Wang Hong strode forward, rushed in, and said with a smile: "Beauty, my beauty, uncle, I'm here......"

Van Gogh's face was full of Cangsang without a trace of expression fluctuation, but between the pianos, the figure had already moved to the front of the gate, blocking Wang Hong.

"Yo, old man, are you looking for death? Uncle Ben was ordered to arrest the traitorous daughter of the Marquis of Zhenguo, Leng Meiying, are you trying to disobey the emperor's order? ”

Van Gogh slowly raised his head, his eyes glancing at Wang Hong and the group of people behind him!

Among this group of people, the masters of the Martial Emperor Realm account for the majority, and among them, some people can't even see through his Van Gogh!

Although Van Gogh's expression could not see any change, he was still very happy in his heart.

If I hadn't sent away the Nine Tone Farewell Adults just now, I'm afraid it would have been quite troublesome based on the current situation of the adults!

Now that Leng Meiying is gone, Van Gogh has only one thing to do, and that is to delay!

Only by delaying these people here and not letting them go to the Lord Jiuyin to say goodbye, then Lebing and them can take the adults out of the city, otherwise, it will be the same as the bad luck!

Thinking of this, Van Gogh replied with a light face and painlessly: "This lord, the little old man can't hear what you are saying!" ”

"Hmph, don't think that Uncle Ben doesn't know your relationship with Leng Meiying, but if you want to protect her, you have to be mentally prepared to be connected!"

Before coming, Wang Hong had obviously checked some of Leng Mingying's treatments, and understood that the relationship between Van Gogh and Leng Meiying must be extraordinary.

Van Gogh nodded and said, "I am indeed a believer in the Nine Tone Farewell, but now, the Nine Tone Farewell Lord is not here!" ”

Wang Hong still sneered, pinching the knuckles of his left hand and right hand with each other, and the sound of popping bean-like joints sounded one after another, one after another, which made people frown.

"Really? Absence? Then let Uncle Ben take a look! ”

As soon as the words fell, Wang Hong took a stride and walked directly through Van Gogh, and with a wave of his big hand, the strong wind blew towards the gate.

"It......'s so fast," Van Gogh exclaimed in his heart, but he would not let Wang Hong break through so easily.

As soon as he stepped on his feet, the old figure had already passed quickly.

"Bumper!"

A few fists and fists collided in the courtyard, and a moment later, Wang Hong shouted, and the red light on the fist bloomed, casting a large cloud of crimson flames, the flames were three feet high, and Van Gogh was forced away.

"Hmph, I just want to see who else is in the dead old man you are desperately guarding."

"Squeak!"

The door was opened from the inside, revealing the solemn face of the eldest lady.

"It's ...... Mrs. Zhenguohou! ”

In the crowd, someone recognized the eldest lady and cried out.

Wang Hong's face changed, and suddenly she realized something.

As soon as the figure was wrong, the body pierced into the room like a red arrow, and staggered past the eldest lady.

In the house, it was empty, not only one room, but all the rooms Wang Hong had already looked through, and there was no longer a single figure.

With a dark face, Wang Hong walked downstairs and looked at Van Gogh coldly.

"Why is Mrs. Zhenguo here with you? What about the cold sleep? Why not there? ”