The arrogance of the city

Chapter 743 Nalan's, dead

The eye-catching pitch-black coffin was driven straight in by the public, and it was unimpeded, and it was placed in the very center of Chang'an Gate!
And facing the Miyagi.

The central sea is silent.

The big giants were silent.

The eyes of the common people in the entire capital were attracted by this coffin, and people in the capital were talking about it everywhere.

But weirdly.

Online.

news.

Or newspapers.

There is no mention of the coffin parked on Chang'an Gate.

It's like being deaf at the same time!
What's even more unbelievable is that some citizens wanted to post the news on the Internet, but as soon as they sent it, it disappeared in an instant. When they tried again, they found that the account was in an abnormal state.

All kinds of external transmission channels have been blocked!
With the appearance of a coffin, the city seems to have fallen into a state almost like a 'closed city'.

Then, the palace guards were finally dispatched.

Just when the crowd around Chang'an Gate thought that the guards would carry the coffin away, they found that these tall and mighty iron-blooded men surrounded the coffin and did not move at all.

Over this thousand-year-old city, there seems to be a strange atmosphere.

Drum Lane.

Song House.

Song Jingguo sat in the main hall, his brows were furrowed, and his expression was very heavy.

"What did Mr. Li say?"

Song Fu, who had just rushed back from Li's residence, didn't even bother to have a sip of tea, stood in the hall and cupped his hands and said, "I haven't seen Mr. Li, and the guard said Mr. Li hasn't seen any visitors recently."

Song Jingguo frowned heavily, and the old hand holding the armrest of the seat could see the veins.

There is no doubt that their Song family has encountered an unprecedented crisis.

The pitch-black coffin that was still placed on Chang'an Gate cast a cloud over the entire capital city.

Especially for these giants in Kyoto.

It was as if the giants who had participated in the battle of the Weishui River seemed to feel the heavy oppression before the storm.

"Have you found Luoshen?"

Song Jingguo was very annoyed at the moment, very annoyed.

Undoubtedly, although he did not visit Weishui that night, but through Fu Lu Shouxi's report, he knew that he was being used by Li Haotian this time.

The other party obviously knew Li Futu's identity a long time ago, so he colluded with the temple privately, and even stirred up their Song family.

That's Emperor Yan!

mom……

With Song Jingguo's self-cultivation, Rao couldn't help but have the urge to scold his mother at this moment.

If he had known Li Futu's identity earlier, how could he have entered such muddy waters?

And the most important thing is that Emperor Yan could have become his grandson-in-law!
Song Shou lowered his head: "Patriarch, our talents are sent to Sichuan and Shu, and they should not have gotten off the plane yet."

Song Jingguo was a little embarrassed when he heard the words, but he couldn't care less.

"Luo Shen must have known the identity of Li Fu...Yan Emperor, but why did she even hide it from my grandfather? Does she want to leave our Song family that much?!"

The head of the Song family, who had always been moody and angry, obviously couldn't maintain a normal mind now, and slammed down the chair heavily.

If he wanted to know, how could things have come to this situation?
"What happened back then was for her own good. As her grandfather, how could I have the heart to watch her go abroad to suffer with a penniless boy? I didn't expect her to be so bitter now."

Song Jingguo blamed Song Luoshen's concealment of Li Futu's identity on the grievances that year.

But everyone knows that although Song Luoshen had guessed before, he couldn't be completely sure.

Moreover, in the absence of sufficient evidence to prove it, she even came to tell Song Jingguo that her first love boyfriend, the boy who left his hometown back then, had grown into the lord of the underworld after ten years, and became the leader standing on the top of the world. Emperor...

Faced with such news that is close to the Arabian Nights, Song Jingguo might believe it?
Fu Lu Shou Xi all bowed their heads, not daring to express their opinions.

"No matter what, we must find Luoshen as soon as possible!"

Song Jingguo was breathing heavily.

Now, God Song Luo has become a talisman for their Song family.

Emperor Yan obviously still has feelings for Luoshen, otherwise he would not have shown up at the wedding with the man at the peak of the temple under the risk of revealing his identity, and sneaked into the Song Mansion afterwards to try to take Luoshen away.

As long as Luoshen is still in the Song family, there is still a chance to save the situation.

"Patriarch, we didn't attack Emperor Yan that night. What we did was to bring the eldest lady back. In terms of emotion and reason, we didn't have any major faults. We didn't know anything about colluding with the temple. This is purely done by Li Haotian alone, no matter how you say it, it is impossible for the underworld to target us."

Song Lu said in a low voice.

When a catastrophe looms, the husband and wife may go their separate ways, not to mention that they have not yet successfully married with the Li family.

The Li family is now pretending to close their doors and see no visitors, so they can only be prepared to be alone.

As for contending with the underworld?
If we talk about economic warfare, their Song family may still have a little bit of confidence, but Emperor Yan was seriously injured and disappeared, and the furious hell will play a slow money game with you?
Every superpower will eventually develop into a huge economic empire. This is an inevitable trend, but what they use to shock the world is still force!
"impossible?"

Song Jingguo with a heavy expression suddenly smiled, raised his head, and looked in the direction of Chang'an Gate.

"The coffin was placed on the Chang'an gate, not in front of the Li family's gate. Don't you know the meaning of it?"

Fu Lu Shou Xi all silent.

……

The eastern border of the Dragon Kingdom.

Black Dragon City.

Under the night, figures filled with cold and dead air crossed the border from neighboring countries.

"People related to the Nalan clan..."

A white robe stood on the border, looking at the city under the night, Sen Leng gave an order.

"...Kill Unforgiven."

"promise."

Countless figures quickly scattered in all directions, and quickly disappeared into the night like ghosts.

Los Angeles.

The Nalan Manor covers an area of ​​over ten acres.

The guards patrolling outside the manor soon spotted black figures attacking from all directions.

The other party was extremely fast and silent, like a ghost.

"Stop, you are..."

A guard let out a stern roar, before he finished speaking, a figure approached, without further ado, he swung the death scythe sharply in his hand, and cut him in half.

Blood dripped like mist.

The surrounding palace guards were terrified, and they couldn't help subconsciously taking a step back, their faces full of horror.

This figure in a black cloak held the sickle that was still dripping blood on his shoulder, and looked at the magnificent Nalan Palace with indifferent eyes.

"Not a single one."

Around the palace, blood and blood flowed at the same time.

Just three days.

The earth seemed to be stained red with blood.

This area of ​​nearly 100 square kilometers of wilderness was completely overwhelmed, and they lowered their rebellious heads one after another, gave up resistance, and crawled tremblingly on the ground.

This land was once trampled by the iron hooves of alien races.

Fall again.

(End of this chapter)