Chapter 47

Name：Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort Author：Yi Shi Feng Liu
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The arrogant tone immediately drowned all the whispers. There was a moment of silence on the busy Huangqu street.

"If you don't have diamond or porcelain work, you can't come here prepared..."

"Look at that one or two moments just now, it's not simple, it's not simple..."

After a brief silence, someone immediately murmured.

Hearing this, Ryukyu did not have a trace of movement. He closed his eyes slightly and felt calm.

"Who is it? Who dares to come to our Zuoxiang mansion and behave wildly? " Just at this time, the door of Zhuqi suddenly opened, and a group of guards with swords and guns rushed out.

"It's her." The bloody guard immediately pointed to Ryukyu and said in a loud, angry voice, "what else can I say? Only entry, not exit."

Seeing this, a middle-aged man in charge of the team scowled at Ryukyu and said in a loud voice, "what courage do you think of Wang FA as

The Ryukyu Li, who closed his eyes slightly, didn't care. He seemed to have fallen asleep.

When the middle-aged man saw it, he immediately became angry and said in a loud voice with a wave of his hand: "come on, give me a break of my legs and send them to nine Prefects. Is it the place where you and other children are allowed to be rampant in my Zuo Xiang mansion?"

As soon as this remark came out, a dozen guardians immediately waved their sharp weapons and rushed towards Ryukyu.

Black hair, slowly no wind automatic, Ryukyu face murderous gas flash, whip in hand as fast as lightning, swept out.

A whip, across the sky, in a flash, really like that lightning in the sky.

Just listen to a loud bang, a flash of black light, people around almost did not see anything, has settled the dust.

Ryukyu is still slightly drooping, motionless.

In front of her, a dozen of big men were directly hit by the air and flew out, with a bright red whip mark on their throats.

A whip, just a whip.

A dozen big men are vulnerable.

Throwing away their armor, more than a dozen big men rolled around with their necks in agony, and Beanie sweat came out of their faces, looking ferocious.

Close his eyes and lean against the back of his chair, Ryukyu slowly stroked the front end of the whip with two fingers. On his ordinary face, cold contempt appeared, right, defiance.