Chapter 225

The other side really had a deep intention. It seemed that the killing was arbitrary. In fact, it was purposeful. All the injured people in front of us were male, and they were very similar in height and shape. Zhao Wanxi could not distinguish them when they got together.

Leng junao got up slowly from the eaglewood carved wooden chair, and walked lazily towards this side. His hoarse voice concealed the killing opportunity: "are all the people here?"

When he came to Zhao Wanxi, his deep eagle eyes were fixed on her.

Zhao Wanxi shook her head knowingly. These figures were too similar for her to recognize.

After receiving the message from the woman, Leng junao's deep pupils darkened a little. Dushi came over and said something in his master's ear. The man frowned -

"no one can be less."

Dusk four low should: "can long Luo Princess identity special, no emperor's order, no one can move her side."

Although the voice of dusk four is very low, Zhao Wanxi stands beside Leng junao and hears his words clearly. How is princess Changluo involved in this matter?

Leng Jun Ao's face was expressionless, and his tone was firm and firm: "since she is in Nanlin country, she must abide by the rules of Nanlin country. If she doesn't follow, she will be executed on the spot."

"Yes."

Dushi takes orders and leaves quickly.

Zhao Wanxi glanced at hundreds of frightened men in the courtyard. Her eyes flashed a little bit complicated. She looked at the man again and deliberately lowered the volume: "what is the seventh Prince going to do now?"

From the man's determined eyes, she has been vaguely aware of his intention, but still want to hear him confirm.

Leng Jun Ao didn't hide it. He had a slight hook on his lips, but he didn't have a trace of warmth extending to the bottom of his eyes

She guessed right! But Zhao Wanxi's heart is still a little shocked, hundreds of lives may be innocent, if men really want to do so, or too cruel and bloody!

"The seventh Prince..."

Zhao Wanxi frowned. Before her words came out, she was interrupted by Leng junao -

"if you don't get rid of this person, I can't sleep well."

Zhao Wanxi was about to speak when she heard a familiar sharp voice: "Leng junao, why do you catch the people around us?"

The angry person is Ouyang Changluo. The bodyguard named Zicheng behind her is escorted by two burly imperial guards. Zhao Wanxi's eyes naturally fall on Zicheng's bright wrist.

The man's white wrist wrapped with gauze, obviously also injured like everyone else.

In the face of Ouyang Changluo's question, Leng Jun's face is like frost, and he responds in a cold voice: "I'm not right about people. If he has a new injury to his wrist, he is suspected. "

Ouyang Changluo saw the man's selflessness, and he immediately calmed down.

"What is the seventh Prince going to do now?"

Leng junao still said: "I'd rather kill by mistake than let it go!"

Ouyang Changluo's face was crimson, and his tone was excited: "if you dare to touch the princess, you are the enemy of Xiqi."

However, Leng junao gave a cold smile: "I will write a letter to Xiqi emperor and tell him why. I believe Xiqi emperor will do the same if he stands in my position."

The man's eyes looked like a cold pool, dark and cold, which made Ouyang Changluo shudder and shiver.

"You I'm going to report to Nanlin emperor. You bully people! "

Ouyang Changluo clenched her fist. She can't lose Zicheng. She can't!