Qiu Peng's gaze slowly retracted, and doubts rose in his heart. Thinking that the Lingyun Pavilion Master would actually be assassinated in the tightly guarded Pavilion, Qiu Peng's heart suddenly felt a chill.

He had a gut feeling that there was still a lot going on this long night, and that he could not afford to wait passively here.

According to the strange sense between the male and female swords of Zhuzi Sword, Qiu Peng sensed that Xianni should be somewhere in the north of the city.

Without hesitation, he left a message in his guest room and headed north of the city.

Although a curfew has been imposed, the surrounding area of Feicheng is still not peaceful, and the flames that explode from time to time in the distance make the whole city bright and dark, like a ghost domain.

Qiu Peng ghostly walked through the streets and alleys, the cold wind howled, and the sound of hunting.

He followed the direction of the wind and moved forward naturally. Qiu Peng hardly needed to exert any effort, but his speed was surprisingly fast.

He felt that he had become a part of the wind, that he felt the wildness of the wind, that he felt the tenderness of the wind, that he felt the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the wind.

Qiu Peng was immersed in this wonderful realm, and when he came back to his senses, he had already arrived at his destination.

Qiu Peng felt that in this short period of time, his understanding of martial arts had reached a new level.

Looking up at the building in front of me, I was secretly taken aback.

In front of him is actually the house of the second son, Li Qianzhi.

The courtyard of the house was brightly lit and heavily guarded, and from time to time messengers driving hovercars came in and out, all with grim faces and hurried looks.

It seems that Li Qianzhi has returned.

Qiu Peng was shocked in his heart: Could it be that Li Qianzhi already knew the news of the assassination of the Lingyun Pavilion Master, and was now recruiting his cronies to plot to seize the throne?

The unusually tight defense in the hall gave Qiu Peng a lot of trouble, and it took him a long time to come to the roof of the hall where Xianni was.

Qiu Peng cautiously restrained the breath on his body, slowed down the frequency of his heartbeat, and lay on the roof, like a dead wood.

Lingjue extended in all directions, and the locations of several secret sentinels were clear, but no trace of Li Yingzhi was found. Qiu Peng was a little disappointed, where did Li Yingzhi go?

A familiar roar suddenly sounded in the hall: "A bunch of waste! Don't fool me with these indiscriminate people!

"Before dawn, I can't find the murderer of this bombing, so let's come to see me tomorrow with their heads on their heads!"

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps, and more than a dozen tired-looking high-level officials rushed out and left in a hurry.

Qiu Peng frowned, unexpectedly Li Qianzhi was also inside. How did he get involved with Xianni? Does he have anything to do with the dark Ones?

The eldest prince and the second prince colluded with the dark forces at the same time, but the Lingyun Pavilion master was assassinated and killed by the dark forces, and the situation in the Lingyun Pavilion is really getting more and more incomprehensible.

Qiu Peng gently uncovered a few tiles, carefully used internal force to suck out a small hole the thickness of a finger in the wooden roof, and put his eyes on it to look inside.

The inside of the house was in shambles, as if it had just been ravaged by a violent tornado.

The precious paintings and calligraphy were cut to pieces, and the floor was littered with fragments of porcelain and some messy files. The lights on the walls were blown by the violent air currents, and the shadows on the walls kept flickering, fangs and claws, unpredictable, like evil monsters trying to break through the walls.

The second son, Li Qian, sat on the throne with a distorted face, his eyes were red, and his chest was undulating, obviously in a state of rage.

Several of Li Qianzhi's cronies stood silently, bowing their heads and not daring to say a word.

Next to Li Qianzhi was sitting a quiet and elegant gorgeous girl, who was whispering to comfort Li Qianzhi, who was the long-lost Envy.

If Qiu Peng hadn't forcibly suppressed it, his heart would definitely jump out of his throat.

Xianni was wearing a pale yellow spring shirt embroidered with strange patterns, the sleeves of the spring shirt were only three points, and most of the pink and plump jade arms were exposed. The floor-length skirt of the same color, the arc of the jade legs is clear but hazy, and it appears and disappears under the translucent skirt pleats, exuding youthful vitality and mysterious temptation.

