Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 572 Who deserves to die?
"Who the hell? Get out!" Yang Yong shouted again.

The room was still silent, except for those scattered corpses, there was almost no other abnormality.

Yang Yong gritted his teeth, drew his knife and stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the darkness in front of him, and at the same time he ordered to the two behind him: "Go, quickly find the prince."

The two soldiers looked at each other, pressed the man lying on the ground, and asked hesitantly, "What about this man?"

Yang Yong became anxious immediately: "This is at most a young man, who uses money to do things, and it's useless. The most important thing is to catch the one in the room, go find the prince!"

The two immediately understood, and ran out of the yard without saying a word. Just as they ran to the door, a cold voice sounded: "No need."

Yu Wenzheng then appeared by the door.

The two soldiers immediately stopped and bowed their heads in salute.

With a wave of his hand, Yu Wenzheng walked up to Yang Yong without saying a word, pressed down his hand holding the knife, pulled him behind him, and calmly raised his voice to the room: "Come out, the person you want to kill, it's here."

As soon as the words fell, a ghostly black figure suddenly appeared in front of the door, with a speed as fast as a gust of wind, leaving only a series of blurred double figures.

Heiying's face was hidden in the darkness, but his legs were exposed to the moonlight. The crescent moon knife in his hand shot out a cold light, which flashed through Yu Wenzheng's deep eyes.

"Did he send you here?" Yu Wenzheng asked calmly, still looking calm.

The man didn't speak, but clenched the sharp knife in his hand.

However, his silence, to Yu Wenzheng, is another kind of default.

"It seems so." Yu Wenzheng smiled lightly.

The man finally opened his mouth, but his voice was hoarse and burning like a fire: "Rebellious ministers and thieves, rebellious criminals, plotting the world, damn it!"

A brief but shocking passage, Yu Wenzheng seemed to be listening to a general complaint, and asked with a smile with interest: "He told you these words?"

The man squeezed out two more words between his teeth: "Damn it!"

Yu Wenzheng was still smiling, and the newly changed black long clothes fluttered slightly, making him noble and elegant, and he was not surprised at all: "I deserve to die for plotting the country, so he deserves to die for disregarding the lives of the people?"

The man only answered two words: "Thief!"

In an instant, the light in Yu Wenzheng's eyes changed, as if a wave was rising, but it disappeared in an instant.Standing behind him, Yang Yong felt a bone-piercing chill rushing towards his face.

Lord, he is... angry
"Thief?" Yu Wenzheng sneered lowly, the coldness in his tone penetrated flesh and blood, and went straight to the bone marrow: "He is the king of a country, but he labeled innocent people as a thief in order to kill me alone. It seems that this king's The concubine is right, anyone can sit on this throne, except him!"

His words angered the man in the dark, and Yang Yong saw that he had raised the scimitar, and the tip of the knife pointed directly at Yu Wenzheng's heart.

"Death!" the man declared coldly in an emotionless voice.

Yu Wenzheng stood still, confronting the point of the knife.A distant, icy, ruthless murderous aura was reflected in the deep pupils.

"Tonight, someone must die between you and me, but that person is definitely not me." Yu Wenzheng said lightly with a vigorous flame in his eyes.

After speaking, neither of them moved, they kept their original posture and looked at each other quietly.

Just when Yang Yong thought they had given up the battle, the man in the darkness suddenly moved, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to Yu Wenzheng, and with a scimitar, he slashed towards Yu Wenzheng's chest.

(End of this chapter)