Meng Lu raised his hand and walked in from outside. The man was dragging a half-dead middle-aged man in his hand.

The man's legs were broken, and bright red blood kept flowing out along his legs, and along the way he had passed, he drew a blood-colored trace on the ground.

"Your Highness, the prince, brought it."

The visitor was Meng Lu's guard, who threw the man on the ground and bowed respectfully.

Yan Tao put his slender legs together and raised his eyebrows lazily.

Nothing to say.

Seeing Yan Tao's expression cold, Meng Lu raised his hand slightly, and the guard immediately grabbed the back of the man on the ground with one hand and raised his face to show Yan Tao.

His face was covered with blood and could hardly see his original appearance.

Half of his face became swollen, and even his eyes were stuck together by blood, looking half open.

Young Master Yan's pair of peach blossom eyes suddenly shrank.

Subai's slender fingers fell on the coffee table, bowed slightly, and his sharp eyes slashed over the middle-aged man's face inch by inch.

Inch by inch, not let go of any place.

"Yuan Jing."

Yan Tao shouted coldly.

Yuan Jing immediately stepped forward and took the kettle placed next to him.

A whole pot of water was poured on the man's head.

The water cleaned the face of more than half of the middle-aged man.

The face was considered a gentle face under the bleeding.

But at this moment, the expression was almost ferocious in pain.

My whole face was entangled.

If Yan Tao hadn't had amazing eyesight, he wouldn't have seen it.

The housekeeper of the Yan family.

Decades ago, when the Yan family was not destroyed, the housekeeper in charge of the Yan family affairs.

Meng Lu is a delicate person.

Of course, I could see the look under Yan Tao's face.

He smiled brightly, "Master Yan, I wonder if this is a great gift?"

Young Master Yan slowly stood up.

His handsome face as a witchy face seemed to be smiling, "Of course, it can be considered."

"Just Marshal Yan likes it!"

Meng Lu laughed, and a glass of strong wine was shaking between his slender fingers.

The rich and mellow wine refracted light under the light. Meng Lu took a sip slowly and spoke intentionally or unintentionally: "Yunkuo did not come to the main star with Marshal Yan this time?"

He seemed to have no intention of asking Yan Tao to answer.

He turned around slowly and put down his wine glass, "To put it, I thought that the surname Yun was very elegant. I guess many people liked it and yearned for it."

The hazy voice, accompanied by the man's pace, went further and further.

In the end, I could only hear some ending sounds vaguely.

Yuan Jing stood beside Yan Tao, holding the half-dead man in his hand.

"Honor, what does this big prince mean?"

Is it good?

Or evil?

Yan Tao raised his cold eyebrows lightly: "He is reminding me."

If you want to get into evil, you don’t need to send someone over for free.

Yan Tao: "Tell someone to judge carefully."

The young man's handsome eyebrows and eyes were filled with ruthlessness and coldness, "I use all the means, I just want to get the result."

"Tell them to move faster, the faster the better."

Yuan Jing immediately dragged the man and quickly dealt with it.

Xiaoqi: "Master, Mr. Qin has broken through the first floor room."

"Do you want to take a look?"

Yan Tao paused slightly, his expression was slightly surprised, "Breaking it?"

"yes."

Xiaoqi's tone was quite happy: "Mr. Qin has high talent and comprehension."
Chapter completed!