Chapter 67: The Su family was too happy too early

Seeing Yin Luo and the Mysterious Venerable walking away, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, left, and finally left.

Su Ya looked at Yin Luo's back and smiled so unexpectedly, it seems that she made the right bet, Yin Luo, haha, what can you do with this palace?

Su Ya's smile froze at the corner of her mouth, and the stinging pain all over her body reminded her that the sharp blade that had been slashed in her eyes just now was not an illusion, and her consciousness gradually left her.

Yin Qizhi and the Su family were stabbed into hedgehogs, and they had already lost their breath, their facial expressions were still the joy of being reborn after the previous catastrophe, and their pupils reacted to the last horror.

Everyone forgot that although Yin Luo left, the weapon stopped in the air like a talisman hanging on the famous door, and everyone thought that Yin Luo would be safe and sound when he left.

At this time, Yin Luo's words came from afar: "If this prince wants you to die, you have to die, and no one can stop you." ”

"Yin Luo, how dare you!" The sudden change filled Su Lao's chest with grief and anger, and Yin Lao's eyes stared fiercely at Yin Luo in the distance, like a thousand-year-old poisonous snake.

"This princess does not have a mansion in Kyoto, from today on, the national teacher's mansion will be the princess's mansion, and if you are not satisfied, this princess will wait for you in the mansion. ”

Ye Xue saw his master coming out of the palace from a distance, with a somewhat sad expression on his face, and who was behind him, the regent!

This world is mysterious, how can this big Buddha appear next to the master? When did it appear, shouldn't he be in Tianhan?

Doubts are doubts, Ye Xue hurriedly ran forward and handed the stove in his hand to Yin Luo.

"Master, have they embarrassed you?" Ye Xue's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and then he reined in and bent his knees slightly: "Meet the regent." ”

Except for Yin Luo, Ji Wuye has a cold face towards everyone, because Ye Xue is Yin Luo's subordinate, so it is rare to respond with a well.

The three of them walked to the restaurant, dealt with all these things, and were hungry.

What happened today, Zhuangzhuang is an explosive event, and Yin Luo has a grand domination to occupy the National Teacher's Mansion as the Princess's Mansion.

In less than a day, the news spread wildly throughout the abyss and spread to other countries.

Astound!

"Yin Luo, the evil star who has practiced in Zilin Nunnery for more than ten years, incarnated as the national teacher said, and killed the Son of Heaven, the crown princess and the Su family on the spot on the day he returned to the palace. ”

"It's impossible, that's her own parents, the Su family is still her foreign family, no matter how ruthless a person is, he won't kill his parents and relatives, right?"

"Don't believe it, I heard that yesterday there was a river of blood in the palace, and the blood was soaring, and the adults who escaped from the palace were sick after they arrived home, and they couldn't go to the morning court this morning. ”

"Isn't this Yin Luo always kept in Zilin Nunnery, I heard that he is a waste, his life is very miserable, and it is rumored that he is like a beggar, how can this be wreaking havoc in the palace?"

"That's right, all of the Imperial Palace Imperial Forest Army are high-level cultivators. ”

"You don't know yet?"

"Know what?"

"Didn't Yin Luo send Tianhan to come back just now?she used some means in Tianhan to hook up with the regent of Tianhan, and the regent fell from the sky yesterday ......," a man said here and paused, and then continued: "You know. ”

"Yes, yes. ”

One to ten, ten to hundred, all kinds of versions are available.

At this time, Yin Luo sat by the window of the street in the box of the restaurant with the cans in his arms, this restaurant is the property of the Night Palace, and the National Teacher's Mansion needs to be repaired.

The street was very lively, and Yin Luo was expressionless, as if the center of the topic was not her.