Concubine Yao, you are too presumptuous!

"Suffer to death!"

A gust of cold wind blew from behind him, but the sound penetrated into the skin from all directions, as if it wanted to tear people apart.

Yun Ran stood still in the distance, flashed the Zixia sword in his hand, and the sword pierced straight into the shattered Buddha statue. The sound of the sword's cry forced the sound made by Leng Moyan to be overwhelmed.

Yun Ran opened her eyes at this moment, and the Xueying Sword in Leng Moyan's hand was only half an inch away from her. She immediately pointed at the sword, and an invisible sword energy hit Leng Moyan's chest, but it was still a beat slower. Leng Moyan's sword also pierced Yunran's abdomen for more than half an inch.

The two retreated ten feet away, neither of them dared to get close to each other. Yunran accumulated strength in his palm, and with a burst of gravity, he took back the sword stabbed in the Buddha statue.

Yunran touched her abdomen, where the warm liquid slowly flowed down. She hadn't been injured for a long time, and she hadn't been in the arena for a long time. There are already so many rising stars in this arena, and the owner of the Jueyin Pavilion is even more The outstanding one among them saw that she was hit by Wujian with one of his moves, but she still stood there as if nothing had happened, probably because her internal energy attainment is also very high.

"You are very good."

Yunran hit the Zixia sword on his waist, and saw the Zixia sword retracted neatly to his waist, like a decoration on a belt.

"It's worth my shot without a sword."

Yunran accumulated power in his palm, condensed his fingertips, Leng Moyan held back the heaving of his chest, and sneered: "I can't beat you, but it's worth living to see the sword god's martial arts, but the Jueyin Pavilion won't just stop here Let go, farewell!"

Leng Moyan leaped into the dark night, Yunran dissipated the internal force in his palm, stared at the place where the person left just now, dazed...

Why do I feel that this person is a little familiar...but this is the first time they have met.

Leng Moyan walked a long way, and when he reached a small stream, he took off his mask, spat out a mouthful of blood, and the churning feeling in his chest was better, but the place where he was hit by Wujian felt as if he had been stabbed by a sword. It hurts like a heart-pounding pain, hurting the meridians and lungs.

"Huh...huh..."

However, her goal has already been achieved. To involve Yunran in the arena, to cause trouble for her, and to delay her return to the palace, it will be easier for Gong Xianqing to act...

She lay powerlessly by the stream, let the cool water of the stream hit her body, and kept awake...

"Mother... I will definitely do it... I will avenge you... I will rectify the name of the eldest grandson's family... let the dead eldest grandson rest in peace..."

Southern Chu Kingdom, Imperial Palace, Fengluan Palace.

Looking at Yunran's letter, Nan Qianmo said that there was some turmoil in the world, and many spearheads were pointed at Biluo Palace, and there were many masters in the Jueyin Pavilion. She didn't dare to be careless, so she asked to stay in Biluo Palace for a little longer.

Nan Qianmo sighed after reading the letter, and said, "Tell Yun Ran, be careful in everything."

Nan Qianmo handed the letter back to Yingwei, saying, "I remember destroying the letter."

After speaking, Nan Qianmo summoned the second batch of shadow guards.

"Send someone to Beichen Country to investigate Su Yiru, and report everything in detail."

"Yes!"

After Nanqianmo finished his work here, he went to the Hall of Qianhe to guide Emperor Wu. Since the last time an official was killed, such a thing had not happened for a long time. With the assistance of Mo and Ge Shuping, it was convincing, and there was no wind or waves in the court for the time being.

"It's just the emperor's grandmother, I still care about Feng Ziye."

Emperor Wu sighed as he looked at the memorial in his hand. He was a born emperor, and as long as some hidden worries were not removed for a day, his heart would not be at ease.

"Well, the emperor, what do you want to do?"

Nan Qianmo smiled softly, seeing Emperor Wu's growing up, she felt very comforted, although he is still a child now, but the future can be expected.

"I want to cultivate some hidden piles and bright piles."

Emperor Wu pondered and opened his mouth, only with these dark forces would he be able to obtain more information.

"Can the imperial grandmother help me?"

Emperor Wu raised his eyes to look at Nan Qianmo, Nan Qianmo touched Emperor Wu's head with a smile, and said with a fond smile, "Okay."

Nan Qianmo took out a black jade pendant engraved with the word 'Emperor' from his bosom, and handed it to Emperor Wu.

"This is the shadow guard token belonging to the past emperors. Take it and learn how to mobilize these people."

Emperor Wu held the gentle jade pendant in his hand, as if he had picked up the first power that belonged to him.

"Aijia will give these to you little by little."

Nan Qianmo said seriously, then pointed to the jade pendant in Emperor Wu's hand and said, "This is your first power, remember to use it well."

Nan Qianmo didn't say how to mobilize these people, she wanted Emperor Wu to learn how to control his own power, and handing over the jade pendant to him was equivalent to handing over ownership to him.

"I understand the emperor's grandmother."

It was already night when Nan Qianmo came back from Qianhe Hall. After a busy day, she wanted to go to bed after taking a bath.

