Daughter's favorite concubine: Don't come here, the black-bellied prince

Chapter 807 Deeply honored
"Miss Shen, take a closer look, who am I?" The woman in white floated two feet forward, exposing her pale face to the moonlight that leaked from the canopy.

"You are Yingling?" The saint of Sa Jianmen?
After returning from Jiangnan, Xinmeng once heard that she had escaped from the Zhao Mansion in Shanyang and disappeared without a trace. She never expected to see her here again.

Giggling twice, obviously very happy, the woman in white nodded: "I didn't expect Miss Shen to still remember Yingling, Yingling is really honored."

Feeling bad, the saint of Sa Jianmen suddenly appeared in front of her, she must have a plan, but Xinmeng didn't want to show the slightest timidity, and said in a flat tone: "If you dare to show up, you can do it Aren't you afraid that I'll catch you and send you to the officials for investigation?"

She giggled, as if she had heard something funny, and after she stopped laughing, Yingling said disdainfully: "Although Yingling is not of noble birth like Miss Shen, Yingling is not someone who doesn't understand the law. May I ask Shen Miss, what heinous thing did Yingling do to be sent to the officials for investigation?"

Xinmeng froze for a moment, what she said seemed to make sense.

At the beginning, Yingling used illusion to separate her from the eighth prince, just to arrest her and meet the mysterious master of the Sword Sword Sect, Kaisa, but in the end it was unsuccessful. thing.

However, this does not negate the fact that she has malicious intentions.

"The crime of attempted kidnapping must also be punished by law," Xin Meng said.

Jie Jie... Jie Jie...

Yingling was floating back and forth in the mid-air, and bursts of weird laughter came out of her mouth. The voice was fast and slow, loud and small. Coupled with that snow-white dress and pale face, she was laughing. At night like this and in the deep woods, she looked like a female ghost who was about to kill her.

"That's enough, stop pretending to be a ghost!" There is no reason, Xinmeng just believes that Yingling is a living person.

Yingling stopped laughing, a frustrated expression flashed across her face, she rushed towards Xinmeng suddenly, flung out her long sleeves, and waved towards her face.

Accompanying it was a puff of white smoke.

Before the white smoke could pounce, Xinmeng quickly leaned back, rolled over and landed on the ground. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she immediately realized something was wrong.

No, there are traps!

She didn't have time to think about it, her body had already reacted, she tiptoed, and jumped to the side.

But, it's too late!

A large fine net was suddenly pulled up from the ground and flew upwards rapidly. At the same time, the mouth of the net was tightened.

Xinmeng, who reacted instantly, pulled out the dagger without hesitation, and cut the ropes of the net with all her strength.

"Don't bother, this net is indestructible. It is not made of ordinary hemp rope, but thin wire of cold iron that has been woven many times." Yingling floated over, looking at the nets proudly. Xinmeng, her eyes fell on the dagger in her hand, and she clicked her tongue involuntarily.

"What a sharp knife! Unfortunately, I still can't do anything to my millennium cold iron net." She touched her chin lightly, "If you don't believe it, just keep cutting. I'm afraid, the blade will be blunt and it will collapse. You will feel bad."

Xinmeng slowly withdrew her dagger, stared at Yingling intently, and thought to herself: "Ghosts don't have jaws, and Yingling is obviously not a ghost, but what kind of martial art is she using to be able to stay in mid-air for a long time? Floating around without any difficulty."

(End of this chapter)