The only ones that have never changed color are the madam, the turtle slave, and the sword who enjoys the night...

"Do you know how much sin you have committed?"

Each of the dozen guards is not much weaker than Cheng Feng, who is known as one of the top ten masters of the Demonic Way in the Jianghu. Especially the person who speaks, the guard leader, if he wants to kill Cheng Feng, it will only take one move.

Ghost-faced iron hand, Leng Yan!

Leng Yan is his name, but unfortunately, there are not many people in the world who remember this name. Apart from the royal backup files, even the Ministry of Revenue, the description and resume records of Leng Yan are quite simple.

Ghost-faced Iron Hand! The four words, the unwritten nickname, cover all of him!

Jian Xixin ignored it, and he poured another fourth glass of wine, but did not drink it.

There is nothing else, the help is gone.

Jian Xixin has not taken action yet because the person who came has never crossed the boundaries. This means that if he wants to take action, he will need to spend more effort. For him at this moment, it is not necessary.

The guards had cold faces and did not show any unnecessary expressions except indifference because their boss was treated coldly.

On Leng Yan's face, the scar that was diagonally traversing from the middle of his eyebrows began to turn red slightly.

"Let's just stop, this is Gyeonggi."

Without using his own name to scare people, even if the four words "ghost-faced iron hand" are enough to stop the child from crying at night. Leng Yan knew that this was useless for the sword to cleanse his heart. However, "Greater Capital" would have a greater effect on the place name that has no intimidation for ordinary people at this time, at least Leng Yan thought so.

Unfortunately, he was wrong again.

Jian Xixin looked at the scenery of the Huai River outside the window, looked at the bustling and lively street on the other side, raised his wine glass and put it down again. After three times, he finally had no drinks.

Leng Yan narrowed his eyes and took a step forward a little. This was a test.

The turtle slave who was tidying up the tables and chairs on the side trembled gently and accidentally knocked down a porcelain cup. Behind the counter, the madam who was keeping the books was paused, leaving behind a ball of ink traces.

The ladies of Yingying Yanyan have already returned to their houses. This brothel looks particularly quiet compared to other families!

The howling of the sword, the sound of breaking through the air was slightly sharp. A bright silver that was more beautiful than the scenery of the Huai River drew a flawless arc.

Tick, tick!

Leng Yan Moran lowered his head, he only took half a step, leaned forward, as if he had crossed a certain boundary, but his hind feet had not yet kept up.

A few drops of bright red rendered the dark floor, and the upright body still stood, but the head began to slide down obliquely.

Bang!

The knocked porcelain cup and round head fell down at the same time, Gululu, Leng Yan rolled to the feet of the turtle slave with his hideous head with his eyes open.

Turtle Nu obviously hesitated for a moment, and finally leaned over and began to pack up the damaged porcelain pieces, and ignored the twisted face that happened to be aimed at him.

The madam started to keep accounts again, but changed it to a new piece of rice paper. Obviously, the calmness of the two did not ease the tension. The remaining guards had no choice and stepped into Jian Xixin's attack range.

Another silver light flashed, and the blood line pulled into half an arc in the air. More than a dozen people fell down in scattered flowers, but because there were already three corpses on the ground, the petals were not perfect when they were bumped, as if they were flawed.

The last royal guard, his knife was unsheathed...

With the dull sound of the body falling down, the blood mist in the air became more and more intense. Although the hall was not narrow, it gradually became rich in blood, as if every table and chair were stained with heavy blood. Only the man in white sitting was particularly clean.

It was a bit strange. From beginning to end, neither the madam nor the turtle slave showed excessive panic. At this time, a moving nocturne suddenly came from outside the house, with the sound of the piano lingering, and the magic song was intoxicating.

Jian Huaxin took a satisfying breath of the fishy storm, accompanied by an ethereal music, and the fourth glass of wine fell into his stomach.

"Young Master? Youth!"

"Ah! Madam! Master! Master is awake!"

Chu Ying opened her eyes, her mind was slightly heavy and not clear yet.

He held his forehead with one hand and supported himself with the other. This extremely weak body made him frown deeply.

The air around is bathed in a pleasant fragrance. The gorgeous and unlucky layout shows the deep background of the owner. The ink treasures hanging on the wall have no spiritual fluctuations. It is just a series of famous posts and the character between the lines. Even Chu Ying, who has no appreciation, knows that it is of great value.

"It seems that this time the body is a wealthy family."

Chu Ying suddenly thought of it, laughing at himself and not caring about it.

Being rich is not just being rich. Just looking at the finely carved furniture and the bed is covered with the Tianscan silk quilt used by cultivators to refine magic weapons, it is not difficult to guess the original owner of the body and the class he is in.

But what does all this have to do with Chu Ying?

He is a cultivator, a noble cultivator. All the emperors and nobles of the mortal world are ants that are killed and killed, and they are not even qualified to be a lackey.
Chapter completed!