Chapter 431

Elder Jing looks at Yan Luoli in disbelief. Later, he feels that she seems to have been different from her before.

For a long time, elder Jing nodded and responded immediately.

"Yes, I'll arrange it. What else can I do for you, young master? "

He asked subconsciously, his tone was more respectful than before. He bowed his head silently and did not dare to look directly at Yan Luoli's face.

"Step back."

With Yan Luoli's words falling, the door behind Jingchang's old body opened naturally.

He did not dare to stay, but retreated respectfully to the door and turned away.

Just as he stepped out of the door, the door closed automatically, passing a cold wind.

Young master

Vicissitudes of the eyes in front of the door to stay for a moment, raised a bit dignified.

He didn't know whether Yan Luoli's transformation was good or bad, and whether it would lead the whole dark spirit into crisis.

Zhong Shu and his party in southern Xinjiang didn't get much. They also refused to visit Yan luozhuo.

But when I heard about the plague and the rebellion of the Nanjin people on the road, it was a pity that the officials kept their mouths shut, and the people knew little about it. They only knew that it was the credit of the national master.

But the more secretive it was, the more she felt that it had something to do with Yan Luoli.

After thinking about it, she decided to go back to Beijing as soon as possible and present the situation here to her majesty. But when she passed Dingzhou City and shuttled through the dense forest, more than a dozen well-trained people in black came down from the sky.

Bloodthirsty awe shocked Zhong Shu's foal. After hissing like a broken silk, its front hooves went up and stood up.

Zhong Shu didn't grasp the reins. She fell back and fell off the horse.

She hugged her head and rolled twice, then reluctantly stood up from the ground. Two men in black came to her, and their swords turned over, emitting a cold light.

"Who are you?"

She looked at the two men in horror and seized the sword at her waist.

The two men in black didn't mean to stay. They raised their swords and chopped at Zhong Shu's neck.

The sword was about to cut off her head. At the critical moment, she stood up with her sword and managed to stop the two men's swords. The piercing sound of golden dagger was especially clear in the silent mountain forest.

The two men in black were slightly stunned. They didn't expect that the woman in front of them had some skills.

In their hesitation moment, Zhong Shu see the right time, backhand camp, they are forced to step back.

She was not in love with war, so she turned around and stepped on the horse to escape.

Looking back, seeing that the guards who followed her had been beheaded by the assassin in black, she could not help but feel a chill in her heart.

Yan Luoli!

It must be you. You've killed so many people!

Looking at the whole southern Chu, she only has a grudge against Yan Luoli.

That day, when she saw her father's tragic death with her own eyes, Yan Luoli once told her, what is the best way to start first.

And she lives to this day, only because she still thinks about her love for taking care of the little prince, but also because, in her eyes, she is not justified, afraid of the flash of fast thoughts in her heart, and Zhong Shu's face is boundless.

She can't let herself go after all, but she won't wait to die. She must keep her life and watch Yan Luoli go to the end with her own eyes!

Just as she was galloping, a man in black noticed her whereabouts and threw out her sword without hesitation.

In the mid air flip two weeks, the sword hit Zhong Shu's back, from the chest, with red blood.

Zhong Shu looked up at the sky, eyes of light gradually lax, hand loose rein, directly fell from the side.

If you touch the ground, there is no doubt another thrust, pushing the sword in.

"Er --"

with a cry, Zhong Shu felt as if she had been hollowed out of her soul and fell to the ground. Her muddy eyes were looking at the sky and the woods, opening and closing, and tears were falling down the end of her eyes.

As she was dying, she saw a man in black come up to her and stop.

Cold eyes looked at her pale face, without any regret and moving.

"You Who are you, exactly? "

With all her strength, she asked difficultly. Even if she died, she also wanted to know how she died.

However, no one seems to care about her problems.

"Hurry up, cut off her head and go back to the Spirit Lord!"

Xu Huang, hearing the urging of the man in black, Zhong Shu's heart has given up resistance.

Lord, who would it be?

Is it the long lost dark spirit organization?

Click!

Before she finished thinking about it, the man in black waved his sword mercilessly and cut off her neck.

"Newspaper! ——”

in the capital, the herald rushed into the hall and knelt down in front of the emperor.

"Tell your majesty, Zhong Shu, Princess of Zhongshan, encountered an assassin on her way back. The princess and her entourage will never return! The princess's head has been cut off. It's terrible. "The voice of the attendants was clear and audible, and each word was like a big stone in the emperor's heart.

He was stunned there, eyes slowly narrowed, who, who cut off his not yet formed arm!

Clenched to death, he glared at the messenger kneeling on the hall.

"Who is it! Who is so bold and reckless to assassinate princes and princesses? We must find out at all costs

However, looking at the whole court, there was no one who could take on the responsibility except King Jing.

And King Jing has not stood on the court for a long time.

"Come and preach to King Jing."

The friendship between Zhong Shu and Han xuyao was not shallow. The emperor decided that he would not stand by.

In the secret corner of Wanhua building, elder Jing walks in with a box. Yan Luoli is dressing in the room.

I saw him kneeling behind the screen in the mirror and put down his comb.

"It's all done. The head is in the box."

Elder Jing replied respectfully, pushed the box forward and opened the lid.

Yan Luoli didn't mean to check. She picked up the lipstick in front of Shuzhuang and sipped it a few times before she spoke.

"Elder, I don't worry. I'll send this box to Mr. Zhongshan."

This

A surprise flashed in elder Jing's eyes. Mr. Sun Yat Sen is 70 years old. He lost his only son some time ago, and now he even has his only granddaughter

At this moment, he could not help feeling that Yan Luoli was so cold-blooded and merciless.

"Do you think I'm too cruel?"

Yan Luoli picked up the hairpin and matched her bun in the mirror. She asked casually, but it was right.

Elder Jing is frozen all over and kneels on the ground.

"I dare not!"

He said in fear, his body trembling with fear.

"No? Ha ha, I want to see the reaction of the old prince. I heard that he and my father have a secret... "

Later, if she wants to talk but stops, he can be indifferent to the loss of her son. Then this secret may have something to do with his successor.

Yan Luoli narrowed her eyes and saw elder Jing still kneeling. She was urged by a cold voice.

"Why don't you go yet?"

"Yes, I'll go now."

Static long old sincere fear should be, holding the box quickly go out.

The moon is dark and the wind is high. Yan Luoli is in Russell red and goes out of wanhualou towards the imperial city.

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