

And what's even more unbelievable is that some citizens want to spread the news on the Internet, but as soon as they send it out, it disappears instantly, and they try again, only to find that the account is in an abnormality.

All kinds of external transmission channels are blocked by partitions!

The appearance of a coffin made the city seem to fall into a state of almost 'lockdown'.

Subsequently, the palace guards were finally dispatched.

Just when the crowd around Chang'an Gate thought that the guards would carry the coffin away, they found that these tall and powerful iron-blooded men surrounded the coffin and did not move at all.

The sky above this thousand-year-old city seems to be filled with a treacherous atmosphere.

Drum Lane.

Song House.

Song Jingguo sat in the main hall, his brows furrowed, and his expression was very heavy.

"What did Elder Li say?"

Song Fu, who had just rushed back from the Li Mansion, didn't even bother to take a sip of tea, and stood in the hall and arched his hand: "The old slave didn't see Elder Li, and the guards said that Elder Li hadn't seen any guests recently. ”

Song Jingguo's brows twisted heavily, and the old hand that grabbed the armrest of the seat could see the green tendons.

There is no doubt that they have encountered an unprecedented crisis.

The pitch-black coffin, which was still placed on the Chang'an Gate, cast a dark cloud over the entire Kyoto city.

Especially for them Kyoto giants.

It is like a wealthy family that participated in the battle of Weishui, as if feeling a heavy sense of depression before the storm.

"Did you find Roselle?"

Song Jingguo was very annoyed at the moment, very annoyed.

There is no doubt that although he did not come to Weishui that night, through Fulu Suxi's report, he knew that he was used by Li Haotian this time.

The other party obviously knew Li Futu's identity for a long time, so he colluded with the temple privately, and also stirred up their Song family.

That's Emperor Yan!

Mother......

Rao is based on Song Jingguo's cultivation, and he can't help but have the urge to scold his mother at this moment.

If he had known Li Futu's identity, how could he have waded into such troubled waters?

And the key thing is that Emperor Yan could have been his grandson-in-law!

Song Shou lowered his head: "Family master, our talent is sent to Sichuan and Shu, and he shouldn't have gotten off the plane yet." ”

Song Jingguo was a little embarrassed when he heard this, but he couldn't care about it.

"Luo Shen must have known about Li Fu for a long time...... Emperor Yan's identity, but why does she even hide my grandfather from me?

The head of the Song family, who had always been moody, was obviously unable to maintain a normal heart anymore, and slapped down the chair heavily.

If he had to know, how could this have happened?

"Back then, I was also for her good, as her grandfather, how could I bear to watch her go abroad with a dispossessed teenager to suffer? I didn't expect her to be so angry now. ”

Song Jingguo blamed Song Luoshen's concealment of Li Futu's identity on the grievance that year.

However, as everyone knows, although Song Luoshen had guessed before, he couldn't be completely sure.

Moreover, in the absence of sufficient evidence to prove it, even if she came to tell Song Jingguo, saying that her first boyfriend, the young man who left his hometown back then, had grown up to become the lord of the underworld and became the emperor of the world after ten years......

In the face of such almost fantastical news, Song Jingguo may believe it?

Fu Lu Shouxi hung his head, not daring to express his opinion.

"No matter what, you must get Roselle back as soon as possible!"

Song Jingguo breathed heavily.

Now, Song Luoshen has become a talisman for their Song family.

Emperor Yan obviously still has feelings for Luoshen, otherwise he would not hide the danger of revealing his identity and appear at the wedding with the person at the peak of the temple, and afterwards sneaked into the Song Mansion to try to take Luoshen away.

As long as Luo Shen is still in the Song family, there is still a chance to save the situation.

"The head of the family, that night, we didn't make a move against Emperor Yan, what we did was just to bring the eldest lady back, it is reasonable, we are not too negligent, colluding with the temple, we don't even know about it, this is purely Li Haotian alone, no matter how you say it, it is impossible for the underworld to point the finger at us. ”

Song Lu said in a low voice.

When a catastrophe comes, both husband and wife may fly separately, not to mention that they and the Li family have not yet succeeded in their marriage.

The Li family is now in a posture of not seeing guests, so they can only be prepared to be alone.

As for confronting the underworld?

If it comes to economic warfare, their Song clan may still have a little confidence, but Emperor Yan is seriously injured and missing, and the angry underworld will play a slow money game with you?

Every superpower will eventually develop into a huge economic empire, which is an inevitable trend, but what they use to deter the world is still force!

"Impossible?"

Song Jingguo, who had a heavy expression, suddenly smiled, raised his head, and looked in the direction of Chang'an Gate.

"The coffin was placed on the Chang'an Gate, not in front of the Li family, don't you know the meaning?"

Fu Lu Shou is full of joy and is silent.

......

The eastern border of the Dragon Kingdom.

Black Dragon City.

In the darkness of the night, a series of cold, lifeless figures crossed the border from the neighboring country.

"People related to the Nalan clan ......"

A white robe stood on the border line, looking at the city at night, Sen Leng ordered.

“...... There is no mercy for killing. ”

"No. ”

Countless figures quickly dispersed, quickly disappearing into the night like ghosts.

L.a..

Covering an area of more than ten acres, Nalan Manor.

Guards patrolling outside the manor soon spotted a black figure attacking from all directions.

The other party is extremely fast, and silent, like a ghost.

"Stop, you are ......"

One of the guards let out a fierce roar, and before he could finish speaking, a figure was already approaching, and without saying a word, the death scythe in his hand was swung out sharply, directly cutting it into two pieces.

Blood splattered like mist.

The surrounding palace guards were frightened, and they couldn't help but subconsciously take a step back, their faces full of horror.

The black-cloaked figure held the blood-dripping sickle on his shoulder, looking at the magnificent Nalan Palace, his eyes indifferent.

"Not a single one remains. ”

Around the palace, blood was sprinkled at the same time.

Just three days.

The earth seemed to be stained red with blood.

The snakes and rivers and lakes on this nearly 1 million square kilometers were killed and broke their guts, and they lowered their unruly heads one after another, trembling and prostrate on the ground.

This land that was once trampled by the iron hooves of the aliens.

Fall again.

(End of chapter)