Chapter 316

Yuzhaoxuan, who is celebrating with his friends and ministers, hears the voice of the backyard. The whole person is like thunder?

"There's a fire in the backyard Sister... "

Yu Zhaoxuan ran to the backyard recklessly. He grew up with his sister. In his eyes, she was his closest and only relative. If something happened to her sister, Yu Zhaoxuan didn't know how to accept it.

"The emperor, the emperor, the backyard is dangerous."

"Let me go..."

When Yu Zhaoxuan ran to the backyard recklessly, the place of the new house, the whole big house entered into the fire. The flame was burning slowly, and the whole night sky was dyed red. Although there were people pouring water from below, the fire was too big. Even if it's put out, the people inside are already finished.

Yu Zhaoxuan was in despair, completely desperate. The noble body sits soft and soft

When the ice Lord's mansion was on fire, a luxurious carriage, escorted by 50 black flag troops, left the capital. Head south.

In the morning.

In the early morning of autumn, it's very refreshing, and the air is still vaguely cool.

A luxurious carriage was moving slowly in the forest. Fifty knights in black armor and sitting on black steeds were escorting the luxury carriage. These Knights held their heads high and looked resolute. The eyes were full of pride and domineering.

At this time, the window of the luxurious carriage was pushed open gently, showing a hand.

Soon the leading Knight stopped, rode his horse close to the carriage, and respectfully said, "Lord, there is still ten miles to xueyang city."

"Xueyang city?"

The voice inside the carriage was cold, but nervous and trembling.

"Tell me to go down and have a rest. Get ready to go to town. "

"Yes, Lord!" The knight leader accepted the order with a smile, and immediately rode his horse to the front. The huge voice told all the knights to rest on the spot.

"Four years? Four years? Did ye Fei come back? "

In the carriage, a man with gray hair and a luxurious silver robe was leaning against a soft collapse in the carriage and sighed softly.

Next to the soft collapse, there are two little girls about the size of fists, sitting there, each holding a small snack plate in their hands.

Left xueyang city for three years, suffered from torture, suffered from around the handle, step by step from life and death to crawl out. Today, he is back.

As the saying goes, wealth does not return home, such as a night trip in royal clothing. But he wanted to return home.

Because There is still a long cherished wish of his.

At this time, it was afternoon. In the cool season. There are many pedestrians in xueyang city.

"Damn it, this poor family is going too far." In a hotel in Xueyang City, on the second floor, a few young people were drinking and chatting. "Agreed to share 30% with my Zhou family, and they actually took it all by themselves?"

It was the eldest young master of the Zhou family, Zhou Zishan.

Zhou Zishan has always been very calm, everything can be suppressed, but at this time he had to be angry and show off in front of his friends.

"Ah! Brother Zhou, don't nag. It's good for the humble family to leave us a way to live. Go to see the Li family, the three great families. Now, it has been pulled out of xueyang city. They have not offended the poor family yet. Let's talk about it! Our family still has to train a few experts to be qualified to challenge the poor family. "

A young master of the Tang family, Tang Mingzhe shakes the fan and reminds him.

Four years ago, after the cold family incident happened, the poor family not only did not decline, but also greatly increased its power and pressure on other families. Finally, the Li family offended the poor family because of business. Overnight, the whole chamber of Commerce of the Li family was burned up, and the children of the Li family who were exiled in other cities did not dare to seek revenge from the poor family.

Since this happened, other families in xueyang city have been in danger and dare not speak up. In the face of the arrogance and tyranny of the poor family, no one dares to say it is not.

"Hum! Poor family? Let them be arrogant! Their arrogant days are coming to an end. As soon as the common son of the poor family comes back, the cold Ling will certainly have no good life Another young master of the family said in a mild tone.

Obviously, several people in this room are angry with the poor family.

"Three years ago, Han Ling's son of a bitch was killed by him in order to take the position of the head of the family. It is said that Han Wei, the master of Han Ling's family, was killed by him, and even his useless brother was buried alive by him. This man is really cruel. "

Several people around the table, boring nagging.

For the poor family dissatisfaction, they can only speak in secret. If you put it outside, no one has the guts.

However, while the five of them were chatting, some people came down from the third floor.

The first one was a child about three or four years old. The child was born with a tiger, his head was bare, and his eyes were cruel and domineering. Moreover, he was very young, and his body was full of muscles. At this time, he was wearing a martial arts suit, with a dagger hanging from his waist, walking in front of him. And in his back is followed by five black martial arts, majestic master.At this moment, the child stopped. My eyes turned to the table.

