Princess, be nice

Chapter 1871 Who is behind the scenes

Now she has more important things, such as children's affection, are not within her scope.

Then Yuan Changhuan threw Yuan Miao to Zhetian, "Just protect the little master, don't let him get out of your eyes."

"Oh yes!"

Responding immediately, Zhetian quickly nodded in agreement.

After Yuan Changhuan rode his horse and ran forward, Zhetian was in the mood to ask.

"Little master, what's wrong with the princess?"

Mrs. Ping, who was the most concerned before, is ignoring her now. Has something major happened?

Yuan Miao's face was aggrieved, "Brother Ning Ning is missing."

With a shaking of his hand, Zhetian felt bad all over, "Why did he suddenly disappear??!!"

Isn't Mo Chen here? She can't even look after a child. No wonder Shi Zifei wants to let herself look after the little master, because she is afraid that the little master will also be taken away.

Thinking of this, Zhetian hugged his little master's waist even harder, watching all directions.

I was afraid that if I was not careful, I would lose my little master.

When the time comes, how will I explain to the Crown Princess!

The next morning.

Yuan Changhuan reined in the reins and gave Yuan Miao more protection. She had no other worries in her heart. Besides, if that person caught Ning Ning, if he caught Miao Miao again, he would definitely irritate her, and his purpose should be to lure her. Come on.

Who the hell would have such a big killer alliance.

Even batch after batch of people were sent to die.

Who on earth is it.

Yuan Changhuan's peach blossom eyes were as deep as an abyss, and there was a faint guess in his heart.

Followed by the Killing League's killer and Mo Chen and other hidden guards.

Looking at the door that appeared, Yuan Changhuan said in a cool voice, "Smash it down, hit it to death!"

Sure enough, they came to mess things up.

I just like the aggressiveness of my leader. In an instant, a group of subordinates, as if they had been beaten to death, should be more straightforward than anyone else, "Yes, the subordinates will smash it."

Whoever does the job of smashing the field enjoys it.

The movement outside had already spread to the Killer League.

The Killer League is on a mountain. This mountain is rugged, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and if there is danger, they will quickly evacuate. I have to say that this is a good place.

Layers of fog filled the air, and it was impossible to see whether it was a human or a ghost, a man or a woman, from a distance of three feet.

At this time, within the Killer League.

A handsome man in a silver brocade robe embroidered with cloud patterns sat leisurely in the center.

There are several chairs below, but no one dares to sit down, except for the lower right side of the man, a dazzling monk in brocade cassock, sitting upright.

Putting your hands together, those who don't know think it's pious.

Only Changsun Jing knew clearly that Xuanling had no Buddha heart at all, and insisted on treating himself as a monk with Buddha heart.

If there is a little bit of compassion from the Buddha's heart, it will not kill people without blinking an eye.

Of the eight guardians of the Killer League, only four remain, kneeling in front of them in unison, "King, please allow us to fight."

People are calling at the door, why is Wang so calm.

"War?" A faint sneer sounded, and the four raised their heads together.

It was the monk next to their king who spoke.

That is, the legendary Master Xuanling.

The four guardians dare not complain, they can only listen to others mocking them.

"How do you four compare with Yu and the four of them?"

Xuan Ling asked calmly.

Although they didn't want to admit it, the four guardians still replied, "On par."

"That's it. They easily captured those four alive. You four rushed out, and you also want to be captured alive. Don't you think it's not enough to add to the chaos?" Xuan Ling sarcastically said.

(End of this chapter)