The princess is the ancestor of evil

Chapter 303 Is Someone in the Temple Knowing Puppet Art?

Looking through the half-closed window, the figure could only be seen flashing by and then disappeared quickly.

Si Xiu turned his head to the side, but didn't even see the figure.

When he came back to his senses, Ye Han, who was sitting across from the table just now, had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a wisp of cold wind blowing in from the window.

Si Xiu didn't wait, and immediately chased him out.

The night of the Sirius Clan seems to be a bit darker than other places, with only gloomy and cold wind, no stars and no moon.

The entire royal city of the Sirius Clan was shrouded in endless darkness.

And Prince Han's Mansion is the darkest place.

……

"It's a capital offense to trespass on our Sirius Clan." In the dark night, Ye Han's voice was colder than ice, his speed was extremely fast, like a black lightning bolt, he flew from the ground into the night sky, and landed on the roof again. He has already caught up with that shadow.

Close at hand.

He squinted his wolf eyes, looking at the back not far away.

He is also dressed in black, with a slender figure and a bucket hat on his head, without revealing any strength from his whole body.

What was certain was that he was not from the Sirius clan.

There was no aura of wolves on him.

However, it is not easy to enter and exit Han Palace under his nose.

So far, the figure has not retreated.

He stood where he was, and turned around slowly after a long time.

The black bucket hat completely covered his face, and the night wind picked up, making the man's black robe flutter wantonly, only a strand of hair flew out from under the bucket hat.

Like ink.

"Oh, capital crime?" The man in black finally spoke, but the voice was unrecognizable.

Very unreal sound.

"Do you really have that ability?" The man in black smiled coldly, completely ignoring Ye Han.

Yehan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, he moved his palm, and several black wolf shadows appeared behind him.

Yehan just waved his hand, and saw those wolf shadows roaring and rushing towards the man in black.

Each wolf shadow was about two feet long. They were covered with supreme beast pressure, mixed with Yehan's power, and they rushed out in one blow. Before they touched the man in black, the surrounding buildings were already cracked.

The six wolf shadows rushed to the man in black in an instant and surrounded him.

The man didn't seem to be afraid at all.

There wasn't even half a move, and it looked like he was going to catch it with nothing.

The giant wolf opened its mouth, almost tearing it to pieces.

At this moment, Yehan said again, "Keep alive."

He stared at him, as if he didn't expect that this person would not resist at all.

His brows were extremely tight.

"Roar!" The giant wolves howled, bit the man's cloak, and tore his sleeves to pieces in an instant.

What was exposed was a pair of colorless arms.

A wolf bit it up again, biting off one of its arms in one bite.

Strangely, there was no blood at all.

It was only then that Yehan discovered the clue.

He stepped forward, reached the man, and pulled off the black cloak with a stretch of his hand.

Under the cloak was a face without any facial features!
He froze for a moment, but saw that the thing suddenly stretched out the other hand, and grabbed his heart with a brush.

On the side of Ye Han's body, the hand was extremely fast, tearing off a strand of his hair like a ghost's claw.

Ye Han immediately landed a backhand on his body, and there were a few clicks, starting from that face, and even the whole body was shattered like shattered ceramics.

In the blink of an eye, only ashes and a tattered black cloak remained.

When the wind blew, all the ashes were blown into the night sky.

At the same time, a transparent light flew out from the ashes.

"Puppet." Ye Han looked at the ashes blown away by the wind, and his eyes were filled with ice.

Even a puppet can easily enter his palace... The owner of this puppet...

At that moment, only Feng Yunxi was left in his mind.

Among the six realms, only that person is the most powerful puppet master, and only she can make the most powerful puppet.

Yehan lowered his eyes, looked at the tattered cloak, and felt that something was wrong.

Feng Yunqi died a long time ago.

Dead clean and thorough.

Who is playing tricks in the dark?
When Si Xiu came after him, he happened to see this scene.

Si Xiu rushed over, grabbed the cloak on the ground, sniffed it at the tip of his nose, and carefully felt its texture in his hand.

"This is... the people from the temple?"

After a while, he was surprised.

Ye Han, "The temple?"

"My Phoenix Clan has a daughter married to the master of the temple as a concubine. Naturally, I have been to the temple many times. The fabric of this cloak... probably came from the temple."

Si Xiu said very firmly, "It's also strange. Your Highness has no grievances with the people in the temple. How come someone in the temple has ideas on you?"

Ye Han glanced at him indifferently, "You know, cheating this king will not end well."

Si Xiu bowed slightly to him, "How dare I deceive Your Highness?"

Ye Han didn't say much, and he put the cloak into the storage ring with a wave of his hand. He would naturally ask people to find out where this thing came from.

Is there someone in the temple who knows puppetry?

……

Wen Mansion, in the middle of the night, Fu Yuan was leaning on the soft couch by the window, outside the half-closed window, a transparent light flew towards Fu Yuan.

Fu Yuan opened his eyes slightly, and saw that light turned into a phantom the size of a palm.

Xu Ying stretched out his hand and handed him a strand of hair.

Then, the phantom said something in his ear, and then disappeared completely.

Fu Yuan frowned, and with that strand of hair in his hand, he could feel that even this strand of hair contained powerful and unique spiritual power.

"Ye Han." His thin lips parted slightly, but when he uttered these two words, he was extremely cold.

The sky was full of stars outside the house, coming in through the window.

It fell on his face like a thin layer of frost.

On the table in the house is the thriving pot of Enlightenment Tree.

As if feeling something, the leaves of the Enlightenment Tree moved, and the baby flew out of it with a jerk.

He flew directly in front of Fu Yuan.

A pair of big eyes stared at him fiercely.

Finally, it landed on the strand of hair.

He didn't even need to sniff carefully, he could clearly feel the breath.

It was on the person he hated the most.

Murderous aura burst out from the little guy's body immediately.

"Listen to Ku Kuu, don't get angry easily." Fu Yuan stretched out his hand, landed on the little guy's head with his big palm, and rubbed it.

The baby kicked him as soon as he raised his leg, very fiercely.

Fortunately, the legs are short, so I didn't kick it.

Fu Yuan pulled the little guy into his arms and hugged him.

"Why did I piss you off?" he asked.

"Bad guy, big bad guy!" Bao Bao roared, "The big bad guy who hurt mother!"

He stared at the hair in Fu Yuan's hand from beginning to end.

With all his teeth and claws, he wanted to destroy that thing into ashes.

Only then did Fu Yuan react.

At that moment, his heart ached severely.

(End of this chapter)