At the same time as Sister Yun came on the field, the discussion started again.

"Madame's personal guard is on the scene, this is to save this kid at all costs."

"It's not just her bodyguards, she's up herself."

"This ...... What is the origin of this kid? ”

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Anfen carried the bazooka firmly on his shoulder, and said incredulously: It seems that the relationship between Mrs. and this kid is not ordinary.

Sister Yun took out a long knife as sharp as a rainbow from her arms, and said in a cold voice: You are right, for him, I can do whatever it takes.

An Fen's thick lips curled, and he smiled evilly: Is he your little lover or little husband?

A small piece of sparse laughter erupted in the venue, but when she saw the guards beside Sister Yun glaring angrily, the laughter stopped.

"Anfen, if the Holy Lord hadn't taken you in, would you have the brilliance you have today? Dare to humiliate the Lord's Lady here? ”

"The Lord's Wife? I always thought my brother-in-law was a businessman. So who is he? ”

An Fen snorted and said, "If it weren't for my father who rescued the Holy Lord from the sand, how could there be today's Zhuxin Society?" Besides, the Holy Lord's surname is Yang and not Wu, the Holy Lord Yang is gone, and Lord Yang is still here, and it is not your turn to be the master.

I was even more surprised in my heart: Isn't the Holy Lord's surname Zhu? If the surname is Yang, is it Mr. Yang from the Sand Sculpture Garden? How can it be? He looks like a well-mannered scholar, how can he have the style of a boss? Also, what is it like for Father Anfen to save the Holy Lord?

"Xiao An, don't talk nonsense big or small."

Beizun hurriedly stood up and cut off his words.

An Fen smiled and continued disappreciably: Madam, don't always use the Holy Lord to oppress people. If you protect this kid today, can I protect someone else tomorrow? Isn't the Heart Society messed up?

"Madam, An Fen is so arrogant that the knife in my hand can't help it."

"Yes, I can't get used to him for a long time, it's better to fight him, and we will fight to the death."

"A simple-minded fellow with well-developed limbs, if the Holy Lord is here, he must be killed."

The guards around Sister Yun were all furious, and the sharp knives with sharp handles were "buzzing" in their trembling hands.

In the northeast phalanx, many people have already stood up. Persuade, I don't know how to persuade, fight, definitely can't fight.

The people behind An's clone have rumbled up, and after protecting An's group in the center, they have made an offensive in response.

The atmosphere is tense, and the soldiers on both sides are their masters, but they have orders and do not avoid the axe.

At this moment, even if there is a spark, there will be fratricide, death or injury.

A spark will kill each other in the imperial tomb, and blood will flow like a river.

An Fen grabbed the bazooka's board and said fiercely: Today, either let this kid die, or everyone dies together, I really can't get over this stalk.

Sister Yun looked at me with pity, glared at An Fen, and roared: Then come on, see whose knife is faster.

Her roar was extremely rare, and it warmed my heart.

Time seemed to be lost, standing still. Everyone secretly pinched a cold sweat, and I was lying on the ground, and I could clearly hear the vibration of my heartbeat.

An Fen was obviously enraged, he aimed the bazooka at Sister Yun, and said angrily: Today, I will kill you all......

"Who dare?"

A majestic voice of vicissitudes, like a tiger's roar, suddenly sounded in the imperial mausoleum.

Looking for the voice, a handsome and powerful middle-aged man walked out from the south.

After a few seconds of stunned, everyone knelt down on one knee in a panic and said respectfully: Holy Lord.

Squinting his eyes and looking closely, the person who came was Mr. Yang from the Sand Sculpture Garden. Could it be that he is the Holy Lord?

Surrounded by two teams of black-clothed guards, Mr. Yang walked to the center of the field like a mighty emperor.

In the light, he looked tall and muscular, and his angular face looked as if it had been slashed by a sharp sword. Although there was a slight fatigue in his eyes, the fierce momentum of not being angry and arrogant made everyone willing to surrender. At first glance, I feel that he is indeed different from before,

Mr. Yang stared at An Fen coldly, and said with a smile: Lord Xizun, my life was saved by my father, so why don't I return it to you today?

An Fen trembled and smiled with a smile, and said tremblingly: Holy ...... The Holy Lord is serious, I was just joking with Madame.

"Oh, do you still know that Lord Nanzun is the wife of the Zhuxin Society? To humiliate Mrs. is to humiliate me, and to humiliate me is to humiliate the entire Zhuxin Society, what do you say? ”

An Fen's face turned pale, his body knelt on the ground softly, and the people on the left and right hurriedly supported him. The bazooka on his shoulder fell to the ground with a "clang", and there was an aftersound of "buzzing".

Mr. Yang walked slowly towards him, and then stopped and said sharply: "'Se from the heart' is a poisonous weapon banned by the Society. I've ordered it three times, and I've said it, you're so bold, when I'm dead?

An Fen was so frightened that he fell to his knees and made amends again and again.

In the western formation, everyone saw that the master had become a lost dog, and they knelt behind him one after another, not daring to breathe out of the slightest breath.

"Alright, you go, go back and think about it."

Brother Liang waved his hand at the west, his eyes slightly closed, and turned around.

"Just let them go so easily?" I thought dissatisfied.

An Fen wiped the cold sweat from his face, got up tremblingly, and prepared to leave with the support of a group of guards.

He suddenly thought of something, bent down to pick up the bazooka that had fallen to the ground, and a guard shouted angrily: Bold, the Holy Lord has spared you and left, and you still dare to hide poison bombs privately?

This sentence was shouted sonorously from the mouth of one of the guards, which not only made the people in the west tremble, but also made the rest of the people deeply feel that the Holy Power is difficult to commit.

An Fen's outstretched hand quickly retracted like a spring, nested himself in the guard, and slipped out of the imperial tomb in embarrassment.

The whole altar was like a cake that had been cut off a quarter, but it was much more deserted, but it was much more harmonious.

Mr. Yang swept around the sacrificial field, Sister Chongyun nodded, and said: The sacrificial killing should not be delayed, let's continue.

Sister Yun avoided Mr. Yang's gaze, glanced at me, and asked: According to the original, is it still ......

"Well, I know what Wang Hua said, the Zhuxin Society has its own majesty, and mistakes can be corrected, but not this time, it's too late."

"Huh?"

I trembled and wanted to get up, but the three "Sister Yun" around me worked together to pick me up.

I couldn't suppress the grievance in my heart, and tears rolled down involuntarily.

Mr. Yang saw Sister Yun hesitating and asked, "What's wrong?" Or do I order it myself?

Sister Yun hurriedly said: Don't dare, it's just ...... It's just that......

"Just what?"

Sister Yun frowned, put her hands together, and said: It's just that if everything is as Wang Hua said, and the good people are unjustly killed, it will be detrimental to the reputation of my Zhuxin Society.

After Sister Yun finished speaking, my heart suddenly lifted a breath of anger, and said: If Lian Yue is wronged, please ask the Holy Lord to spare him from death, I am willing to resist my life and never regret it.

"Hehe, who are you?"

Mr. Yang suddenly asked, and my heart was cold, and I wondered: Did he forget me?

"I am ......"

"Shut up."

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