Chapter 45

Zhao Ying kicked Shang Chi, who was unconscious on the ground, saw that she had closed her eyes and was still motionless, so he felt relieved. He turned to look at the wine on the table, poured a full bowl under Duan Mingxin's gaze, and brought it over and squatted in front of her. He originally wanted to drink it for Duan Mingxin, but when he saw Duan Mingxin's noble and cold face, he couldn't help but want to conquer her in another way.

Wouldn't it be more pleasure to conquer Duan Mingxin when she is sober than taking medicine?Just thinking about Zhao Ying, he felt that the stick below was about to become hard.

He looked down at the two beauties who wanted to pick them without any resistance. He was better off drinking medicine to help him.

Ha, if you hadn't been for escaping from Ningzhou last time, this body would have been mine.Zhao Ying wiped the wine from the corner of her mouth, bent down and looked at Duan Mingxin's eyes wide open due to shock and said with a grim smile: If I had known that you were a bitch who could be accepted by women, why would I have waited for two years?Tsk, there is no need to look at me with this kind of cannibalistic look, Mingxin.I have been thinking about you, the noble flower, for a long time.

Duan Mingxin's eyes could not help but turn red when she heard the previous sentence. Unexpectedly, when she was in Ningzhou, it was the medicine given by Senior Brother Zhao. Thinking about this, the strange thing that day was explained.

She suddenly felt a little lucky, glad that her virginity fell into the hands of the girl, not the man who was pretending to be ambition in front of her.

Zhao Ying was too excited and didn't notice the fingers of the girl in black robe shaking slightly.

Admit your fate, Mingxin.You are mine, and she will be mine too!Immortality is mine!!Hahahaha, Zhao Ying rubbed Lin Shuang's eyes with greed, for a moment, forgot that his life was also in the hands of others. There was only this silver-white sword in his eyes. For some reason, as long as he held this sword, his blood boiled, and he felt that he had endless strength all over his body.

But...I still need to serve you two first.After saying that, Zhao Ying put the sword on one side, and his eyes were filled with lewd eyes and stretched out his hand towards Duan Mingxin's clothes, but before the hand touched the clothes, it was pinched hard by the other hand. Before Zhao Ying could react, he heard a crisp click and his hand became a strange posture and twisted.

Ah!!Zhao Ying screamed after realizing it. He looked at Shang Chi who was sitting up so scared that he took a few steps and hit the table and said in horror: You, why are you...

Shang Chi was too lazy to pay attention to him, and pointed at Duan Mingxin's chest and unbuttoned her acupoints. Duan Mingxin, who was free, turned soft and her face slightly pale. She leaned her hands tightly on the girl's waist, and she couldn't see her emotions clearly in her eyes.

Did I kill him?Shang Chi looked at Zhao Ying with a panic on his face coldly, and stroked Duan Mingxin's hair and gently slid.

She regretted it a little. If she hadn't wanted to see what Zhao Ying sold in the gourd, she wouldn't have let Mingxin hear some disgusting things.

You, you can't kill me. I am Elder Mu's disciple. My master has come out of seclusion and he will definitely look for me... Zhao Ying held his hand in pain. When he heard Shang Chi said he wanted to kill him, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva and said with a pale face. Also, my father is the prefect of Fucheng and is from the King of Ling. If you move, I have to think about it first.

After hearing this, Shang Chi's eyes suddenly became deep, and a biting chill emanated from her body. Just as she was about to get up and twist Zhao Ying's neck, Duan Mingxin held her hands, and Shang Chi lowered her head and looked at her cold phoenix eyes with puzzled expression.

Did she still have some feelings for Zhao Ying?Thinking of Shang Chi's eyes darkened with a faint loss.

Too dirty, killing him will smear your hands.Duan Mingxin looked at Shang Chi's low look and didn't know what the girl was thinking. She comforted her and rubbed the girl's slender palm and said softly: Leave him to her master.

