"Zen'er found it, right? Where is he? Send someone to pick him up immediately, and ask Pei Wen and Chris to pick him up. No, I'll go, I'll pick him up. The queen, who got the news of the prince, said excitedly.

"Yan'er, don't be so excited, don't worry. You heard me say that Zen'er is fine, but I haven't revealed this news for the time being. You know, we only have one child. We have not yet found out why he was assassinated and who did it, and the other party does not know if Chan'er is still alive and where. In that case, why don't you let Chan'er hide outside for a while? The Emperor said.

"But isn't it dangerous for him to go out alone? He hasn't been out much since he was a child, and although Zen'er is tall, he is actually only seventeen years old......!

"No, I've already lined up Chris to protect him, you must know that Chris is a dual-line saint demon master of ice and space with him to protect Chan'er, there will definitely be no accident, even if the killer knows that Chan'er is alive, it is impossible to invite a demigod to assassinate him, right? Rest assured. The emperor explained.

"Then you should quickly find out who the murderer of Zen'er is, and if your subordinates can't find out, then I'll go and ask my grandmother to intervene. The queen said.

"Okay, don't worry, if you dare to touch my son of Ma Junjun, you will have to pay the price!" said the emperor as he hugged the empress.

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"Sister Qiao'er, bring me another jug of rum!" shouted a large mercenary with a full beard and worn leather armor to the girl passing by.

In this noisy, tavern-like place, if your voice is low, it is impossible for the waiter to hear it.

"Brother Mangxiong, you've drunk several bottles, and the commission you earned from this mission is basically used to drink, right?" When she turned around, it was as if two bright moons suddenly rose in the tavern, with a melon seed face, a small nose slightly wrinkled, and a red mouth pursed.

"Don't worry, I took 90% of the money back to Yueniang and my son, and this money was given to me by Yueniang to let me drink. When the big mercenary heard this, he explained, "Your brother Mangxiong is also a person who has died once, I know who to be good to! Haha! Quick, get the wine." ”

"Oh! that's good!!!" Qiao'er was talking to the big mercenary, and a big obscene hand reached out to her delicate buttocks, and Qiao'er screamed in fright.

"It's so fragrant! It's so slippery! What a peugeot girl! Why are you doing all this rough work here? Your Qin Feng Empire is really a waste of resources! Go back to the Stan Empire with my brother, brother, I promise to let you eat it! Drink spicy food! Hehe!" A thin young man with peach blossoms in his eyes sniffed and pointed his finger.

"Alas, doesn't this kid know that this is the Imperial Mercenary Guild?

"Hey! Every year, the fools of the Stan Empire come here to make trouble, and they think it's the same as the regular mercenary guild. Look! It's lively. ”

The people in the tavern didn't look excited, which made the four people behind the bamboo pole young man relax a lot, but they were also very strange. You must know that mercenaries live a life of licking blood with knives, and it is normal to be short-tempered. It seems that they have been here for a long time, and they should know the girl in the blue shirt, so why didn't they react at all? They didn't even have an angry expression, but looked like they were looking lively. Just when they were secretly wondering, a cold, emotionless old voice sounded!

"Keep your right hand, and kowtow to Qiao'er immediately to make amends, and you can still save your life. ”

The cold voice made the young man with a bamboo pole shrink his neck in fright, and jumped between the four guards. But he looked left and right, but he didn't see anyone talking.

"Which bastard is making trouble here!, is the master scared?" said the young man with the bamboo pole indignantly, but the others still cowered in the middle of the guards.

"And now add your full mouthful of teeth. The voice was still the same as it was, and there was no emotion, when a thin old man came out from behind the bar in the tavern.

"Damn! On the mainland, there is only one person who dares to use plum blossoms to decorate clothes, the Sword Saint of Plum, Ma Qingao. The surname Ma means that he is a royal family, and only the royal family members of the Qin Feng Empire are surnamed Ma on the road, Qing explains his generation, Qingzhong is shocked and laughs at Cangyue, and the copper drum shakes the immortal and dances the river dragon, which is the genealogy of the royal family. And the people who can be named by the characters on the genealogy are only the descendants, the collateral lineage, and the branch clansmen who have cultivated to the holy level.

"Stan Empire, ninth-level purple jade warrior, Koyat salutes the Sword Saint of Mei. A soldier beside the young man bent down at the old man, and several other people also saluted. Although the young man of the bamboo pole is lustful, he is not stupid! he knows very well what it means to be a sword saint, even if his father is the Marquis of Ardis who went to the Qin Feng Empire this time, he does not dare to provoke the existence of the saint level.

"I'm sorry, Lord Swordmaster, my young master doesn't know that this is your place. "If it was in the face of other people, Koyat would have already pointed out the identity of the little marquis of the bamboo pole youth, but he didn't dare to face the Mei Sword Saint at all, because it didn't have any effect at all.

"Your name is Koyat, and you're the guard of the boy from Addis, right, who is this guy?" asked Ma Qingao.

"This is Lord Hou's son. Koyat replied.

"Oh, then I won't do it myself, come on, one right hand, full of teeth, and you are not allowed to ask the priest for three days. For the sake of your master Fei Lan Wusheng's face, you won't let him be crippled for life. Mei's Sword Saint's voice was still so cold.

"Lord Xie!" Koyat said, he knew that since the Mei Sword Saint said it, there was no way to redeem it, after all, the dignity of the saint level was not to be desecrated.

After hearing this, Mei Zhijian Saint turned around and walked towards Qiao'er, and when he turned around, his gaze swept over Ma Jingchan who was sitting in the corner, no way, the figure of the Howling Moon Golden Wolf was indeed quite eye-catching. After seeing Ma Jingzen, the corners of his eyes moved slightly.

"Prince, why did he come to Fengwolf City alone? Looking at his eyes, he didn't seem to recognize me?What's the matter?" Ma Qingao was very strange, and just as he was about to walk over to find out, a voice sounded in his ears.

"Old friend, don't bother with the prince, it's no problem with me. ”

"Chris, well, but you'll have to tell me why. Ma Qingao said.

"It's amazing! A mercenary guild actually has a sword saint in charge, this Qin Feng Empire is too exaggerated, right?" Ma Jingchan, who was sitting in the corner, muttered in shock.