In the backyard of the palace, suddenly it seemed that something big had happened, and a figure who looked like an old man struck a gong with a gong and said while knocking: "All the family guards have rushed to the front yard, and there are thieves coming to commit it." ”

The two Zhuang Ding guarding the slave door also glanced at each other, looked at the slaves in the room, and were a little hesitant, but under the tight gong sound of the old family Ding, they also looked at each other, and then they didn't care about this group of slaves, so they ran towards the front yard with a knife.

Seeing that the guarding Zhuang Ding had left, the slaves also looked at each other in confusion, and were very curious about what happened in the front yard, after all, in broad daylight, how could any thief dare to kill the door, and this palace is by no means an ordinary place, there are at least thirty or forty people in the Zhuang Ding Courtyard. But the slaves, who were scared, did not dare to go out of this room.

However, No. 8 suddenly stood up, dragging some heavy shackles and shackles to the outside, there was nothing else in his heart except hatred, no fear, no fear, no fear could not affect his state of mind, these days, in his mind, only the scene of Bai Lan being beaten to death by the people of Jiudao Mountain Villa emerged.

She was so gentle, so lovely, so graceful, but such a girl died tragically by his side, under his nose, and he could only watch her die in humiliation, but he couldn't do anything.

He wants revenge, his beloved girl must not die in vain, he wants to let all those who abused her be buried together!

"Yan Chun!" Xiong Qiang whispered through gritted teeth, and then, he slowly dragged the heavy shackles outside. He believed that the outside of the house was the beginning of his new life, and as long as there was a new life, then he would be one step closer to the day of Bai Lan's revenge.

Seeing that someone was taking the lead, the other slaves were also a little timid and followed closely behind Xiong Qiang.

In the left wing room of the backyard, Yan Chun was lying comfortably in the bathtub. He had been mixed with those swishing slaves for a long time, and even his body was full of swishing smells, but at this time, he heard the sound of gongs outside, and listened to the Zhuang Ding shouting loudly while beating the gongs that there were thieves coming, and he was secretly shocked in his heart, so he quickly climbed out of the bathtub, put it on, and scolded while piercing his mouth: "What kind of bird place is this palace! There are also thieves in broad daylight, which really makes people laugh off their big teeth, and it makes Lao Tzu unable to even take a bath." ”

When Yan Chun was dressed neatly and walked out of the room, Xiong Qiang also walked out slowly with shackles.

"You dogs, do you want to escape while there is chaos in the palace? Let me in!" As soon as Yan Chun saw Xiong Qiang and the others, he immediately gritted his teeth, walked into the room, and picked up his horsewhip.

But just as he walked over, the gate in and out of the backyard suddenly became lively, only to see Wang Yuanwai panicked and led more than 20 Zhuang Ding to retreat together, and just when they entered the backyard, the front yard suddenly sounded a loud explosion. The billowing smoke filled the air in an instant.

Seeing the fire soaring into the sky and the smoke billowing out, Wang Yuanwai's face, which had been nervous, also laughed out loud and said: "Xiaoyaozi, you bastard, the sulfur bomb five years ago didn't kill you, this time I don't believe that this thunderbolt can't kill you." ”

Xiong Qiang was also startled when he saw this formation, the fire in the front yard rushed out, and the huge heat emitted out, even if he was standing here, he felt that the heat was scorching, how many thunderbolts did it take to cause such a big effect?

"Wang Yuanwai, what's going on?" Yan Chun also felt that something was wrong with the situation, and asked a little nervously.

Wang Yuanwai glared at Yan Chun and said, "You don't give me nonsense!"

However, at the moment when Wang Yuanwai spoke, a man in a white shirt walked out of the smoke that was almost invisible, he still held a sword in his hand, his white robe became a little dirty, and his elegant face was also smoked black by smoke and explosives.

The moment he appeared, Wang Yuanwai was trembling all over, his face became extremely difficult to look at, he panicked at the more than 20 nursing home guards who were guarding him, and said in a trembling voice: "Kill! Kill him for me! Whoever takes off his head, I will give five thousand taels of silver!"