The warm water in the tub relieved fatigue a little bit, Nan Qianmo closed his eyes, soaked in the tub, and relaxed himself.

At this time, a pair of hands fell on his shoulders, and they were gently kneaded. This made Nan Qianmo very helpful. After all, after a long day of exhaustion, a massage is also a good choice.

"Your skills are getting better and better."

Nan Qianmo thought it was the maid who had been serving her in the bath, but the person behind her didn't answer, which made Nan Qianmo feel that something was wrong, so she immediately opened her eyes.

The man suddenly stuck close to her, and the familiar cold fragrance came, and Nan Qianmo was so frightened that she wanted to get up, but was held down in the tub by the man.

"If you don't want me to see your beautiful body, just sit down, my empress dowager."

Gong Xianqing's slightly charming voice came, and the heat sprayed in his ears, making Nan Qianmo shrink back unconsciously.

"Who... who let you in!?"

Nan Qianmo was obviously a little flustered, not to mention that she was undressed now, and she was still in a place like a bathtub where she could not resist. The string is clear.

Gong Xianqing smiled, without Yun Ran, everyone in Fengluan Palace knew that Nan Qianmo was good to her, and no one dared to stop her, so she walked in naturally.

"It's not important, what's important is...do you want me, come in?"

Gong Xianqing's words were full of ambiguity, even a little bit of love and desire, Nan Qianmo was not sure what Gong Xianqing meant, but her heart was beating so fast that even her neck was stained. Pink.

"You, you go out first, let me get dressed first."

Nan Qianmo spoke in an orderly tone, but Gong Xianqing was unmoved, and still put his hand on Nan Qianmo's shoulder, and gradually moved forward, touching his collarbone in one fell swoop.

"You don't need to wear it...what a hassle..."

Gong Xianqing smiled charmingly, Nan Qianmo wasn't sure what she meant, but thinking about evil, she could be somewhat similar, but she didn't know that this person could say such bad things.

"Gong Xianqing!"

Nan Qianmo was a little flustered, and immediately grabbed Gong Xianqing's flustered hands. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the man grabbed the back of his neck with one breath, and twirled his sweet tongue gently, which made Nan Qianmo slap her With a shiver, the pores all over his body stood up.

"Gong... Gong Xianqing...!"

Nan Qianmo wanted to drive away Gong Xianqing but found that she couldn't because she felt that her body was gradually softening.

"No...no..."

Gong Xianqing kissed the back of Nan Qianmo's ear, and kept teasing her. Nan Qianmo's refusal had already turned into a heavy gasp, and she gradually tightened her grip on Gong Xianqing's hand.

Yes, Nan Qianmo is very nervous now, but with a bit of anticipation...

Southern Chu Kingdom, Lishang Prefecture, Prince's Mansion.

Feng Ziye stepped on the chair, supported his head with one hand, and looked sideways at the dancing girl, but his eyes were extremely cold.

Jueyin Pavilion will no longer accept the business of killing court officials in the short term. He wants to borrow a knife to kill people, and his wishful thinking of attacking Nan Qianmo has failed again. Moreover, he also discovered Nan Qianmo's hidden piles before, although he killed them all. However, it is estimated that Nan Qianmo must have known about the private soldiers. Fortunately, the location and number of people have not been found out, otherwise he would not be able to sit here safely.

It's just that he has to be more careful, Nan Qianmo will definitely not let him go... The deal with the Jueyin Pavilion before, I'm afraid it will also speed up the progress.

Just when he was thinking about things, a dancer made a mistake, stepped on her skirt and fell down, the sound of music around her suddenly stopped, and Feng Ziye also recovered from his distant thoughts.

He smiled coldly and said, "Come here."

The dancer was so frightened that she immediately knelt on the ground and said: "My lord, spare my life, my lord, spare my life!"

Feng Ziye smiled lowly, and said again: "What are you afraid of, come here."

Seeing Feng Ziye laughing, the dancing girl guessed that she would not punish her severely, so she walked over and approached Feng Ziye, and Feng Ziye hugged her in his arms.

The tip of his nose pressed against the dancer's neck, and he took a deep breath.

"It's so beautiful, it's really delicious..."

But the dancer girl was very scared, trembling all over, when she was about to thank Feng Ziye for her appreciation, Feng Ziye bit her by the throat with great force, penetrating into the flesh and bone.

Everyone turned their heads away, and You even fainted on the spot. The dancer screamed a few times and then fell silent again.

Feng Ziye threw the dancing girl on the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and smiled sinisterly, as if Shura from hell, without her usual dandy appearance.

"Wang... the blood demon skill of the prince is going to be advanced again?"

A guard beside him asked respectfully, but he couldn't help being afraid, even his voice trembled.Whenever Feng Ziye's blood demon skill needs to be advanced, he needs a lot of human blood. He has seen this kind of terrifying scene many times.

"Well... Throw her to the dogs!"

Feng Ziye looked at the dead dancer coldly, said something casually, got up and left, and the guard looked timidly at the dancer whose throat had been bitten off... the blood in the throat had already been dyed black …

It seems that Feng Ziye's ninth level of blood demon kung fu has already reached the sixth level of 'Hundred Poisons'.