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"Although this Demon Hunt Squad is nothing, the defense of the Wen Yuan Manor is truly tight. There are quite a few experts as well."

"If I hadn't been able to conceal my body and cultivate the Holy Prison Confinement Technique, I might have really been discovered." A rare grave expression surfaced on Ling Er's face as she softly muttered.

"But even so, I only explored a few places that weren't that important.

As for where Wen Shang is, we do not even have the chance to get close. It seems like the Wen Yuan Marquis Mansion is indeed a place where crouching tigers and hidden dragons are hidden, no wonder it could contend with the Ling Xiao Imperial Family and not be at a disadvantage. "

Letting out a sigh, his eyes flashed with a murderous look, "Let him live a little longer!" "You dare to have any ideas about my grandma, hmph!"

After she finished speaking, the black veil fell off from her bamboo hat and covered her face. Her delicate body swayed and landed lightly in a corner of the manor like a butterfly.

The crystal chain on Ji Hao's wrist, which was as white as jade, sparkled for a moment. Then, a mysterious aura was released from his wrist, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ling'er's figure slowly disappeared, merging into the cool breeze. No one could see her figure, only a subtle breeze that did not attract anyone's attention gently entered the depths of the manor.

So it turned out that she'd disappeared for nearly an afternoon, and had actually gone to the Wen Yuan manor.

In addition, even the royal family couldn't do anything about the thousand-year-old manor that was difficult to place. She, a fifteen-sixteen year old girl, actually came and went as she pleased without anyone noticing.

If the experts of the Wen Yuan manor knew about this, would they be angered to death and not dare to close their eyes to sleep?

After all, no one felt at ease to have someone come and leave their home as though it was their back garden.

Moreover, from her words, one could tell that this Ling'er had taken Wen Shang's heart into her own. It seemed that Wen Shang had angered her, or perhaps it was more appropriate to say that he was disgusted with her.

For this, he was willing to risk his life and enter the tiger's den.

It was unknown what Wen Shang would think if he found out about this, but he would definitely regret his actions in front of the auction house.

However, it was impossible for Wen Shang to know of all of this. The current him was also not at the Marquis Wen Yuan's manor, and was instead traveling with the Blood Rose towards the clouds and rain.

Battle King Manor, Ling Yun's little courtyard. Ling Yun and the others were chatting and laughing as they waited for Ling'er to return, as well as for midnight to come.

Everything had been prepared. They only needed to wait for the time to head to the Demon Hunting Mercenary Group and remove the tumor that was stuck in their throats.

Dark clouds covered the moon as the autumn wind blew. The wind raged, blowing on the doors and windows, causing the tree branches and leaves to rustle.

The autumn wind was howling and spiraling above the city, and withered leaves were fluttering in the sky.

A breeze blew through the streets and alleys, carrying a chill as it shuttled back and forth across the courtyard.

However, in the eyes of the Demon Hunting Mercenaries, this was very normal. As usual, they were resting and patrolling without any additional defenses.

In this Ling Tian City, those with some strength knew that their Demon Hunt Squad was the best amongst the third-rate powers, and their backers were the Marquis of Zishan's Mansion.

Moreover, the backers of the Marquis of Zishan were even more terrifying, it was the Marquis Wen Yuan's Mansion, one of the two strongest powers in the Soaring Cloud Empire.

After all, who would dare to move behind the scenes?

Unless they were blind enough to provoke a great power within the imperial family, otherwise, even if it was the imperial family, they would have to consider carefully.

After all, there was still a duke of Wen Yuan's manor that was eyeing them covetously.

Killing him, a Demon Hunting Mercenary Group, was an easy task. It could be done with a flip of his hand, but it would also involve the two powers playing a game.

A very ordinary breeze was blowing within the Demon Hunt Squad. The only difference was that this breeze directly entered the depths of the manor.

It was as if he was being controlled, had his own consciousness, and had his own goal!