My nemesis is not right after rebirth

The patrolman who made the noise was stunned and knelt on the spot with a pale face.

Ji Chen rubbed the center of his brows, only to feel a headache, and raised his voice: "Come here, take it down and deal with it."

The guards outside the door pulled all the people down, and the begging for mercy gradually disappeared.

Ji Chen propped his head on the table with one hand, his eyes were closed tightly, and the other hand was hanging down weakly.

Xu Shaohou was at the side, and lit the tranquilizing incense with his eyes lowered when he saw this.

With wisps of smoke drifting out, lingering in the corners of the study.

Ji Chenfang gradually relaxed, with a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes, looking at Xu Shao, he smiled and spoke, but his voice was extremely cold, without any emotion.

"Ah Shao, come here."

Xu Shao's face became paler when he heard the words, but he still obediently walked over, squatting on Ji Chen's lap.

Ji Chen stretched out his hand to touch Xu Shao's hair, slowly stroked his neck down, took off the human skin mask from his chin, raised his chin, and stared at Xu Shao's face obsessively.

And that face actually looked like Ji Chen, but it looked a lot greener, and Ji Chen couldn't help murmuring in a low voice.

"It really looks more and more like him."

When Xu Shao heard that his pupils shrank slightly, he couldn't help shrinking his body.

Ji Chen only smiled, and soon returned to his original state.

Rong Mansion, Rong Chen and Rong Zi tried their skills in the backyard.

Standing under the tree, Rong Chen pursed his lips, and suddenly heard the rustling of the leaves in the wind, raised his eyes slightly, and saw a sword attacking from top to bottom.

With a movement of Rong Chen's figure, the sword in his hand blocked it straight away.

Rong Zi changed his footwork quickly, twitched the fallen leaves and turned his concealed weapon into Rong Chen, and at the same time stabbed smoothly with his hands again.

The movements are neat and smooth, in one go.

Rong Chen leaped through the air with the help of his toes, and the sword seemed to have his own consciousness in Rong Chen's hands. He sharply cut the flying leaves, changed their trajectory along the force, and fell to the ground one by one.

In the blink of an eye, Rong Chen moved behind Rong Zi, a cold and sharp object was pressed against Rong Zi's neck, and then a pleasant low laugh came.

"The subordinates admit defeat."

Rong Zi was taken aback for a moment, and finally clenched his fists with both hands, pointing down the sword, and opened his mouth as if accepting his fate.

Hearing this, Rong Chen let go of his strength, and with a bang, the sharp sword was sheathed.

After a few steps, he walked to the stone chair beside him and poured two cups of tea.

Rong Chen drank lightly to quench his thirst, and ordered to go on.

"According to the plan, the prince will be watching at any time."

"Miaoyin Pavilion, you can start to attack."

"Yes, master."

Rong Chen got up quickly, stepped out of the yard, stopped suddenly at the door, and glanced sideways at Rong Zi.

"Hot tea to quench your thirst."

After all, Rong Chen also left without looking back.

He knew that if he was here, Rong Zi would not drink.

Rong Zi was brought back by General Rong, saying that he was to be his subordinate, but since he was a child, he has been with him, and he is more like a playmate brother.

It's just that Rong Zi is too guarded about the relationship between them.

In the East Palace dungeon, Mo Zicheng was sitting on the haystack, with his legs crossed, a grass in his mouth, leaning against the wall, staring at Wei Yuan contemptuously.

Mo Zicheng's appearance is too exquisite, it is hard to distinguish between male and female.Now people are in the dungeon, the candlelight is bright, half of the face is hidden under the shadow, and the face is more and more like a ghost.

He was obviously a prisoner, but he didn't restrain himself at all, and he still looked innocent and self-respecting.

"Prince Great Yin?"

"It's you who brought me to this wretched place?"

"I would like to advise you, it is best to release this king immediately, otherwise I, Xiqiang, will not let it go."

Wei Yuan only looked at Mo Zicheng, and chuckled lightly.

He felt relieved that the little prince looked like this.