V2.Chapter 393

The city of Mingdu is bustling and prosperous, and it is still full of traffic after dark.

In front of a brothel, several young masters jumped down from their carriages, holding folding fans, cupped their hands to greet each other, and walked into the brothel with smiles on their faces, but suddenly a shadow flashed, grabbed one of the sons, and threw him away. Unpredictably dragged into the side of the alley.

The rest of the people looked at each other.

"What just happened?"

"No, I don't know... eh? Where's the prince?"

"Yeah, what about others? He was still here just now..."

"Damn it!"

Several people were frightened.

The kidnapped prince turned pale with fright. He was so eloquent in talking to people. In the blink of an eye, people were dragged into the alley, and he was slammed against the wall. The worst person, this man Wearing a fang mask is really scary!

It wasn't that there was a shadow of that man on the ground, he almost thought he had hit an evil spirit.

He stammered and asked, "You, you, you... who are you? Jie Jie Jie... Jie Cai or Jie Lu?"

"..." The former sentence is still like words, what is the matter of the latter sentence...

"Where is the Lan family?" Yan Jiuchao asked coldly.

It turned out to be asking for directions, this strong man, you should have said it earlier!

The prince trembled and pointed to the east end of the alley: "Take... hit it out there, go south, keep walking until you reach it... The Lan family is very big, you won't miss it..."

"Where is Sikong's house?" Yan Jiuchao asked.

ha?

Wang Gongzi was stunned for a while, is this strong man from Mingdu? I don't know where the Lan family is, how come I don't even know the mansion of the Sikong family?

Doubt returned to doubt, Wang Gongzi still pointed the way honestly.

Sikong's house and Lan's house are not far apart. From the main entrance of Lan's house, one mile north and three miles east is the Sikong family's mansion.

It is said that it is a mansion, but it is actually not worse than the palace, but that place does not allow people to approach, and trespassers will be killed without mercy.

The prince did not say anything about this.

Whoever asked this person to ask the way is also fierce, let him be arrested by Longyawei!

Although Wang Gongzi had a little selfishness, he pointed the way correctly.

The Dragon Tooth Guard outside the Sikong Mansion is even worse than the Helian family's dead man. Ordinary people will be caught by the Dragon Tooth Guard without waiting for him to get close. Unfortunately, he is a ghost king with both internal strength and light power. Can't beat him.

As for the gate of Sikong Mansion, it is not so easy to approach.

There were several very terrifying auras in the Sikong Mansion, which enveloped the entire mansion.

As a result of the hard breaking, nine times out of ten, it was torn to pieces by these breaths.

Just as Yan Jiuchao was thinking about how to sneak into the mansion, a carriage came from not far away, and it seemed that it was about to enter the Sikong mansion.

Yan Jiu flashed his figure and got into the carriage.

The carriage entered the mansion smoothly.

This was the carriage that was purchased, and Yan Jiuchao quietly flashed down when passing by the warehouse.

"It's all ready, this box is for the second son, and this box is for the eldest son." In the warehouse, a man who looked like a manager handed the two boxes into the hands of two servants.

The two took the box and went in different directions.

Yan Jiuchao followed the second one.

The next person came to a secluded courtyard.

Yan Jiuchao looked strangely at the plaque - Qingfengyuan.

Do the dignified Sikong's parents live in such a dilapidated place?

scoff~

A certain ghost (lesson) king (lord) raised his eyes arrogantly, and walked in with great strides behind his servant.

"I'm here to deliver something to the eldest son." The servant handed the box to the servant boy in the courtyard, then turned around and left.

The waiter opened the box and looked at it, pouted in dissatisfaction, and then carried the box into Sikong Changfeng's room.

"What, these are the leftovers again!" The servant boy complained in the room, "I can guarantee that the calligraphy that was sent to the second son's house is a hundred times better than ours! You are the eldest son of the Sikong family, by Let him do everything?"

Sikong Changfeng ignored him.