As soon as those Zhuang Ding heard that there were five thousand taels of silver, they were immediately blinded by greed and timid, and five or six Zhuang Ding immediately shouted and rushed forward.

Seeing five or six Zhuang Ding rushing up, Xiong Qiang also frowned slightly, looking at this forty-year-old middle-aged man with some concern, although he didn't know why this man would enter the palace in broad daylight, from the eyes he looked at Wang Yuanwai, Xiong Qiang saw hatred, it was a deep hatred, and Xiong Qiang did not have the slightest good impression of these rich and unkind foreign masters.

When these Zhuang Ding rushed towards the man, the man showed a cold smile, only to see his body move, the snow bright sword in his hand was like a silver snake, I saw him dance wildly, and then suddenly put away the sword, those six Zhuang Ding who were already standing behind him suddenly fell headlong, and there was a thin blood line between the necks.

Looking at this scene, Xiong Qiang's heart was shocked, and his heart was surging, his tongue gently touched Tian's somewhat chapped lips, and said in his heart: "If I have this man's skills, then Bai Lan will definitely not die, I want this kind of power." ”

"Ding Wanqi, let's take your life!" the man smiled faintly, and that smile was full of confidence and fierce killing intent.

Yan Chundeng's face turned pale with fright, he was not a person from this palace, this king had provoked such a terrifying existence, he must not suffer this unwarranted disaster inexplicably. But at this time, the man's gaze had already locked on all the people, and anyone with the slightest movement, with his fast sword, could easily send the sword into the chest of these people.

The muscles at the corners of Yan Chun's mouth twitched, and his legs trembled slightly, he smiled flatteringly at the man, and then his legs bent down and said, "Hero, you are a big **, I am not from the palace, you let me go!"

The man's gaze glanced at Yan Chun's body, and he didn't speak, just looked at Wang Yuanwai.

Yan Chun, who was accustomed to waiting for the owner of Jiudao Villa, saw that the man had a disregard for him, and immediately relieved his heart, kowtowed three times to the man, and said: "Thank you for the grace of the hero not to kill, thank you for the grace of the hero not to kill!" and then walked towards the exit of the backyard as if he had been pardoned.

However, when Yan Chun was like a lost dog, he wanted to escape from here.

Seeing that Yan Chun was about to run, Xiong Qiang also gritted his teeth, and the tragic appearance of Bai Lan's death came to his mind again, wanting to avenge Bai Lan, Xiong Qiang felt that this was the best opportunity. Let go of this opportunity and let Yan Chun escape back to Jiudao Villa, and then want to avenge Bai Lan will become far away.

He gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain in his body, and dragged the painful shackles to run, this time he must not let Yan Chun, a bastard, escape.

Fortunately, he arrived, and Yan Chun, who was only concerned about fleeing for his life, crashed into Xiong Qiang's arms. He looked up in amazement, only to see that the person standing in front of him was the eighth slave, at this time the eighth face was cold, his eyes were split, his hands and feet were covered with black and heavy chains, his face was full of hideousness, as if he had come out of hell, and the eyes that were so angry that they almost dripped blood were staring at him motionlessly.

Seeing that he was a slave who was used to being bullied by himself, Yan Chun didn't take him to heart, raised the whip in his hand, and viciously whipped it towards Xiong Qiang, saying, "Dog, get out of the way!"

"Smack!" A dull voice sounded behind Xiong Qiang, this whip should have hurt into the bone marrow, but at this time, Xiong Qiang seemed to be fine, and he still blocked Yan Chun's way upright.

Yan Chun was a little flustered, he took two steps back, looked at the man in white and didn't come over, just stared at Wang Yuanwai and the others, which made him also a little relieved, turned his head, glared at Xiong Qiang, and said: "You damned slave, don't you run away and wait to be slaughtered? Get out of the way of Lao Tzu! Otherwise, Lao Tzu will take your dog's life!" Yan Chun continued to threaten.

But at this time, Xiong Qiang's whole face became even more hideous, and those blood-red eyes just stared at Yan Chun.

These eyes are like hungry wolves in the wild, and Yan Chun is like a prey being targeted, seeing Xiong Qiang's fierce appearance, Yan Chun suddenly felt a palpitation.