Chapter 167: The picture is poor

Du Ru regretted not speaking, but just looked at Mei Niang, her eyes were calm, like a pool of autumn water. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

There was an eerie silence in the room.

From the knife that Mo Lan stabbed in his hand to the accusation that Long Baoxing made against Mei Niang, the four thousand city guards of the City Lord's Mansion have surrounded the entire garden.

These 4,000 city guards are the most elite forces drawn from their respective military tents in the four major wars under Du Rucheng's subordinates.

At this time, there was an array of knives and guns, and a solemn aura permeated the entire garden. The participants were all strong or well-known masters in the rivers and lakes, but when facing this row of cold blades, they were more or less shocked by these murderous breaths.

The clothes are sensible, the cold knife is Huohuo, as long as Du Ru repents and gives an order, it is the blade pointing.

Mei Niang also looked at Du Ru regret fixedly, on the other hand, Du Ru regret's eyes were like a cold pool, and there was boundless profundity inside.

With the condensation of Du Ru's regretful gaze, Mei Niang felt that the pressure on her body was getting higher and higher, although Mei Niang also had a certain martial arts foundation, but how could she be an opponent in front of a grandmaster like Du Ru regret.

Although she tried hard to resist Du Ru's coercion, her body couldn't stop trembling.

Just when she couldn't hold on, Du Ru regret finally spoke.

"Rouge buckle, is this going to provoke the strife in Tiger City?"

Mei Niang's face changed slightly, regardless of whether this assassin had been instructed by the rouge buckle or not, Du Ru regretted that he had already calculated the account on their heads.

The only son of the lord of the castle was assassinated at the wedding, and the real bride was missing, and either of these could be seen as a provocation to the castle lord's mansion.

The City Lord's Mansion, the Chamber of Commerce, the Rouge Buckle The friction between the three parties has become more and more serious in recent years, and not long ago, the Rouge Buckle also made the City Lord's Mansion suffer a dumb loss.

This is what most people think at this time, they all know that this is a Hongmen banquet, and the big shopkeeper of the rouge buckle will come to participate, doesn't she know the danger of this, or as some people with ulterior motives said, the rouge buckle will be a pot for the big people attending the meeting.

Lord Du laughed, the rouge buckle has always been a legitimate business, and never dared to have a little overreach, I don't know what the adult means by saying this. Mo Lan's father is from the Central Plains, and his mother is from the Ostonian Empire, and ten years ago, the family of three fled to Flying Tiger City, but they met horse thieves, and both parents were killed, and they happened to meet me. I saw that she was pitiful and took her in, she has been a plain character for so many years, where did I think she would have such a powerful ability. Mei Niang said lightly, looking like she had nothing to do with herself.

"What she did today is completely her personal will, and it has nothing to do with our rouge buckle. Besides, if we really wanted to do something, we would send such a person to do it. Isn't that a recipe for trouble? ā€

"Maybe you're just sure that others don't think you're going to do it, so you just do it, so you can excuse what happened before. The prosperity of Flying Tiger City is not easy to achieve, and it is the result of the joint efforts of many generations of predecessors. But you people with ill intentions, arrogance, and wolf ambitions want to destroy this hard-won prosperity, are you going to be the enemy of the entire Flying Tiger City? I don't know when Song Que stood up with an angry face, as if the rouge buckle had done something angry to him.

"What a sharp mouth. But do you have any other evidence other than this dead man that Rouge Buckle was responsible? With a dead man who can't speak, isn't it too far-fetched to put this hat on the head of the rouge button. Mei Niang raised her eyebrows,-for-tat.

At this time, she became the big shopkeeper of the rouge button, and the pattern and spirit that had been impregnated by the long-term high position were fully revealed.

"Besides, the rouge buckle is not a soft persimmon that people knead casually, the world is just a rational word, I waited for good intentions to come to congratulate, but it fell into a humiliated end, I don't think we need to stay any longer."

Saying that, Mei Niang had already gotten up and bowed to Du Ru, "Since Lord Du doesn't welcome me to wait, then I'll wait to say goodbye." ā€

After saying that, he walked out.

There are a total of three old men who walked with Mei Niang this time.

Two of them have short heads and strong bodies, and look like twin brothers. He looks like he is about fifty or sixty years old, smiling and kind.

There is also an old man who is dressed very much like a captain, Li Xuan has a little impression, when he floated over the Miluo River last night, he met a small boat in Wupeng, and this old man was among them.

Although it was a skimming at that time, most of the objects within a radius of a kilometer there at that time could not escape Li Xuan's perception.

"If Lord Du doesn't speak, you just want to leave, isn't it too unkind to take adults in your eyes." As soon as the words fell, a black whip flew towards Mei Niang's face like a poisonous snake.

A fiery and enchanting figure appeared in front of everyone, it was the blue bird.

When he saw Mei Niang before, Blue Bird had already made up his mind to kill this woman.

If you want to blame this woman, she can't help but be jealous because of her good figure, and she doesn't allow a woman who is more beautiful than herself to appear in front of her.

There were thousands of guests in the venue, people came and went, Li Xuan didn't notice the traces of Happy Valley and his party at first, at this time, the blue bird's brazen shot, Li Xuan found out that Happy Valley was also one of the invited guests.

The middle-aged man at the head sat comfortably behind the small table, holding a glass of wine in his hand and chatting happily with a handsome white-clothed monk next to him.

The white-clothed monk with a handsome face and a solemn face was none other than Master Yiye, who was abused by Li Xuan that night.

I don't know what secret method he used, but it was only a night's work, and all the bruises on his face had disappeared. At this time, he sat behind the small table, looking like a Buddhist master.

The precious long whip of the blue bird has been destroyed by Li Xuan, and although the long whip in his hand at this time is also of the highest grade, it is far worse than that one.

The long whip had already stirred up a clear wave of qi ripples in the air, and it pierced towards Mei Niang's side.

The whistling sound made many men who were in reverie of this woman cut off their thoughts, and with this hand, they were able to split themselves in half.

Mei Niang's eyes did not fluctuate at all, when this long whip with the wind and rain shot in front of her door.

A thick palm reached over and grabbed the tip of the snake-like whip.

The blue bird's eyes were cold, and the long whip containing more than thirty kinds of changes behind her was pinched by others like this, and she was not given any chance to play at all.

At this time, it was a small old man who grabbed the end of the whip.

He said with a smile: "Little girl's family, what kind of whip do you play, if you want to play, you can also play with your man in the house, isn't it too unrestrained here?" ā€

The little old man looks like a stocky old man on the outside, but as soon as he opens his mouth, he knows that he is definitely a veteran on the Fengyue field. Even these tricks are familiar, no matter how you say it, you are proficient in all eighteen kinds of martial arts.

Li Xuan silently gave thirty-two likes to this little old man in his heart, and as soon as the master made a move, he knew if there was one.

The blue bird smiled charmingly, the fullness on his chest was surging, and the majestic energy gushed out through the tendons and veins of his arms.

Yesterday's double cultivation with Xu Yu not only made her injuries heal, but also her skills were even better than before.

At this time, the waves of qi on the long whip were superimposed on the tip of the whip, like a flood spewing out.

There was a loud bang, and a majestic wave of air visible to the naked eye radiated a hundred meters away from the two of them as the center.

The onlookers hurriedly retreated to the back, the long whip in the blue bird's hand was cut in two, and the body was also pushed backwards by this strong qi wave and flew out more than twenty meters.

The stocky old man didn't take a step back, but his feet had sunk more than a foot, and the ground he was standing on was more than a foot down.