The waiter had no intention of shutting his mouth, and complained to himself, "It's okay to give up these external things, but why give him the marriage with the saint? The son is the eldest son of the Sikong family, why? Can he marry a saint? That sentence is true, if there is a stepmother, there is a stepfather!"

Sikong Changfeng was born by the original wife of the Sikong family, but his biological mother died when he was young. Today's Mrs. Sikong is the continuation of the Sikong family and the biological mother of the second son.

The Lan family saint never married the Sikong family, but that was the direct line of the Lan family. When she arrived at Lanjiao, this rule was gone. She could curry favor with the Sikong family, not to mention one daughter, even two or three. Send without hesitation.

At first, the object of marriage was indeed Sikong Changfeng, but since Sikong Changfeng's biological mother died of illness, Sikong Changfeng has lost his backstage, and the new wife is very favored by the family master. No matter how you look at it, the second son has a better chance of winning.

Of course, she wouldn't dare to let Lan Jiao offend Sikong Changfeng, but if Second Young Master had the same intention, it would be another matter.

It was Mrs. Sikong who opened her mouth to the head of the family.

"But I sometimes think about it, and I think it's not bad to have no such marriage. I heard that this Lan family owner is not very good. Didn't we see her on the street just now? Just look at her like that. , I'm bullying good people again! I don't know who was bullied, but in short, it was a piece of shit luck, and I met you--"

"Who?!"

Before the fairy tale could be heard, Sikong Changfeng opened his mouth cautiously, followed by a fierce palm wind, like a galloping arrow, hitting Yan Jiuchao's heart.

Yan Jiuchao flicked his sleeves and removed the palm wind.

This palm wind did not use all his strength, but the opponent's next move was still beyond Sikong Changfeng's expectations.

Sikong Changfeng's eyes narrowed, the vast internal force slammed open the door and window, and his figure swept out.

The servant boy opened his eyes wide and hurriedly chased out, and saw his son and a man in a black robe and a mask with fangs fighting fiercely.

Sikong Changfeng's white clothes are better than snow, Yan Jiuchao's black clothes are like ink, and the yard is full of murderous aura, but the figures of the two are really pleasing to the eye.

The waiter was originally going to escort his son, and he called the guards to arrest the assassin, but he looked at it and forgot what he was doing...

Sikong Changfeng's skills are definitely not bad, he is considered one of the best among the younger generation, the man in front of him is wearing a fang mask, but his hands are as slender as jade, very young.

When did such a master appear among the descendants of Mingdu?

A trace of surprise flashed across Sikong Changfeng's eyes.

What's even more surprising is that the other party's breath faintly made him feel familiar.

Yan Jiuchao slashed with another palm, Sikong Changfeng pointed his toes, turned up, and shot three darts at Yan Jiuchao. With the cover of the darts, he slammed a palm and took Yan Jiuchao directly. face door.

Seeing that he was about to avoid it, it was too late, but Yan Jiuchao's whole body suddenly burst out with an icy internal force.

Sikong Changfeng felt as if half of his arm was frozen, he pulled out his hand in time, swept his body, stepped back a foot, and looked at him in disbelief: "Ice Soul Art! ?! Who are you? Why do you know the inner strength of the ancestors?"

Yan Jiuchao snorted coldly. You and other rats deserve to know the name of this king?

Yan Jiuchao's body swept up and swept in front of Sikong Changfeng. If he knew himself and knew his opponent, Sikong Changfeng might not be Yan Jiuchao's opponent, but it was a pity that Sikong Changfeng was negligent and did not expect the opponent to be the ancestor. Inner strength and heart method, this general idea, in exchange, half of Sikong Changfeng's body is paralyzed.

At this time, if the other party took his life, he hardly had much resistance.

Of course, he could call for help.

Sikong Changfeng did not do this.

Yan Jiuchao's figure was approaching.

Yan Jiuchao stretched out his hand.

"Young Master—" The waiter finally came to his senses, but unfortunately it was too late.