Her cheeks were still so beautiful and beautiful.

The crystal charming, bright eyes are constantly changing with the tone of speech, sometimes sad and distant, like resentment, sometimes like joy and shame, shallow smile, which makes people intoxicated and inextricable. Hao's hands are gently shaken, and between the slender waist and slender swings, there is an unparalleled sense of beauty, and inadvertently reveals thousands of styles.

She was originally born by condensing all the essence between heaven and earth, as if she could charm the spirit of the whole world!

Qiu Peng felt that something was wrong.

The following Xianni is too different from the Xianni in Qiu Peng's impression. Now Xianni has no trace of eccentricity, only the charm and charm that is tired of water.

Enni is really different from before.

With Xianni's persuasion, Li Qianzhi's feelings slowly calmed down.

His attention quickly shifted to Xianni's body, and although he tried his best to pretend to be righteous and awe-inspiring, the corners of his eyes were always glancing at places where they shouldn't be.

The topic of chatting with Xianni quickly shifted from the bombing case of the bidding conference to "Miss Tianlai".

Qiu Peng listened to these unnutritious words, and when he saw Li Qianzhi's appearance, he somehow wanted to slap him twice in his heart.

The two of them seemed to be more and more interested in chatting, and Li Qianzhi's tone became more and more gentle.

The high-level officials who kept coming in to report on the search process kept interrupting the harmonious atmosphere frequently, making Li Qianzhi more and more impatient.

He waved his hand and said to Mr. Yunzhong, who bowed his head: "Yunzhong, you are responsible for the search for the murderer, don't bother me if there is no progress in the heavy dà!"

Mr. Yunzhong looked a little disapproving, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only sighed and arched his hand and said, "Yes." He led the high-level people to retreat.

In addition to Li Qianzhi and Xianni in the hall, only two gray-clothed old men were left standing not far behind Li Qianzhi, with low eyebrows, as if they had fallen asleep.

Li Qianzhi looked at the empty hall, frowned, and gave two more orders, and the servants came in to clean the hall, and then the orchestra and the kabuki walked in.

The sound of silk and bamboo sounded, and the lingering singing filled the hall, dispersing the vaguely remaining killing aura cleanly.

As soon as Li Qianzhi chatted with Xianni a few more words, a subordinate hurriedly walked in.

Before he could report it, Li Qianzhi was already furious.

He slapped the armrest of the chair vigorously and shouted, "Get out of here, didn't you say that there is nothing to bother me!

Li Qianzhi suddenly remembered that there was still a beauty beside him, coughed stiffly twice, and glanced at Xianni.

Xianni was holding the tea, bowing her head and sucking lightly, as if she hadn't heard anything.

Li Qianzhi breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down his voice and said, "Okay, just report the matter of the search, just find Mr. Yunzhong to report." ”

The servant said, "Master, there is a man named Hei Er outside, please see."

"Who is Hei Er, get me out!" Li Qianzhi said angrily without waiting for the servant to finish.

Xianni raised her head and said softly, "Then Hei Er is my housekeeper." ”

Li Qianzhi immediately changed his face and said in a loud voice: "Please, please!"

After that, he smiled at Xianni with what he thought was the most gentle expression, but he didn't see the sharp color in Xianni's slightly watery eyes flashing.

After a while, the servant led a tall man in.

The man hunched his back and lowered his head, Qiu Peng couldn't see his face, but he had a very familiar feeling, as if he had already seen this black second.

Hei Er walked up and saluted Xianni respectfully: "Miss, seeing that you are safe and sound, the villain is relieved." ”

Li Qianzhi hurriedly said: "At the beginning of the chaos in the venue, I escorted Miss Tianlai back, fortunately I did not disgrace my mission." Hehe, Mr. Black, please sit down. ”

Hei Er replied respectfully in his hoarse voice: "There is no place for the villain here, just the villain standing here." ”

Li Qianzhi was too enthusiastic, and he insisted on adding a chair to Hei Er under his head. Hei Er said a few more humble words and sat down.

Xianni showed a nervous expression and asked softly, "Are all the people in the group okay?"