Chapter 643： Take the person away in public

Chapter 643: Taking the person away in public

The guards stepped forward to drive away the old man.

The old man's body swayed, and he was behind the guard in a blink of an eye: "Old man, I don't like to take detours the most. How about... hiccup... can you all take a detour?"

Prince Changyang didn't even see Lao Dao's figure clearly. He came over and immediately raised his hand, making his entourage alert.

Zhan Yi and Qian Fu also faintly appeared in the scene ahead, riding horses forward.

"Senior, can you do me a favor?" Zhan Yi could tell at a glance that the old man was no ordinary person.

The old Taoist burped drunkenly, but instead of letting go, he lay down on his side, raised the wine bottle and took a sip.

Zhan Yi frowned, not understanding the other party's intention.

Prince Helian and Prince Changyang secretly guessed that they might be members of the royal faction.

"Come here, tie up this crazy old man." Old Prince Helian got off the carriage.

The guards received the order and all stepped forward to grab the person lying on the ground. Before everyone bent down and touched the person with their big hands, a strong wind blew in front of them. When they took a closer look, there was still someone on the ground.

Zhan Yi and the others watched helplessly as the people on the ground disappeared in the blink of an eye. They were shocked and turned around to look for them.

"bump"

There was an explosion.

Before anyone could react, a voice came from their ears.

The huge carriage exploded behind, and a crystal coffin filled with ice appeared in everyone's sight.

Dean Chen, Qian Fanji, Gu Shuo, and Zhan Chi were startled at first, and then became alert.

The onlookers crowded forward in a noisy manner. They were fresh and shocked when they saw the crystal coffin. They could vaguely see a child lying in the coffin.

Qian Fanji and others dismounted and gathered around the coffin. The carriage suddenly exploded. They didn't even notice the fluctuations in their internal energy. The person who took action was definitely a top expert.

Du Yi and Luo Wen looked around with stern expressions. "Ouch, tsk, tsk, tsk, it's exactly the same." The old Taoist stood on the coffin at some point and could see the little baby clearly through the coffin at close range.

Gu Shuo, Zhan Chi, and almost everyone seeing off Du Yi saw this scene with red eyes, and their swords came out instantly.

Sword energy came from all directions, and the old Taoist just rolled his eyes, flicked his sleeves and robes, and seemed to perform a dazzling dance. The long swords seemed to be attracted by suction and gathered together uncontrollably.

More than a dozen long swords stuck together instantly. Qian Fanji wanted to pull out the long sword, but his hand and the hilt seemed to be stuck together, unable to let go or pull out.

Zhan Chi and Du Yi were the same, their entire bodies were unable to move for an instant.

Zhan Yi, Qian Fu, and the two royal palaces all surrounded them. They watched Qian Fanji and his group being restrained, and they did not dare to act rashly.

"I wonder who the master is and why he treats a dead child like this." Dean Chen asked in a deep voice.

The old man sat lazily on the coffin lid, with his eyes lowered as if looking at Ye Qianning inside the coffin, and said: "If you look closely at this little baby, you will see that he looks like a blessed person."

Blessed?

The people watching secretly tutted a few times, "How blessed are you?"

Are you blessed to die at a young age?

"you…"

"Old man, I advise you all not to move. Otherwise, if I don't have enough weight under my feet, the coffin board will be crushed and the baby inside will be hurt." The old Taoist finished his sentence lazily.

Zhan Yi suddenly raised his hand to stop Dachun's movements.

Dachun held back his inner strength.

"What do you want?" Dean Chen's face was gloomy.

Zhan Chi was exerting all his strength, but he couldn't move, and his mouth seemed to be sealed. He could only glare at the other person with his eyes in hatred.

(End of chapter)