Sikong Changfeng closed his eyes.

If you die, you will die, and the people of the Sikong family will never beg for mercy.

Suddenly, Sikong Changfeng's palm sank, and he felt that there was something in his hand. By the time he opened his eyes, Yan Jiuchao had already left with a swirl of his sleeves and disappeared into the boundless night.

And when he looked at the extra thing in his hand, he was instantly dumbfounded.

Do, do what?

After wasting so much effort, he sneaked into Sikong's house again, and attacked him again, and as a result... just to give him two red eggs? ! !

After delivering the red eggs, Yan Jiuchao was in a good mood and flew around on the roof embedded in the night.

The red eggs were delivered, and the next step was to find the Lan family to settle accounts.

Of course, he didn't go to save the little bug that depended on his woman, but to find a place for his woman.

but--

Where is the Lan family from?

Yan Jiuchao stared blankly at the sky.

A certain young master possessed by the ghost king has beautifully forgotten the way...

In the house in the east of the city, a group of people were discussing strategies to deal with the Lan family. Suddenly, Qingyan turned around and found that Yan Jiuchao was gone!

Since Yan Jiuchao has the power of the Ghost King, he can come and go freely, and his breath will no longer be easily traced by others.

When Qingyan called out, the noisy house instantly became silent.

Yu Wan looked around, pointed to the chair beside her, and said, "Didn't you all sit here just now?"

"Yeah, I saw it too." Ying Liu scratched his head, clearly sitting in front of him, how could he not realize that the young master was gone?

The power of the ghost king really kills people!

They don't even know when the young master left!

"I'm going to find the young master!" Ying Shisan stood up abruptly!

"I'll go too." Ying Liu stood up.

"I'll be with you." Qingyan did his part, thinking of something, and then said, "Yuegou, you go and call Awei, Awan, you and Grandma Lan will rest first, and the Shanglan family will be discussed later."

"I'm going to find him too." Yu Wan held Lan's hand, "I'll trouble grandma to take care of a few children."

Lan looked at a few people unexpectedly, uh... Isn't this reaction too exaggerated?

Lan Shi opened his mouth and said hesitantly, "Don't worry, Jiu Chao's martial arts are so good, he shouldn't be offended."

Qingyan's expression was indescribable: "We are not worried about how he is treated, but what he will do to others."

On the pitch-black street, no one was seen, and Yan Jiuchao took steps with a cold expression.

Although he doesn't remember the way to Lan's house, he can ask.

It's just that it was late at night, and this street was the most sparsely populated one. After walking for a long time, he finally met a pair of young couples holding their children.

He walked over arrogantly.

When the young couple suddenly saw a man with a fangs mask and an aggression, they felt like they had seen a ghost. They were so frightened that the children forgot and ran away!

The four-year-old boy was stunned in place.

Yan Jiuchao walked over with aura full of energy, hooked the corners of his lips at the little boy, and asked imposingly, "Boy, where is the Lan family?"

The little boy who didn't understand what he was saying: "..."

Yan Jiuchao sneered and threatened: "If you don't say it, I will make you regret it."

The little boy stared at Yan Jiuchao with wide eyes, and suddenly he pursed his lips and cried with a wow!

Yan Jiuchao, who threatened to fail: "..."

Not being able to ask the whereabouts of the Lan family, Yan Jiuchao was not discouraged. He continued to move forward. He walked through an alley where he could not see his fingers, and came to another street. The first restaurant... to be exact, a brothel.

When the prostitute of the brothel saw his mask, he was terrified. It could be seen that he was dressed in luxurious clothes and had an extraordinary bearing.

"This son--" The old bustard pounced on Yan Jiuchao with all kinds of style.

Bang!

The old man was blown away by Yan Jiuchao's internal force.

"..."

"..."

"..."

When Yu Wan and her party arrived after hearing the news, the entire brothel was almost demolished by Yan Jiuchao.

