Xie Chengchao sat back in his chair, his hands on his chest, his brows furrowed.

"What do you look at General Ben? What shady things did she buy? ”

Shufeng was silent for a moment, and said slowly:

"It's not something unsightly, it's just some medicinal herbs..."

"What herbs?"

"Cuscuta seeds, cistanche, eucommia, deer antler, gourd seeds, ......"

It is full of medicinal materials that tonify the kidney and aphrodisiac and cure deficiency.

Xie Chengchao's face instantly darkened, his teeth grinded and gurgle, and he squeezed out three words: "Jiang-listen-listen!" ”

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[In the white space, 323 watched Xie Chengchao's data rise and fall, and the danger was that he couldn't accurately freeze to a point, and he couldn't help but panic...]

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the night is as cool as water.

In the deep darkness of the night, the occasional bird chirps.

Suddenly, several black shadows flew through the air, and the leaves fell.

Jiang Tingting lay quietly on the bed, she slept very deeply, the window was half-closed, and the moonlight penetrated the gap and gently spilled into the ground in the room......

The breeze was blowing, the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and the man in black who was hiding his face next to the bed was stabbing her in the chest with a sword.

Jiang Tingting kicked over, and the man in black avoided it.

The two fight, their swords intersect, and the move is deadly.

Hit from the inside of the house to the roof.

As soon as Jiang Tingting appeared outside the house, he was surrounded by seven or eight black-clothed people.

The man in black held a sword, and the cold swords in all directions were like white snakes spitting letters, hissing through the wind, and stabbing at Jiang Tingting.

Jiang Tingting stood alone on the roof, the wind blew on her cheeks, a few strands of hair were blown messy, there was no expression on her face and she was a little cold, but the next moment it evoked a slight smile, and she looked a little infiltrating.

Xie Chengchao hugged his chest and leaned against the darkness, watching this scene casually.

"Master, aren't we going to save Miss Jiang?"

Xie Chengchao sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"Save? Jiang Tingting is Song Huaiye's secret guard, what does it have to do with us that their own family members kill each other. ”

Xie Chengchao had a posture of watching the fire from the other side.

And Jiang listened to it, and he didn't know where she got the strength, so he stepped on the roof and fell into the house to avoid attacks from all sides.

The black-clothed people also entered the house one by one, Xie Chengchao and Shufeng couldn't see the situation in the house, only heard the crisp sound of swords colliding, followed by bursts of painful wails...

？？？

The sound of wailing stopped abruptly in an instant, and the silence in the room was eerie.

Xie Chengchao panicked for no reason, walked over quickly with a frown, and pushed open the door of the room.

In the room, a woman in a white plain skirt sat casually on a chair with a sword, the window was squeaked by the wind, her hair fluttered in the wind, and at her feet was a man in black who fell to the ground unconscious.

Jiang Tingting raised his eyes to look at Xie Chengchao and Su Feng outside the door, tilted his head slightly, his peach blossom eyes were lightly picked, and the corners of his mouth hooked a smile, dangerous and charming.

"Yo, here comes the living! I thought all the people in the General's Mansion were dead. ”

Hearing this, Xie Chengchao's heart tightened, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, sneered, walked over, and looked curiously at the man in black on the ground who didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

"I didn't see it, the little secret guard is very powerful, with one enemy and ten, Song Huaiye is really a fish, without such a big right-hand man as you, he will cry to death if he loses it."

Xie Chengchao walked to Jiang Tingting's side with a smile and said with concern:

"The little dark guard is not injured!"

Jiang Tingting put the sword on the table and glanced at Xie Chengchao.

This guy has four words on his face: hypocrisy.