Chapter 539

"Dad, Dad, open the door, Dad! Dad, Dad, Dad

The sound of knocking on the door, like beating a drum, exploded on the door, so that the two people who were moving in the room almost fell from the bed.

In a hurry, he put on his clothes. The national master quickly opened the door and said, "what's the matter, chien'er? What's the matter? Is Bai Chen here?"

"Dad, let me in first!"

Mo Zhan rushed into the room and closed the door. Regardless of the surprised expression of the little maid wrapped in the quilt on the bed, he poured two mouthfuls of herbal tea and panted: "Dad, Bai and Bai Chen are coming!"

"What?"

Smell speech, the national teacher suddenly old eye a shake, can't help but hit a shiver: "you say he came?"

"Yes

Hard to slow down a few breath, ink cut more and more gloomy face, will be before the process, dripping description again.

After listening to his words, the National Teacher's face was stiff with great fear, and the color of fear in his eyes was even heavier.

He has lived for most of his life. It's the first time that he was forced by an enemy. Moreover, the enemy is only a 19-year-old child with no background!

Up to now, with Bai Chen's strength, walking between the guoshifu is unimpeded, and he has come twice, and no guard can see him.

If we say that the previous event triggered the ghost, now, for all the people in the national master's house, Baichen is more terrible than the ghost!

Forced to press the fear of the heart, but the palm is still shaking, ink cut heavy thinking, suddenly raised his head, some complaining way: "Dad, I want to say, you'd better tell grandfather, let him send a strong man to solve the white Chen!"

Hearing this, the national master obviously hesitated, but after a long silence, he still sighed with a murky sigh: "Alas! Originally, I didn't want to bother your grandfather. After all, he was very tired to help the Phoenix Lord take care of the Phoenix Temple. Besides, Tianfeng always opposed to the Phoenix Temple. Her daughter's thoughts are well known. But if we go on like this, we will be killed by Bai Chen... "

"Yes! Besides, Dad, do you think grandfather will agree with Chu junran and Bai Chen? And Tianfeng has such a high prestige in the Phoenix Temple, and there are countless people who like her. I think these people have already hated Bai Chen to the bone! "

"You're right! Dad sent someone to write a letter, no! A hundred! I must deliver the letter to your grandfather

The national master put on his clothes and came to Mo Zha's body. He touched Mo Zha's cheek with tears in his eyes and said, "chop son, you're everything to your father. Don't think about it any more. Let's have a good vent here and have a rest early. Dad will arrange to go to your mother's place to sleep."

"Well Take care, Dad. "

Seeing the national master leave, Mo Zhan is quietly relieved. His grandfather is the great elder of the Phoenix Temple, Chu Yuehan! As long as he is willing to help, the white Chen is absolutely ten dead!

He took back his resentment and set his eyes on the pretty maid on the bed. He rolled his throat and rubbed his palm. In an instant, he turned into a wolf with red eyes and flew over

……

After a long night, the stars fly.

The bright sky, just revealed a touch of transparent fish belly white, outside the National Teacher's house, the sound of footsteps in a hurry, will wake up the sleeping ink cut from sleep.

Hearing this disorderly pace, he quickly dressed himself and pushed out the door. There, two guards who had been waiting for a long time turned to look at him. One of them said sharply: "young master, something's wrong again!"

"I...!"

Heart secretly called a suffer, Mo cut quickly toward the direction of the front of the hall.

As he passed through the crowd of guards, his eyelids jumped again and again.

On the lintel of the front door of the Imperial Palace, there were three rows of blood stained heads, just as high as lanterns, and he had counted all of them, no more, no less, just a hundred!

In front of him, the national master came to him full of fear. His old eyes were yellow cocoons: "chop son, the messenger sent by my father They were all killed

"What

Ink cut suddenly eyes dull.

Don't let them out, and don't let them find people, this is not set out to slowly play dead them!

The ink chopper, who lowered his head, faltered backward powerlessly and took two steps back. He exclaimed, "don't we really have no way?"

"How about Why don't we go to the man... "

"Shh

Listen to the National Teacher's words, Mo Zhan quickly raised his head to interrupt his words, and looked around with gloomy eyes. Then he approached the national teacher and said in a low voice: "Dad, just leave this matter to me. Don't mention that person's matter in the future, or let the Phoenix Temple know, we will also cause death!"

"Alas! Well, it's up to you. "The national master is desperate now. If he can, he really doesn't want to go to that man for help. After all, he has dealt with him several times, and he knows how dangerous that man is!

But now he had no choice.

Under the command of mocha, the two groups of guards came to the door of the mansion and cleaned it up several times, and the old peace was restored.

However, this kind of tranquility can only be seen coldly on the surface. When we look at it carefully, everyone has a deep fear in these strange events.

In this atmosphere of absolute fear, people are a little lost. It's hard to believe that Bai Chen drives all the people in guoshifu crazy.

This time, the person Mo Zhan arranged was a very humble maid. When he sent the letter to the maid, he hid it in the palm of his sleeve, but he secretly injected a drop of poisonous liquid into the envelope.

And the poor little maid accepted a jade bracelet with great joy. Then she picked up the envelope, pretended to go to the market to buy vegetables according to his instructions, and went out all the way.

Even she did not know that when she sent this letter, her life would not be far away.

Just as the little maid hopped out of the gate of Shifu, in a corner of the street, a young man in black robes, but with a happy smile: "Oh, mocha, mocha, you are finally going to contact the so-called God!"

Through the conversation with the grandmaster in the tomb of Tianhai, Bai Chen can roughly guess that the so-called Lord of God should be the strong man planted by Wanchao Pavilion in Fengyan Dynasty. As for him, he must be afraid of xuanlao and Fengdian.

This proves one thing. No matter how strong the God is, he can't be better than xuanlao!

As long as the strength does not reach the realm of heaven, Bai Chen has the confidence to deal with it.