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"Who is in front? Why are they blocking my lady's path?" Old Zhang looked at the person blocking his path with uncertainty. That person was dressed in white, and was holding onto a fan as he waved it lightly. Behind him, a few evil slaves had malicious expressions as their gaze fell on Long Yueling.

"I just got back to the capital, and the entire capital is filled with rumors about how amazing the alimony of the Prime Minister's Palace is. Now that I've met him, regardless of whether the rumors are true or not, just his appearance alone is enough to make my appetite rise. Long Yueling, serve this king for one night. If you want to enter the palace and leave, no one can stop you. " Long Daomei folded her fan and slowly walked towards Long Yueling.

In his eyes, the figure that seemed boneless as it leaned against the door didn't seem to have any power at the moment. But who knew? If this body was placed on the bed, how ecstatic would it be?

"I remember now, this is Third Marquis Long Daomei. He was a romantic and he is still alone. Although he looked to be in his twenties, he was actually close to sixty years old. It's been said that he has a set of Secret Method s that nourish his face, and he used it … " Old Zhang's old face reddened. He worriedly looked at Long Yueling for a moment, not daring to imagine things any further.

Long Daomei was already a six star warrior, how could the young miss be his opponent? If he wasn't a match, then the outcome …

At this moment, Old Zhang's mind was filled with glorious deeds related to Long Daomei.

Which family's daughter of a yellow flower was carried into the palace? When she came out, her legs were trembling, and her expression was haggard.

Whose daughter was dragged into the alleyway, her miserable cries resounding from time to time. Afterwards, the crowd only saw the girl's eyes glazed over, her clothes were torn to shreds, and the blood on the ground was unbearable to look at.

Who else had their daughter's room broken into by someone in the middle of the night? When she left, only her ruined body could be seen shivering in the darkness …

Although she did not hear the latter part of her words, just by looking at Old Zhang's expression and Long Daomei's wretched and fierce expression, Long Yueling had already labeled the other party as doomed.

"Tsk tsk, what a lustful and seductive appearance." Long Daomei sighed as he walked, his scorching gaze lingering on Long Yueling's body.

Ever since he had appeared, the spectators had all disappeared into thin air. Only a few of them had the guts to hide behind the windows in the corner of the room.

"Prince, my Miss is your niece." Although Old Zhang did not think that Long Daomei would worry about this, he still warned his with hope.

"It's not like I've never tasted my niece before …" Long Daomei licked his lips, and wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, as if he was savoring the taste.

Long Yueling frowned, she felt that the person in front of him was extremely disgusting, a throwing dagger flew out from her hand, straight towards Long Daomei's chest.

Ding.

Long Daomei's face was filled with haze, the sound of the ring and the flying dagger clashing caused him to be extremely unhappy.

Long Yueling's pretty face turned cold as she stared at the flying dagger between Long Daomei's fingers.

A six star warrior was indeed not someone that he could handle with his little bit of strength.

How can a woman's blade be as powerful as a man's?" "Putting the knife under his nose and sniffing, Long Daomei smiled obscenely as he exerted a bit of force with his hand. The knife was crushed into a lump of metal and thrown by his feet.

"Prince, my Miss has not recovered from her illness. Please be magnanimous." Old Zhang clenched his teeth, took two steps forward and knelt in front of Long Daomei.

He could not bear for Long Yueling to be humiliated in front of Long Daomei.

Long Daomei snorted, he swung his leg and kicked Old Zhang away, and the follower behind him walked up skillfully, and wanted to take care of Old Zhang.

"Don't touch him." Long Yueling lowered her eyes and looked at the ground, as if she was resigned to fate, and her tone seemed to carry a pleading tone.

The corner of Long Daomei's mouth widened into a smile. He sent his followers away and took two steps forward to get on the carriage.

The commoners who were hiding in the corners to peek at the scene all shook their heads and sighed.

It was another girl that was about to die under the Third Marquis.

It was a pity that he had lived for thirteen years under the title of being a 'grass bag medicine pot'. He had finally managed to pull himself out of his slumber and was about to amaze the world with a single move, but he was so soon about to be destroyed by the Third Marquis.

If he had known earlier, why not continue to hide in his own small courtyard. Although his days were not easy, he could always avoid the humiliation of today.

The heavens had never cared for this pitiful person.

Everyone withdrew their gazes, unable to bear to watch this scene.

"Miss …" Old Zhang watched as Long Yueling slowly stood up. Her thin and weak figure and her slightly trembling shoulders were completely different from her previous high-spirited look.

The heavens were too unfair. She had been struggling in the darkness for so long, but after much difficulty, she finally saw a little light. It was actually just a spark that had been extinguished in the blink of an eye.

The news of the Third Marquis stopping Long Yueling quickly spread.

Wang Yuyan who was lying down in her new horse carriage and rushing home had a gloating smile on her face. This result was even more satisfying than her crippling Long Yueling with her own hands.

Xiang Hongyi's footsteps stopped and she shook her head, sighing in pity.

On the road, no matter if it was the lord's young daughter or a warrior summoner, after hearing this news, they all felt that fate was playing with people.

Lu Zhenhai took this step full of hope, hoping that she could save the danger of his Prime Minister's Palace. He never expected that he would coincidentally meet the Third Marquis of Long Yueling, who had rushed back to the capital.

The heavens wanted his Prime Minister's Palace to die.

The most laughable thing was that she, Long Yueling, had turned over the name of a prodigy in one night, and in such a high-profile manner, had thwarted two people, and in the end, had mysteriously fallen into the hands of the Third Marquis.

Thus, one shouldn't be too arrogant. The heavens are only joking with you, don't take it too seriously when you have a few good days.

Long Daomei reached out his hand, wanting to raise Long Yueling's chin so that he could complete the necessary steps to take advantage of the woman. Unexpectedly, Long Yueling suddenly raised his head, his cold eyes meeting his, and a wave of coldness engulfed him from head to toe.

"Hmph." Long Yueling let out a light snort, as her eyes swept past him.

Long Daomei felt an unquestionable sense of humility spreading from the bottom of his heart to his entire body. He had an impulse to kneel down and repent, and he felt himself to be incomparably humble.

Long Yueling did not give him any chance, a dagger stabbed into his chest without hesitation, his wrist turned slightly.

Long Daomei's facial features twisted in pain as his pupils dilated, filled with fear and disbelief.

Yingsuiyue, who had been watching all of this from start to finish, raised his eyebrows as if he was deep in thought.

That night, he thought that the guard's abnormality was due to the Blue Phoenix, but he didn't think that it was actually her.

"This is getting more and more interesting." Yingsuiyue sighed once again.

"Miss, you can't." After reading the killing intent in Long Yueling's eyes, Old Zhang immediately spoke to stop him.

Even if she killed a prince, she wouldn't be able to escape death.

As if she had heard Old Zhang's warning, Long Yueling withdrew her dagger. Fresh blood spurted out from the blade and dyed her white dress red. Just as Old Zhang heaved a sigh of relief, he saw Long Yueling's hands sank down, followed by Long Daomei's miserable scream.

A patch of blood red rippled out from between Long Daomei's legs, the Pig Slaughtering Roar caused everyone to regain their senses and take a look.

The scenario she expected did not occur. Long Yueling stood safely in front of the carriage, the dagger in her hand dripping with blood.

Not far in front of her, Long Daomei was lying on the ground, his entire body drenched in blood. He was struggling to move his body, as if he was a duck whose throat had been cut, and was struggling to live.