Van Gogh said indifferently: "Last night, the residence of the Marquis of Zhen Guo was suddenly attacked by monsters. Thanks to the kindness of the Leng family, it is reasonable for me to save the eldest lady. As for Miss Leng, the little old man doesn't know. "

Wang Hong snorted coldly: "Old man, do you think I'm a child? Or, you think you have a high status and qualifications, so I really dare not kill you?"

Fan Gao's expression remained unchanged, and he said seriously: "The little old man is just an ordinary person, how can he judge the status, but the little old man is not wrong, why do you want to kill the old man? Please ask for instructions!"

Wang Hong was furious, pointing at Van Gogh's nose and cursing: "Bastard, you and Leng Meiying colluded together and destroyed the Zhen Guohou's mansion, you really broke into the palace, ruined the big prison, killed the warden and his wife!" Buried Sunset, Yun Zhe and other experts, you still want to deny it?"

Van Gogh smiled indifferently: "The young master has a high opinion of the little old man. Although the little old man has learned a little bit of kung fu, how can he compete with the warden? How can he kill the dignified man?"

"Hmph, of course you don't have this ability, but what about Leng Meiying?" Wang Hong snorted dissatisfied.

Van Gogh even sighed.

"Although the Leng family has been kind to me, the little old man wants to say something disrespectful to Miss Leng San. With her title of 'a waste of the Marquis of the Town's Mansion' and a 'disgrace to the Imperial College', the young master thinks Can she kill Lord Prisoner and Lord Yun Zhe?"

In a word, Wang Hong was stunned by the direct question, and even made him forget for a moment that he had investigated Leng Meiying's extraordinary strength!

After being interrupted by Van Gogh, Wang Hong wasted a lot of time, and by the time he realized it, he was already short of the boss in terms of time.

"Wang Hong, don't get entangled with him, I'm afraid he has already left, let's chase after him!" A majestic voice came from outside the room, and then more than half of the team members left following that voice.

Wang Hong glanced at Fan Gogh bitterly, but at this time it was important to chase Leng Meiying, but he didn't care about Fan Gogh anymore, he shook his hand and left bitterly.

Looking at the masters of the heavenly group going away, Fan Gao sighed heavily.

"My lord, the next step is to depend on fate."

Van Gogh actually complained about Leng Meiying's recklessness in his heart, but at this time, the most important thing is to save his life, as for other things, they are not so important.

The eldest lady stood by the door without saying a word, and she shed two tears of worry only after everyone was far away, and then went back to pray for Leng Meiying.

At this time, Leng Meiying was led by Le Bing and the others all the way across the street, towards the most remote north gate.

When they were tens of meters away from the city gate, Le Bing and the others had no choice but to retreat, because they saw that the city gate was completely cleared, and hundreds of soldiers were waiting there.

Although they were just ordinary soldiers, the three of them couldn't solve the entanglement in an instant. What's more, if they rushed over by force, they would definitely alarm some experts.

This is the imperial city, the imperial capital, and nothing else. There are a lot of masters, especially those at the Emperor Wu level.

Since Leng Meiying made a big noise in the palace last night, the entire imperial capital has been considered a mess, and there are not many people walking on the streets.

And those homeless people were resettled outside the city in batches by the city guards. Therefore, if Le Bing and others had not been packaged by Van Gogh before they came out, I am afraid that they have been found abnormal by now.

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