Yan Ying's impatient sneaking into the City Lord's Mansion on the night Meng Hu left seemed to Chenguang to be too anxious.

Yan Ying seemed to know exactly where the City Lord's Mansion was where Jade Huang was hidden, a double-storey tower in the west of the City Lord's Mansion, surrounded by a circle of guards patrolling around the double-storey tower.

Ling Wuzhuang was inserted by Yan Ying, and he also brought many of them that night, quietly sneaking into the vicinity of the double-decker tower, and quietly killing, and the patrolling guards were wiped their necks one by one by a group of people, and quietly dragged into the double-decker tower.

Yan Ying jumped directly into the top floor, which was an auditorium dedicated to the statue of Guan Shen, the layout of the temple was no different from that of an ordinary temple, the floor was paved with square bricks, solemn and solemn. A pure gold statue of the deity is placed on a shrine, and in front of the shrine is an offering table, on which incense burners and offerings are placed. The shrine is very clean, and you can see that this is a very valued place in the castle lord's mansion by looking at the decoration and furnishings.

Yan Ying didn't pause, bypassed the incense case, walked straight to the statue, and rotated the statue in the same direction. With a slight click, the statue of Guan Shen spun half a circle, revealing a small groove in the base. Inside the groove is a dark red jade huang, and on the edge of the arch are carved two fiery phoenixes with fluttering wings.

Yan Ying's heart was overjoyed, and just as he took out the jade huang, a black shadow rushed from behind him like the wind, and at the same time as it crossed his head, the pale and cold hand brushed his fingertips, snatching the jade huang in his hand, and the beautiful black embroidered shoes landed firmly in the corner of the shrine.

Yan Ying's heart chuckled, his eyes were full of killing intent, his face was as cold as frost, he raised his head and looked at the man in black who suddenly appeared.

A dark dress, pale skin, and a beautiful face.

Yan Ying was slightly stunned.

His complex series of reactions took place only in two breaths.

Yan Ying brought eight people, these eight people didn't react at all, and there was an uninvited guest like a ghost in the sealed tower, and the eight people were shocked and annoyed, and before they could see who the man in black was, they pulled out their long swords and attacked.

However, as soon as they took a step forward, they only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and it was also a black shadow, and the handsome but cold man suddenly appeared, carrying a scorching ancient sword, and the momentum of a man who could not open it made them frightened.

The two sides are at war.

Eight people against one person, but they couldn't break through the blockade of that person at all, and after a long time, they didn't even touch the corner of the dress of the woman in the black dress before.

Yan Ying withdrew his gaze from the group of wastes, he had calmed down, looked at the morning light that was still standing on the shrine, hooked his pale rose-colored lips, and asked in a soft tone:

"Sick?"

Morninglight didn't answer, she shook her head arrogantly and jumped down from the shrine.

"Kitten, it's not right to steal someone else's stuff." His tone grew softer, and he persuaded her in a coaxing childish tone.

"Who said it was yours? Do you call it what it says to you? Chenguang said disdainfully.

Yan Ying looked at her with a helpless expression.

Chenguang didn't like his seemingly tolerant expression, because once he showed such an expression, it meant that he was going to start deceiving people.

Yan Ying didn't have time to lie to her, he suddenly noticed something unusual, his eyes were slightly dark, and a lancet shot out from his fingertips, passing through the arched window without a sash on the side.

Outside the window, someone avoided the throwing knife he shot, and there was a little noise because of the haste to dodge.

Chenguang's heart became vigilant, stared at it, and looked over, and a plain white figure was forced to jump into the window and appear in the double-storey tower.

The person who came was not so much unexpected as the person who came, but it was very unexpected for her to appear in the double-decker tower at the same time.

Shen Run glanced at Yan Ying, his eyes fell on Chenguang, and he spoke lightly, asking:

"Sick?"

Chenguang thought that this was a difficult question to answer.

At this moment, the sound of shouting and killing suddenly sounded downstairs, and the sound of weapons was connected.

Shen Run's brow furrowed.

He knew that the person downstairs should be Qin Shuo, who Qin Shuo was fighting with, the other party seemed to be many people, his heart sank, and his intuition was not good.

Yan Ying also realized that something was wrong, he walked quickly to the window of the double tower, and when he looked down, countless arrows flew diagonally and shot up.

He quickly dodged, but just now he could see that the torches under the double-decker tower were bright and the archers were gathered.

Yan Ying finally understood that he had rarely been tricked, not by Chenguang's scheme, but by Flame City's.

At the same time, Chenguang rubbed the jade in her hand, touching it, always feeling that it didn't feel right, she raised her hand and pointed the crimson jade Huang at the everlasting lamp on the shrine, and the fire light passed through the jade piece, refracting the dull faint light.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Fake!

Yan Ying has been tricked!

Because she followed Yan Ying, she also fell for the trick!

A burst of anger rushed up, she was furious, glaring at Yan Ying, her eyes were full of murderous energy, this useless thing!

Before Yan Ying knew that Chenguang had classified him as a "useless thing", he had already started to glow, and he had been planning for today for four years, only to end up being a rat in a rat trap.

The pale face was gloomy.

There were too many people on the other side, and Qin Shuo had already been forced to retreat to the second floor, and he was also injured.

The bear-like Meng Hu appeared at the top of the stairs, holding a slender and charming woman in his arms, the woman was about twenty years old, and her gestures were full of the style of the kiln. She was minimally dressed, and large swaths of her skin were exposed, as if ready to strip at any moment.

Si Qian and Yan Ying's men stopped fighting, and retreated in front of their masters, on guard.

Meng Hu originally walked up laughing proudly, the laughter was piercing, like a bell in disrepair, and the "bell" stopped abruptly when Meng Hu looked through the crowd and fell on Chenguang.

He stared at the morning light, and then, as if his soul had been drained away, he went into a trance, and then, without noticing it, drooled down and flowed into a river.

"Really, so beautiful......" he muttered in a daze.

Shen Run looked at Meng Hu's obscene appearance, and was furious, even if he wanted to recruit An Flame City in the future, this Flame City City Lord, he would give him eight pieces first.

Yan Ying was waiting for Meng Hu to lose his head, after all, his obscene image was an offense to Chenguang, and Chenguang would not be soft.

However, after waiting for a long time, Yan Ying didn't wait.

He glanced at the morning light and saw a hint of triumph in her shining eyes.

…… How much does she like to hear others praise her for her "beauty"?!

"City Lord!" The woman next to Meng Hu saw that Meng Hu's eyes were all attracted by the morning light, and she was jealous, pulled his sleeve, and called out coquettishly.

Meng Hu finally came back to his senses, rudely pushed the iris away, wiped a handful of saliva, and laughed:

"Your Royal Highness Lord Feng, you are really willing to stuff women everywhere, you stuffed women into Flame City five years ago, your careful plan is really amazing. It's a pity that you can't count on a woman's loyalty. Brothers, give it to me, all the men are killed, and leave this little beauty to Lao Tzu! ”

He stared straight at the morning light, swallowing his saliva and shouting with boiling blood.