Ye Luan closed the window, turned around and just took two steps towards Ye Chen's side, her body paused slightly, and she looked at the old man sitting there who was faintly aware of something wrong.

I saw that the old patriarch of the Ye family, who was over the age of six, was widening his eyes in horror, and his mouth was wide open, as if he wanted to make a sound.

Looking down closely, she found that there was suddenly a very thin line of blood in the old man's throat, and the blood that should have been splashed out was just flowing down smoothly at this time, and the speed of loss was very fast, but it did not make any sound, even when it dripped on the ground, she could not hear any sound.

It's a very weird scene.

It was as if all the sounds that should have been in this world had disappeared, and she entered a silent world.

It's like just a nightmare that's absurd but too real.

This old man who is still talking to himself, who has monstrous power in the Yonghui Dynasty and is respected by many people as the son of the night sky, is going to die in front of him in such an unbelievable form?

She had a feeling that the sky was falling.

She was so frightened that she wanted to open her mouth to scream.

However, it can't be posted anyway.

Because a fair, slender jade hand covered her mouth from behind.

There is a very special fragrance on her hand, directly shrouded in her Qiong's nose, both light and good, if it is on weekdays, she may be curious to smell more, but in front of her, she only feels that she is about to suffocate, desperately trying to get rid of the shackles of this slender jade hand, but she finds that she is like a cultivator in the realm of thought, and she can't even splash a little in front of this assassin.

A slender and beautiful figure appeared behind Ye Luan.

She covered Ye Luan's mouth with one hand and held a short sword in the other, the blade of which was stained with a thin layer of blood.

She was dressed in a tight green robe, with shoulder-length short hair, and she didn't look very old, but her eyes were full of maturity and depth beyond her age.

If Su Zhuo was here, he would naturally be able to recognize the identity of this girl.

She is the second apprentice of the national teacher Zhao Ji, and the youngest apprentice.

She is Ding Aya.

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At the same time that Ning Yuchen completed the crown salute, the battle between Su Zhuo and Zhou Chengjun had also ended.

Almost all eyes fell on Su Zhuo.

Ning Yuchen, who had already put on the crown, Ning Shenjun, who was already holding a spear at some point, as well as Guozi's sacrificial wine, Wu Tingyu, the left minister, and guests from all walks of life, all looked at Su Zhuo tightly, with different expressions.

Zhou Chengjun can speak good ways, long sleeves and good dancing, he has been operating in Lingjiang for seven or eight years, and has made many friends with Shilin, most of the people here have dealt with him, and many people know how capable this Meng family worship is.

It was precisely because of the familiarity that Su Zhuo was able to survive from Zhou Chengjun's men that shocked them even more.

Ye Bufan squinted his eyes slightly, he was thinking-

If it was him who was assassinated by Zhou Chengjun, it was him who had not yet cultivated Yaozhen back then and only had the same cultivation as Su Zhuo, what would the result be?

He has never tasted defeat, and even if he has never been injured, he doesn't know what the outcome will be.

However, he knew that he probably couldn't do it better than Su Zhuo.

Ning Shen will have countless masters in the mansion, plus a broken spear Liu Ning is like this, such a net, Zhou Chengjun regards it as if it is no one's land, and he can't leave with one blow, although he has the merit of a thousand miles of needles, but it is still very remarkable, even if he Ye Bufan, in the face of the assassination of such a person, he may lose the whole game if he is not careful.

Zhou Chengjun is not an ordinary person, but he can't kill Su Zhuo without killing Lingqiao.

Obviously, Su Zhuo is even more amazing.

Meng Mingli's face was already extremely pale, he looked at Su Zhuo, whose qi had not yet stabilized, his lips trembled, and said, "Su Zhuo...... First of all, I don't know about the sir......"

He asked Zhou Chengjun to accompany him to Ningfu to watch the ceremony, just thinking that there was someone to protect him and make a scene for Su Zhuo, how did he know that it would be to lure the wolf into the house and help Su Zhuo.

And what made him even more shocked was that he had lived under the same roof with the monk of Wushengmen for three years, if this Zhou worshipper had the slightest evil intentions, Lingjiang would probably have one more gruesome tragedy.

Su Zhuo nodded and said, "I know." ”

The horror of the Wushengmen has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, from the temple to the government and the opposition, down to the pawns in the market, whether it is a dynasty or a sect, no matter where it is, there may be the existence of Wushengmen monks.

The Wushengmen is like a dense net in the Tianyun Continent, intertwining the darkness and light in this world in an intricate and intricate manner. The more you come into contact with the monks, the more you will be in awe of the word "Monk", because the Monk is not far away, and it is likely to be close to you.

One step away is death and no life.

It is said that many of the monks of Wushengmen are crazy, but he can't see this from Zhou Chengjun's body, from the time he shot to the time he left, Zhou Chengjun has always been calm and gentle, which brought him a deep impression. And more importantly, he feels that Zhou Chengjun is a person with pursuits and ambitions, not like a person who would join Wushengmen for superficial reasons.

What exactly is the Silent Gate?

Why do so many people with lofty ideals flock to it?

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Ye Luan couldn't move, only to hear a very soft and cold voice say in his ear: "You want to become the queen of the Yonghui Dynasty and give birth to a new bloodline for this dynasty?"

She had never thought that such a thing as "assassination" would befall her, she was extremely frightened, her delicate body trembled, where did she still have the heart to answer?

What's more, even if she wants to say something now, she can't make any sound at all.

Ding Aya wasn't ready to listen to what she said, just said softly to herself: "You remind me of the queen a thousand years ago, with the same scheming and the same purpose...... It's all sluts. ”

Millennial ...... Empress?

Ye Luan didn't know why, but it didn't prevent her from feeling more uneasy, and her beautiful eyes opened wider.

When the old patriarch of the Ye family, who still had a trace of qi, heard this, he seemed to remember something, suddenly shrank his pupils, and stared at the girl standing behind Ye Luan.

Ding Aya's expression was very indifferent, covering Ye Luan's mouth with one hand, and holding the short sword upside down with the other, against Ye Luan's tight waist.

The sharp tip of the sword was aimed at the lower abdomen.

She met Ye Chen's gaze and slowly pressed down the short sword.

The short sword sliced through Ye Luan's silk skirt and continued inward, silently piercing her white skin that could be broken by blowing, and blood gushed out.

Ye Luan's beautiful face became distorted and pale because of the intense pain.

She wanted to shout, but she couldn't.

And that's just the beginning......