Beast Concubine Night Crazy: The Untamable Female Slave

Wang Hong swaggered forward and rushed in, laughing loudly: "Beauty, my beauty, sir, I'm here..."

Van Gogh's face full of vicissitudes did not show any fluctuations in expression, but while he was playing the piano, his figure had already moved to the front of the gate, blocking Wang Hong.

"Hey, old man, are you looking for death? My uncle was ordered to capture Leng Meiying, the rebellious daughter of Marquis Zhen. Are you trying to disobey the emperor's orders?"

Van Gogh raised his head slowly, and glanced at Wang Hong and the group of people behind him!

Among this group of people, the masters of the Martial Emperor Realm accounted for the majority, and among them, some even couldn't see through him!

Although Van Gogh's expression could not be seen to have changed, he was still very grateful in his heart.

If Lord Jiuyin Zhebie hadn't been sent away just now, it would have been quite troublesome given the current situation of Lord!

Now that Leng Meiying has left, there is only one thing for Van Gogh to do, and that is - procrastination!

Only if these people are delayed here and they are not allowed to find Lord Jiuyin Zhebie, then Le Bing and the others can take him out of the city, otherwise, it will be just as bad as hell!

Thinking of this, Van Gogh kept his face pale and replied calmly: "My lord, the little old man can't hear what you are talking about!"

"Hmph, don't think that I don't know about your relationship with Leng Meiying, but if you want to protect her, you must be prepared to be implicated!"

Before coming, Wang Hong obviously checked some of Leng Meiying's treatments, and understood that the relationship between Van Gogh and Leng Meiying must be extraordinary.

Fan Gao also agreed, nodded and said: "I am indeed a believer of Lord Jiuyin Zhebie, but now, Master Jiuyin Zhebie is not here!"

Wang Hong still sneered, pinching the knuckles of each other with his left and right hands, the joint sounds like popping beans sounded one after another, one after another, making people frown.

"Is that so? Not here? Then let my uncle take a look!"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Hong stepped forward and passed through Van Gogh directly. With a wave of his big hand, the strong wind blew towards the gate.

"So fast..." Van Gogh was amazed in his heart, but Wang Hong couldn't break through so easily.

As soon as he stepped on his feet, the old figure had already passed through quickly.

"Bump!"

The sounds of fist-to-fist clashes resounded in the yard, and a moment later, Wang Hong gave a loud shout, a red light burst out from his fist, and a large mass of crimson flames shot out. The flames were three feet high, hard Vigorously forced Van Gogh away.

"Hmph, I really want to see who else is inside what you, a dead old man, are desperately guarding."

"Squeak!"

The door was opened from the inside, revealing the serious face of the eldest lady.

"This is... Madam Zhen Guohou!"

In the crowd, someone recognized the eldest lady and cried out.

Wang Hong's expression changed, and she suddenly realized something.

As soon as the figure was wrong, the body pierced into the room like a sharp red arrow, and passed the eldest lady.

The room was empty, not only one room, but all the rooms Wang Hong had already looked at, and there was no one left.

With a dark face, Wang Hong went downstairs and looked at Van Gogh coldly.

"Why is Mrs. Zhen Guohou here with you? Where is Leng Meiying? Why isn't she here?"