Looking at the thugs rolling on the ground and the girls in the brothel dancing wildly, several of them supported their foreheads.

In the end, it was Qingyan who dragged Ying Thirteen and sacrificed Ying Thirteen's peerless beauty to turn this farce over with a bag of gold compensation.

It was also a misunderstanding. The ghost king had never been to such a place. When the prostitute rushed towards Yan Jiu Chao, Yan Jiu Chao thought she was going to assassinate him.

After coming out of the brothel, Yu Wan touched his arm with her elbow: "Why did you go to the brothel? You don't want to do bad things behind my back, do you?"

Yan Jiuchao gave her a cold look: "Is this king that kind of person?"

Yu Wan's heart is sweet.

Yan Jiuchao said again: "Do I need to carry you behind my back to do bad things?"

Yu Wan: "?!"

Yu Wan took a deep breath: "Then what are you doing here in the brothel? It's not always here to ask for directions!"

Yan Jiu looked up at the sky.

Yu Wan gave him a deep look: "Are you really here to ask for directions? You... Couldn't you be lost?"

Yan Jiuchao said fiercely: "Is this king such a stupid person? There are only a few roads, and this king can't remember it?!"

Behind them, Ying Shisan and Qing Yan were inquiring about the Lan family's address.

A girl from a brothel said: "Lan's house, the Lan's house is nearby. Isn't there an alley across the street? Go through the alley and turn to the right, and you can see the Lan's house wall."

Yu Wan looked at Yan Jiuchao leisurely, and saw Yan Jiuchao passing through the alley in front, and then turned left without saying a word,,,

Yu Wan, who was speechless: "..."

...

Originally, according to the plan, they would only openly approach the Lan family tomorrow, and use the jade token as a bargaining chip to negotiate with Lan Jiao, but the plan could not keep up with the changes.

The population of Lan Mansion is prosperous, and there are no family divisions within five generations. The area of ​​the mansion is larger than that of Helian Mansion in the imperial capital.

Outside the Lan family's mansion wall, Yu Wan broke a branch and drew a route on the ground: "This is the gate of Lan Mansion, this is the east gate of Lan Mansion, our current position should be near the west gate of Lan Mansion, The third house was originally a concubine and was not favored. The yard assigned to it was on the side of Houhu. However, Lan Jiao became the head of the house, and this house should have moved into the main courtyard... These courtyards are all in the middle of Lan Mansion. On the axis, I don’t know which courtyard Lan Jiao lives in. There is a powerful Shura king beside her. You must be careful not to be discovered by him. Otherwise, with our current strength, it is not enough for him to squeeze a finger of……"

Yu Wan was planning a route to rescue the little Gu Gu when she heard a loud bang, and the entire wall behind her collapsed.

Yan Jiuchao raised his hand, and the turrets vanished into ashes.

Yu Wan was shocked.

What did I say that irritated you?

No, no, no...don't play like that...

They have King Asura, King Asura!

Yan Jiuchao faced the wind and stepped across the ruins with a light expression, dressed in black clothes hunting and moving, like a Hades coming from purgatory.

"Who dares to make trouble in Lan Mansion?"

Accompanied by a thunderous roar, a breath that was ten times or a hundred times more terrifying than Shura pressed down on them, as if they felt a weight like Mount Tai, pressing heavily on them.

Yu Wan's complexion changed greatly: "King Shura... Lan Jiao's Prince Shura!"

A black shadow flew into the sky, releasing an even more terrifying aura.

Several people almost instinctively felt a shudder! ! !

With such terrifying power, he could crush a large piece of Shura with his hands! ! !

Qingyan's calf trembled for a while, and it was over, they were dead...

Yan Jiuchao snorted disdainfully, stomped his heels, flew up, and slammed into King Shura.

He was extremely fast, and everyone only saw afterimages left in the air.

After the afterimage, Yan Jiuchao stretched out his hand, grabbed King Shura by the neck, and threw him coldly to the ground!

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