…Um.Shang Chi hesitated and nodded, helping Duan Mingxin up. She picked up the long sword on the ground and picked up Zhao Ying's collar with one hand and dragged him out of the wing like a dead dog.

The uninformed disciples along the way couldn't help but follow him curiously as they watched Shang Chi and Duan Mingxin pressing their people to the main hall. Zhao Ying was in a bad mood for a moment and didn't know what to do. He still remembered that he drank the aphrodisiac wine. He was afraid that if he had an attack in the back of the main hall, he would lose all his face, but that was better than losing his life.

But why does he feel unbearable colic in his stomach?

Zhao Ying's face was pale and his steps were staggering. He sprayed a mouthful of black blood less than half a meter away from the main hall, and he fell to the ground.

Shang Chi looked at the scene with expressionless expression, as if there was only an ant dead in front of him, and even let go of the dirty blood on the ground.

Duan Mingxin recalled the jar of wine on the table and suddenly woke up and said in her heart: It turned out that there was no problem with the poison, but Zhao Ying had changed the wine at some point. If it weren't for this, the poisonous wine she and Shang Chi drank that day!

The onlookers were furious and surrounded them in the middle. Among them, Zhao Ying's acquaintance stretched out his fingers under the nose of the corpse, and he was no longer breathing.

Senior sister, what is this happening?Someone asked with a complicated expression, how could this Senior Brother Zhao suddenly die?

And from the expression of the senior sister, there is no trace of sadness, but it is cold.

I will report this to the palace master, you can take his body down first.

Duan Mingxin spoke lightly. As soon as she was about to step into the main hall, she felt a wind coming from behind her. Shang Chi pulled her into her arms with a tight look, raised her hand and collided with the palm of the visitor, and the airflow swept away from the people.

Duan Mingxin!How did my disciple die? The man came with gray hair and grey beard and angry. He was Zhao Ying's master, Elder Mu. As soon as he came out of seclusion, he not only heard that the palace master was dead, but now even his beloved disciple died. When he arrived, he saw the girl in black robe and Duan Mingxin twisting Zhao Ying. He thought that his death was inseparable from them. Elder Mu was so angry that he couldn't help but take action without thinking!

Haha, he is just seeking death. Duan Mingxin's cold face was filled with a disgust for the first time. Mu He was even more angry when he saw it. He tried to fight over.

Muhe, do you still know me?

Just as Shang Chi was about to take action, a strong abdomen sound came from the hall. Mu He stopped moving and looked up in shock. The thin old man who was pushed out in a wheelchair was He Pingzhen, who should have passed away!

impossible!You are dead!Mu He roared guiltily, his breathing became heavier, and his heart became even more nervous. If he hadn't been obsessed with the promise of Hua Minghui's benefits, he wouldn't have secretly attacked the old palace master. Didn't Hua Minghui say that he had killed this thing? Why are he still alive now!

I'm dead or not, don't you have eyes?He Pingzhen sneered in the wheelchair, Mu He's palms were covered in cold sweat, his throat slid hard, thinking that Hua Minghui had a lot of tricks, but he was soft-hearted and did not kill this old guy!

Thirty-six strategies are the best strategy, and now we can only bet on whether we can escape!

Mu He made up his mind, turned around and flew out of the crowd with his light skills and was about to escape. Shang Chi also chased after him lightly, but who knew that before Mu He could fly out of the field, he was held on his shoulder and pressed down. Mu He looked so cold and rushed straight to the old man's chest and abdomen. The old man used his hand to separate his palm, raised his hand and beat Mu He withdrew more than ten steps and fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The visitor was Uncle Mo. Xia Qianjin, who was shaking the feather fan, and Ruan Daibing, who was standing with a knife, came to see Lord He to say goodbye. The head of the wardrobe may have changed over time and accelerated the construction period. As soon as the lady's carriage was repaired, he hurriedly sent someone up the mountain to invite someone.