"Whoa, whoa, whoa·······"

In the middle of the night, the originally moonlit and starry sky suddenly became cloudy, and it began to rain sparsely, Liang Mantian tilted his head, pillowed his arms under the back of his head, and watched the raindrops on the skylight gradually become larger, turning into a torrential rain that was enough to kill everything.

"Knock ······"

Sure enough, when the sound of the ghost knocking on the door sounded, a faint sound of footsteps sounded on the roof, Liang Mantian grabbed the sword next to him, and a carp stood up, pushed open the door and jumped onto the roof.

"Who's coming?"

"Come and take your dog's life!"

On the roof, Liang Mantian had enough internal strength of the dantian, so the voice was extremely loud and sound, but in this sudden rainstorm, it looked a little weird and pale.

"Hmph, that depends on whether you have the ability to do this!"

The black-clothed assassin and Liang Mantian's loud reprimand quickly alarmed the guards in the palace, but the assassin didn't seem to be in love with war, but after a little entanglement, he turned around and disappeared into the dark night.

"Someone, catch the assassin!"

The little guards in the palace beat Luo and beat the drums, and ran around in the night in the heavy rain. In less than a quarter of an hour, it alarmed the entire Tainu Palace, and also woke up the drunken young marshal in the next room of Liang Mantian.

"Mantian, how are you?"

Liang Mantian held the sword in her right hand, covered her arm with her left hand, and the blood flowed out as if she didn't want money, and it didn't take long for her face to turn very pale.

"It's fine, it's just a little bit of skin, and it's out of the way."

Liang Mantian handed Chu Ruixue a reassuring look, still standing alone in the rain, looking a little embarrassed. Just when Ruixue wanted to say something, Liang Mantian suddenly felt that his feet were off the ground, and when he looked at it again, he actually fell into Chu Shaoqing's arms so steadily.

"Chu... Young Master Chu? When did you stand here? ”

This is the last time she and Chu Shaoqing have posted since Liang Mantian remembered, she is also a normal woman of flesh and blood, okay, being held in the arms of such a peerless handsome guy, everyone will be a little nervous.

"Just here."

Chu Shaoqing pursed his lips, with a cold face, looking a little displeased, what's the matter, who provoked our eldest prince Chu? Is it tired and crooked?

In the blink of an eye, Liang Mantian didn't have time to answer Chu Shaoqing's words, so she hugged her tightly in the bedroom of the front hall, and as soon as Liang Mantian opened his mouth to say something, Mo Ziye appeared in front of Liang Mantian with the small bamboo basket full of poison last time, and behind him, there was a nervous Baili Yunfei.

"Uh·······"

Liang Mantian actually wanted to ask, what kind of configuration is this? How did the two of them get here together? It's just that before the words were spoken, he was forced back by Mo Ziye's cold eyes.

"Dead woman, you have a lot of enemies. Reached! ”

Mo Ziye unceremoniously threw the small bamboo basket on the table, and motioned for Liang Mantian to stretch out his injured arm. It's just that as soon as Liang Mantian saw the small basket, he instinctively remembered the melted corpse, and his heart was a little stunned. Subconsciously, she dodged back and leaned in the direction of Chu Shaoqing.

"Move again, move again, I'll poison you!"

Mo Ziye grabbed Liang Mantian's hand roughly, and used his strength a little unhappily, and Liang Mantian immediately grinned in pain.

"Mo Gongzi!"

Baili Yunfei, who was standing on the side, couldn't stand it anymore, he took out his hand to hold Mo Ziye's arm, and his face looked a little cold.

"Humph! Let go. ”

Mo Ziye looked at Baili Yunfei with displeasure.

"Yunfei!"

Liang Mantian looked at Baili Yunfei anxiously, while Chu Shaoqing behind her had an expression that had nothing to do with him, and unhurriedly wiped Liang Mantian's wet hair with a towel.

In the room, the four people have their own ghosts and have different moods, and the prelude to this night rain assassination has just begun.