Chapter 78: There is no door to hell, you are biased

Tonight's imperial capital is destined to be not peaceful.

On the side of the Red Courtyard, long-lost relatives meet; In the courtyard of Zhao's mansion, Zhao Xiuyuan was still listening to the report of his henchmen.

"Childe, when the little one left, the Red Courtyard had already been arranged, and Zhao Ying asked me to tell you:

As long as Leng Mingyue comes, she will be able to capture her, and she will break Leng Mingyue's hands and feet, and then offer it to you to play with. ”

Their cultivation is low, and they have no blood relationship with Shen Zichen, and they don't know that Shen Zichen has awakened, and that Shen Zichen and the old prince recognize each other.

"She really caught Shen Zichen."

Zhao Xiuyuan poured himself wine, raised his head and drank it all, his slender eyes were full of viciousness:

"Tell Zhao Ying that after catching Leng Mingyue, he will directly kill Shen Zichen, and then scatter the corpse in front of the Leng Mansion as a warning."

He wants to let the people of Lengfu understand that this is the price of going against his Zhao family!

As for the Leng Mansion, it will be investigated...... Hmph, with Zhao Ying, a ghost who stands in the way, it can't be counted on his head.

All he had to say was that he didn't know!

"The little one is going to tell Zhao Ying." The henchman nodded:

"Song Santian's side is also ready, and tomorrow morning, he will also die without a complete body."

Without Song Santian, the Leng family and the Qingfeng firm could only stand in the eighteenth layer of hell and watch the Zhao family name become famous in Yan Kingdom.

"Find two beauties for my son first."

Zhao Xiuyuan put the wine glass on the table, the evil fire in his heart rushed straight out, and Leng Mingyue's gentle and lovely face appeared in front of him.

These days, he was forced by Song Santian's strategy to be unable to stop for a while, and it was difficult to linger with beauties.

But after tonight, it's different.

He couldn't even wait, wanting to see Leng Mingyue, who had broken hands and feet, and the pitiful appearance of Cheng Huan under him!

"Yes." The henchman smiled lewdly, and as soon as he turned around, he found a shadow in front of him.

He rubbed his eyes, and only then did he see that it was no one else standing in front of him, it was Leng Mingyue, who his son-in-law had been thinking about for a long time!

In the candlelight full of shadows, Leng Mingyue's figure and rippling starry eyes are really like a Chinese ghost girl in Liaozhai, beautiful and charming, and fascinating.

"Leng Mingyue, you ......" the henchman exclaimed: "How did you get in?!" ”

There are no fluctuations, no sounds.

Leng Mingyue, who had no cultivation, suddenly appeared in the most heavily defended place in the Zhao Mansion?

Are you kidding!

Shouldn't she save Shen Zichen in the Red Courtyard?!

"Take her!" Zhao Xiuyuan stood up and waved his hand, in addition to shock in his eyes, he was excited.

He didn't care how Leng Mingyue came in, Leng Mingyue sent it to the door, how could he not accept it!

The henchman nodded, now is indeed not the time to doubt, he immediately spread the coercion, and the wisps of things wrapped Leng Mingyue like a silkworm cocoon.

He opened the martial arts gate, and his cultivation was several times higher than Zhao Xiuyuan.

And diffusion coercion is the most common and effective method that cultivators use against non-cultivators.

This is also the reason why non-cultivators, in today's world, can only survive like rats in the ditch.

They don't have the qualifications and ability to rebel against cultivators.

When the coercion passed, Leng Mingyue stood in place, not moving at all.

It seems to have been suppressed by coercion.

Zhao Xiuyuan and his henchmen breathed a sigh of relief, which showed that Leng Mingyue was still that waste, but he didn't know what special method he used to break into the Zhao Mansion.

"What should this son say about you?" Zhao Xiuyuan turned the folding fan in his hand, so comfortable: "There is no door to hell, are you here?" ”