Host No. 7749’s Law of Mission Failure

Actually...

Really came to help her.

Lu Jian, who was hugged by Yun Dao, fell into an eerie silence.

[I'll just say it, and do it when it doesn't make sense. 】The dog military advisor was very proud.

Don't you think there's something fucking wrong?

Yun Dao grimaced and gritted his teeth, "Is the injury still healed?"

Lu Jian twitched the corners of his lips slightly and gave a fake smile, "Aren't you the one who gave me the gift?"

Yun Dao smiled angrily, he had given her medicine every day!

It shouldn't be half a month and it still hasn't healed.

Unless you do it yourself.

Yun Dao snorted coldly, probably because he was really angry, but he still didn't take back the hand holding her.

His way of walking away super fast when he is angry is very familiar.

Lu Jian was speechless.

At the same time, she no longer had any expectations for her mission this time.

Intuition failed again.

"What have you done in the past half month?" Yun Dao narrowed his eyes.

Lu Jian's eyes wandered, he looked at the carriage and blew a rogue whistle, "Look, that horse is so handsome."

The air pressure around him was getting lower and lower. Lu Jian had a dull expression on his face and remained silent for a long time. Eunuch Feng looked over frequently, with a complicated expression on his face.

The Imperial Master and his young master in black?

A bit tasty.

Lu Jian was afraid that he would really hang him here and not move, so he covered his face and said quietly, "I followed the prince to ransack a house a few days ago."

Not for her mission.

Yun Dao: "..."

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At midnight, a group of cavalry knocked open the door of Pang's house.

The leader was wearing a black dragon robe, with handsome features, and said a few words in a cold voice, "Copy."

Several large groups of imperial guards behind them rushed into Pang's mansion. For a moment, the courtyard, which was worth thousands of taels, seemed a bit crowded.

The men and women gathered together, pushing and shoving in panic, and knelt down with their heads in their hands.

The child seemed to be frightened and cried wantonly, with a hint of muteness in his high-pitched voice.

The prince held the token high and shouted sternly, "If you are not a member of the Pang family and do not resist, I will guarantee your innocence."

The imperial guards suppressed Pang Feng under the crown prince's horse. Also suppressed were the Pang family members, big and small. Several aunts and concubines cried so hard that their makeup was wasted. The matron of the house was pale and silent. The old lady had already been there for a long time. They fainted from fright. Also trembling were the descendants of the Pang family.

The secret guards wore the clothes of the Royal Guards and blended into the Royal Guards to protect His Highness, making it easier to appear.

Lu Jian was holding a fat man under his hand. The fat man was crying with snot and tears. He was not manly at all. He cried and begged the prince to let him go, and begged her to let him go. He was so scared that his fat body was trembling.

At a glance, all the descendants of this generation are almost the same thing. There is only one sickly man wearing white obscene clothes. He looks calm and has empty eyes, as if he has no reaction to life and death.

The prince got off his horse and looked coldly at Pang Feng, who was kneeling like a dog at his feet. He took out his sword from his waist and placed it across Pang Feng's neck.

Pang Feng's legs suddenly became weak. He relied entirely on the two elder brothers of the Imperial Guard behind him to prevent him from collapsing on the ground. He kowtowed down with all his strength, "Your Highness, Your Highness! Please spare me, Your Highness!"

Before his head even touched the ground, he was held tightly by the guards behind him. His lips trembled, a drop of cold sweat flowed from his forehead, and his heart was already half cold.

"You, you, you can't kill me." He said with a pale face, "I have most of Ningzhou's property over the past decades in my hands. I can give it all to you, give it all to you! Your Highness, Your Highness, please spare me, Your Highness! "

The prince's eyes flickered, he twitched the corners of his lips and raised a smile, "I'll spare you?"

The next second, a silver light flashed.

Blood spurted out instantly, and a round thing rolled down. It rolled several times and stopped in front of an aunt.

The aunt screamed, "Ah————murder————"

The sharp voice was almost broken and extremely noisy.

She rolled her eyes and fainted.

Pang Xu was startled and stared blankly as her father's head fell to the ground. He seemed to be frightened. He remained motionless with Lu Jian pressing him down. It was already a bit difficult for her just when he struggled before.

Originally, the woman was not very strong. She had only used skillful strength in previous fights, not to mention that her arms were in pain due to the muscles involved.

Lu Jian watched as Zhao Mingyuan used the sword dripping with blood to kill many people with one sword after another.

The women and children were all kneeling together, trembling for fear that it would be their turn.

It all depends on Zhao Mingyuan's thoughts whether he wants to ransack the house or wash away the whole house with blood.

His black robe was splattered with blood, and his eyes were cold and piercing, like ice. When he walked in front of Pang Xu, he stopped.

Pang Xu was so frightened that he peed.

An unpleasant odor was blown by the wind, and Lu Jian's face hidden in his helmet instantly turned ugly.

I want to escape this crappy place.

Yue.

Zhao Mingyuan laughed, bent down and looked at Pang Xu, who was frightened and confused, "Do you remember me?"

Pang Xu shook his head wildly, nodded again, cried and laughed, as if he was crazy.

"Young Master Pang is joking, how could you forget Huaiyue Villa." His smile was cold, and for just a moment, his wrist moved slightly, and the sharp sword blade cut off his head.

Lu Jian took a few steps back without being splashed with blood.

Zhao Mingyuan glanced at her, said nothing, and walked to the side of the sickly and pale man.

The man knelt upright, with no expression on his face. He was exposed in the night, and his face became paler. He seemed to want to cough a few times, but held back and did not make any sound.

Zhao Mingyuan's voice was uneven, "Raise your head."

Hearing the words, the man had no reaction. He moved his fingers and slowly raised his head. His dead eyes didn't seem to have any desire to survive. He opened his lips and then closed them again.

Come to think of it, he is not qualified to speak here.

"do you remember me?"

The pale man smiled and said, "Remember, Huaiyue Villa."

He remembered it all.

Those beautiful and happy days.

It was the brightest day in his less than twenty years of life.

……

The man was not killed, he was taken into the carriage.

All the imperial guards and the secret guard team responsible for this matter assisted the prince in handling the matter.

The night of November 11th was destined to be a sleepless night.

Released when they should be released, exiled when they should be exiled, almost none of the men of the Pang family survived.

The Pang Mansion, which was full of wealth and aura yesterday, suddenly became bleak and shrunk. The unkempt courtyard was occupied by weeds and was abandoned for a long time.

Lu Jian wiped several necks with the sword with a cold expression. She wiped her sword with the dead man's clothes, pursed her lips, and looked at the corpses everywhere on the ground, with no expression on her face.

tnd.

The wound really hurts.

After a night of high-intensity work, poor rest, irregular work and rest, and a cracked wound, Lu Jian had a fever for a long time. The feeling of dying reminded her of the previous world.

She rubbed her shoulders and looked back with a complicated expression, "No need to follow me."

The beautiful young master sneered and threw the medicine to her, "Then you can fend for yourself!"

He didn't even wait for his attendants, turned around and disappeared into the palace.

Lu Jian was strangely silent.

……

Ning Qi saw that she hadn’t spoken for a long time, [(｀?w?′) poke~]

【Host. 】Ning Qi thought that Lu Jian was hurt because she felt bad, so she sent emojis to comfort her, [o(*￣3￣)oThe villain and the hero don’t get along, so don’t be sad~]

Then it heard Lu Jian pretending to be deep and authentic.

[So the male protagonist just wanted to show off that he could shrink thousands of miles? 】

Ningqi: [……]