Chapter 238: Hands-on

Chapter 238:

These words instantly piqued her interest.

"Do you know his identity?"

The two of them said in unison, "I don't know! ”

Murong Nanci: "......" She wants to beat someone! It's a pity that I can't beat it!

Ye Lianrong looked at this white-clothed young man, it turned out that he was the waste son of the Murong family who was incapable of his own strength in his father's mouth recently, but could such a person with such a breeze and bright moon temperament really be such an unbearable person in the legend?

Looking at the teenagers following him, they are not simple characters!

His elegant conversation, with an extremely bright color, makes people can't help but want to get close.

Since the appearance of this group of people in black, there is not a single person left standing at the door to watch the lively people running, and the streets are empty, only the fallen leaves lifted by the breeze float in the air with the wind.

At this time, the aura in the shop was even more condensed, and the battle was almost imminent.

It's just because the black-robed leader didn't give orders that there was this temporary peace!

It's just that everyone understands in their hearts that this is a problem that can't be avoided at all and can't be solved in a gentle way, waiting for a flashpoint.

But today's leader seemed to be in a very good mood, and he didn't open up for a long time, but he felt that the dozen or so black-robed people behind him were trembling.

It seems that she is a really dangerous person, and I don't know if their boss took out his hole cards to deal with her this time?

"Have you thought about it? Murong Nan's resignation! The man's deep voice sounded again, as if he were a devil urging people to hell, and his eyes were full of amusement, as if he was enjoying the game.

"Brothers, get rid of these people first!" At this moment, the killer man of the Killer Pavilion suddenly spoke, and she clearly saw the gloom and irritability that flashed slightly in the eyes of the black-robed man.

In an instant, the man from the Killer Pavilion fell to the ground and did not move, a very small red line appeared on his neck, and blood quickly flowed all over the ground.

But the black-robed man didn't look at this scene without any other expression, he just looked at the people in the Killer Pavilion coldly with his eyes, and the meaning in his eyes was who else they wanted to get rid of!

"You, you!" The other killer of the Killer Pavilion looked at the man on the ground with anger in his eyes.

"How dare you do this, who are you?"

"You'd better get out of here, or you'll end up with the same fate as him!" Another black-robed man stepped forward and said, his voice full of menace.

"Do it!" The two groups of people began to quarrel, and the leader of the black robe had nothing to do with it, and his indifferent eyes were extremely frightening.

The leader of the other group of people said directly, "I'm sorry! "I just can't tell it!

The knife on this side comforted them regardless of the situation on their side, and directly began to attack Bai Mo's group of people, obviously they wanted to take Mo Lingyue away.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, you must protect the princess!" Murong Nanci didn't have a chance to come over to help.

"You still have the energy to worry about others!" The man seemed to be mocking something, "Why don't you show yourself!" Your companion is in trouble, how can you not be saved! The man's eyes were almost deep in the direction of her eyes, and the words really surprised her, could he see through himself?

"Nan Ci, take care of yourself!" Although Mo Lingcheng didn't know the situation here, he still looked at Murong Nanci with a trace of worry. After all, Murong Nanci is really weak, and it is really dangerous for these people of unknown origin to find him.

But now he himself is a doppelganger, these people are really bold!

Knowing that he is the crown prince, he doesn't have the slightest fear, it seems that some people in the palace are really lawless.

But who?