"Master! It was the villain who guarded the door yesterday! I mistook the master's major event, and I am willing to apologize for my sins with death! The sword in Ling Xiaoyi's hand was about to swing down and look at the subordinate who was squatting on the ground, when a loud and resolute voice came from behind Ling Xiaoyi.

Ling Xiaoyi's hand holding the sword immediately stopped, he smiled playfully, and turned to look at the owner of the voice.

"Manager Chen? There's something interesting about you. Ling Xiaoyi turned around, only to see that the owner of the voice was none other than Chen Ang, who was kneeling on one knee in front of the guards.

Although Chen Ang is kneeling, he is neither humble nor arrogant, and always gives people a feeling of inviolability with iron bones. Chen Ang was dressed in black, with eyeliner hooking, and he looked different from the people around him. His long ink-like hair was tied up, and he raised his head slightly, looking at Ling Xiaoyi with death-defying eyes, as if there was still a hint of mockery.

Ling Xiaoyi didn't care about Chen Ang's eyes at all, he just held the sword in his right hand and walked lazily towards the main seat.

Ling Xiaoyi's robe was lazily draped over his body, and as he moved, it floated slightly, accompanied by a vague scent of Suhe.

Ling Xiaoyi didn't seem to care as he passed by Chen Ang, and didn't look back at the little subordinate who was so frightened that he was paralyzed on the ground and trembling.

As Ling Xiaoyi passed by Chen Ang, everyone heard a crisp sound, which seemed to be the sound of steel colliding with the ground, which broke the silence in the room, and seemed to be a sharp blade, hanging above the heads of every nervous person.

However, Ling Xiaoyi's robe floated up, and no one saw it clearly, until Ling Xiaoyi walked by, waved his robe, and sat back on the main seat in a chic manner, and everyone found that in front of Chen Ang, there was an extra long sword, and it was Ling Xiaoyi who was about to kill that subordinate, although the room was relatively dim, but the long sword was still shining with a sharp cold light, revealing a terrifying murderous aura.

Chen Ang was still on one knee, and he saw that the long sword was thrown in front of him by Ling Xiaoyi as Ling Xiaoyi walked by just now.

Ling Xiaoyi's move made everyone in the room know about it, and the already tense atmosphere was even more frightened.

Chen Ang is usually fair, and all the people working in this drunken immortal building are faceless people, from all over the world, even if they have a home, they can't go back.

Some of the younger subordinates would occasionally be full of sorrow because they missed their relatives under the moon, and every time Chen Ang would find a way to help them hand out letters expressing their longing, or find the specialties of their hometown, to relieve their homesickness.

Over the years, since the Zuixian Mansion became Ling Xiaoyi's secret stronghold, Chen Ang was responsible for the personnel management of the backyard of the Zuixian Building. This painful place behind the Drunken Immortal Tower, because of Chen Ang's careful care, has a little more human touch, so that people will not fall into the abyss.

Therefore, no one does not regard Chen Ang as a relative, and Chen Ang is slightly older than others, so this Chen Ang can be regarded as the backbone of this Drunken Immortal Building.

Everyone knows that yesterday's duty was not Chen Ang, but Chen Ang stood up at this moment, the purpose was not to want others to be endangered.

Yesterday's incident is not big or small, but today Ling Xiaoyi's inexplicable picture is that there is no blood, and everyone knows that if Chen Ang didn't speak, that little guard would have died under Ling Xiaoyi's sword.

But at this moment, Ling Xiaoyi threw the sword to Chen Ang, and the meaning was also very clear, in short, today, someone would definitely die.

The subordinates didn't dare to speak, but they couldn't bear to watch Chen Ang die in vain.

There was a terrible silence in the room again, and suddenly a little guard wanted to get up and shout something.

Chen Ang didn't intend to give him this opportunity, he immediately picked up the sword in front of him, got up without hesitation, and put the sword around his neck.

"The subordinates have ruined the master's plan, so they will apologize with their lives!" As soon as Chen Ang's words fell, he pulled his sword with both hands, and a touch of blood sprayed out, staining the corners of Ling Xiaoyi's clothes red.

"Brother Chen!" The little subordinate who had just tried to get up and shout ignored the obstruction of the people around him at this moment, and rushed forward directly to hug Chen Ang's body who was falling straight down, and the other kneeling subordinates in the room were also about to move because of Chen Ang's self-slaughter, and the atmosphere in the room instantly became sad.

"Remember, I don't leave any waste here." Ling Xiaoyi sat lazily on the main seat, and Ji Qing on the side also trembled when he saw this scene, but he didn't show anything, he still had an indifferent look.

The little guard who was sitting on the ground just now looked at the lifeless Chen Ang in disbelief at this moment, tears gradually slipped down, he caught a glimpse of Ling Xiaoyi who didn't care, his heart was itching with hatred, he got up on his own, and stumbled to the side of Chen Ang's body.

No one noticed that one of the guards in the corner saw Chen Ang kill himself, and the corners of his mouth sketched a sinister smile.

When the little guard ran to Chen Ang's side, the guard with a sinister smile in the corner also noticed all this, and he quietly pulled out a dagger from his waist and slowly approached the little guard.

The little guard saw that Chen Ang was covered in blood, and his kind face gradually lost its color, he remembered the past, and he remembered that Chen Ang died because of himself, and because of his own negligence, he caused the death of Brother Chen. The more he thought about it, the more he hated, and then quickly picked up the long sword that Chen Ang had thrown aside, and stared at Ling Xiaoyi with hatred.

Ling Xiaoyi noticed him, but he didn't make any moves, as if this little guard didn't pose the slightest threat to him.

Ji Qing, who was beside Ling Xiaoyi, saw the movements of the little guard, and silently clenched his fists.

Everyone's attention was on Chen Ang, and almost no one noticed the little guard. It wasn't until the little guard rushed towards Ling Xiaoyi with his sword in his hand that he realized that the little guard wanted to avenge Chen Ang.

When everyone was about to step forward to stop them, the little guard's body suddenly froze, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. Only then did everyone see that behind the little guard, another guard in the same uniform was standing, holding a blood-stained dagger in his hand. As he drew the dagger, the little guard's soul seemed to be drawn out with it, and his body fell straight to the ground. The sword in his hand also slammed into the ground beside him, and the blood quickly spread on the ground.

"Song Zhi, what are you doing!" Everyone knew that Chen Ang exchanged his life for the life of this little guard, but he never thought that this little guard was killed by Song Zhi, and his eyes were red for a while.

"Master, Chen Ang lied, he was in charge of guarding it yesterday, and he still wanted to commit murder at the moment, which shows that he has already rebelled! The subordinates thought that Chen Ang was shielding him like this, and the two of them must be in a group! Song Zhi threw down the dagger that was still dripping with blood, with a weird smile on his lips, he wanted to kneel down in front of Ling Xiaoyi on one knee, and said hypocritically: "The subordinates are just protecting the master, and they are heavier, and they ask the master to punish them." ”