"Young master, these ignorant boys are talking ill of our poor family again. Do you want me to teach them a good lesson?"

Behind the child, an old man of about 50 or 60 said darkly.

"Master Ma, I don't need you to do it. Just come here." The child said angrily, stepping forward to Zhou Zishan and other five people walked in the past.

Then, came to the back to him, and said bad things about his cold home behind the man, drew out the dagger. Then a knife toward the man's waist barrel down.

"Ah

As soon as the dagger stabbed, the pain surged in. The man with his back to the child cried out in pain and rolled back.

"Ah

The faces of the other four changed greatly.

But the child pulled out the knife for a moment, the fallen master of the family just raised his head, covered the wound and yelled.

"Poof!"

The child took out a dagger and wiped it on the young master's neck. Blood spurted out along the neck, struggling for a moment, motionless.

On the spot, three people were stunned by the child's action and looked at the child with consternation one by one.

The child wiped the blood from the dagger on the corpse for a few times. He looked at the four people in front of him with a cold smile and said: "I remember you are the eldest young master of the Zhou family. Here I remind you. You'd better keep your mouth shut, otherwise Your Zhou family will end up like the Li family. "

The child took back the dagger, took the masters behind him, and left laughing.

Zhou Zishan did not dare to say a word.

"Poor family, it's too much."

The young master Tang said, gnashing his teeth.

"Hanji'er is only over three years old. He killed people without blinking."

Let a few people around him talk, Zhou Zishan's face changes very quickly.

Killing people is to pay for their lives, but this poor family can't even control the city Lord. Even the young master of a family was killed.

"Don't talk about it. Mr. Qiao has been killed. What do you want to do? "

"Yes! Joshua is so nice that his only son is dead. What do you say to do? "

"Ha ha!"

The child Han Jill walked out of the inn, opened his throat and laughed. The servants followed him triumphantly. On both sides, both the martial arts and the pedestrians scattered, for fear of provoking the evil star.

This hanjill, of course, is no one else. It is the son of Hanling and Hongyan. As the saying goes, the tiger father has no dog and son. This sentence is verified in this pair of father and son.

In other words, when Han Jill was born. There were some jokes.

Hongyan is Hanwei's fifth concubine, and Hanling still calls her Wuniang, but the problem comes. Shortly after Hanwei's death, Hongyan became pregnant. As a wise man, he naturally guessed the seriousness of the matter, so Han Ling made a disgrace to the poor family, and then he took the five niangs into his room. However, this hanjill had a father who was right.

However, it is precisely because of this incident that the conspiracy, and even the previous scandal. They were all guessed by those who had the intention.

What was the cause of the incident three years ago? The common son of the poor family plotted against the red smoke and made a move out of the cabinet. Finally, his wife was killed, and then Han Wei was assassinated. But now when you think about it, the results are completely different.

Even if red smoke and ye Fei have an affair, will she say it? Even if I say, why is she killed? Then, Han Wei was assassinated. Is that normal? You should know that Hanwei is a master of Xuanshi. In his heavily guarded home, which assassin has the courage? Unless he's tired of living.

So, as long as smart people can guess. Slightly is the cold Ling kills, the person who has an affair is not ye Fei, but his cold Ling, and the final winner is his cold Ling.

Hanjill walked less than ten steps and was laughing. At this time, a strong wind in the air. The strong wind was coming towards him.

"Young master, be careful!"

Master Ma's face changed, and his hand stretched out. The hand was a diamond iron black iron hand, which stopped in front of hanji'er.

"Hum!"

A Xuanli rushed to the iron hand, and then Xuanli rolled away.

Hanjill and the other servants changed their faces.

In the city of xueyang, who dares to assassinate the young master of the poor family? It's really hopeless.

"Bang!"

Then, a whip shadow drew, and rolled to hanji'er.

"Drink

Master Ma's hand suddenly rolled up towards the whip and caught it in his hand. A mysterious force rushed along the whip to meet the whip shadow.

"Bang!"

There was a vibration in the air, and there was a buzz in front of master Ma and others, and the rolling Xuanli scattered.As soon as Xuanli opened, a woman in a bloody leather armor with a cold face and a bloody whip in her hand, about four or five meters away from master Ma, retreated quickly under the shock just now.

"Thief, where to run."

Master Ma stepped in the void, and with one hand toward the woman with blood colored leather armor, the handprint broke away from the palm of his hand, and the unreal fingerprint speeded up and hit hard.