The fat man wrinkled his face bitterly: "Sanshao, we are not ...... So what? I'm afraid that some people will say that we have taken revenge for personal gain and harmed the prince! ”

"Dead fatty, are you mistaken?" Ling Luoyu held back a smile: "The prince has an emergency, and it is someone else's business?" ”

"Shh Feng Chenglin lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "The latest news, the queen has a senior brother named Xi Penghe, who is a grandmaster-level pill medicine master...... He said that the prince was poisoned! I'm trying to find a way to detoxify it now! ”

Ling Luoyu sneered, wanting to solve the poison she had given, dreaming!!

"Shhh

The hairball suddenly stood on end, and the black cute eyes suddenly became alert.

Feng Chenglin was still babbling something, Ling Luoyu had no time to care, and she felt a trace of unusual aura.

Pushing the door forward quickly, she silently leaned against the railing.

Feng Chenglin followed: "What do you see? ”

The hall on the first floor of the Dingfeng Tea House is a resting place for those peddlers and pawns and ordinary people.

Ling Luoyu's gaze fell on the westernmost corner.

There sat a tall fat man dressed in a robe.

The hat covers the face, and the face cannot be seen clearly.

Unleashed, she probed the man up and down.

In the rucksack at his feet, a colorful feather was placed.

At the moment when he was locked by his divine sense, the man trembled and suddenly raised his head to look around.

Unexpectedly, there were masters of the Xuanhuang rank around him.

Such a person can pinch him to death with his fingers.

This place should not be stayed for long.

He stooped down and grabbed the rucksack at his feet.

"Whew!"

The cold light flashed, and a long sword passed through the table in front of him, slashing sideways into the ground, nearly stabbing his hand.

Feng Chenglin screamed and squatted: "Damn! What's the situation?! ”

At the door, a man in black stood silently, full of murderous aura.

As soon as he saw him, the man jumped up and was extremely frightened: "Mu Zhizhou, how did you find me?" ”

"Plough Festival, the one you have to wait for, will not come! Give me the Divine Feather! ”

Shenhuang Lingyu?!

Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank.

This is really nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

Plough knot stooped down and grabbed the rucksack on the ground, spun back, smashed through the window behind him, and fled.

"Stop!" The man in black shouted angrily and caught up.

Feng Chenglin crawled back with his hands and feet: "Three less, three less, don't look at it, go back quickly......"

After climbing two steps, he realized that something was wrong, and when he turned his head to look, his head was full of black lines.

"Oh, it's gone!"

The colorful feathers in the man's backpack made Ling Luoyu's heart ripple strangely, and she was invisible in the Chaos Realm, teleporting to keep up.

The two fought and retreated, causing the people around them to scream and avoid.

The capital is an important place, and at the feet of the Son of Heaven, few people dare to fight in the streets like this.

The Xuan Qi burst out, and at the same time that the Xuanba Fivefold Xuan Qi burst out, damaging many surrounding houses and shops.

With the clatter of collapses, the carriage in front of a shop was frightened and neighed and galloped out.

"Ah......h

In the carriage, a woman's screams were heard.

"Miss......" cried, and a green-clothed maid staggered out.

The carriage lost its alignment and went on a rampage.

And Mu Zhizhou and the plough section in the back were pressing step by step, and Xuan Qi brushed the carriage several times.

If they are touched by their mystical energy, the people inside will surely die.

On the side, a man in a purple shirt and a masked face flew out, spun on his horse, his arm tightened on the reins, and shouted angrily.

"Appeal ......"

Looking at that figure, Ling Luoyu bared his teeth in pain: "Second uncle??" ”