Fengming the world: The cold princess is too enchanting

Chapter 152 Clearing the Portal
"Things that can arouse the interest of the Seventh Prince." Lin Wan paused, and said: "You don't need to know too much about this matter, so just follow Aijia's instructions, and Aijia guarantees that it will be like yours in the end." will."

"Okay, I believe you." As she spoke, Chu Yanran put away the bracelet that Lin Wan handed over. Judging by Lin Wan's current situation, she couldn't play any tricks, so she didn't have to be too defensive.

"The empress dowager wants to rest, so I will step back first." After saying that, Chu Yanran turned around and left the cold palace one step at a time.

Seeing the back of Chu Yanran leaving, Lin Wan's thoughts surged, her clothes slipped off her body, and a gust of cold wind blew in, chilling her heart from head to toe.

This time, she was finally about to settle the grievances of many years.

As long as she leaves here, she can keep a low profile and gradually strengthen herself. One day, she will be able to trample Chu Yinge in the mud. Of course, she will not let go of anyone who has made plans for her, such as Say, Chu Yanran.

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Although it has been two days since the fire at the Jiangnan Casino, this topic has always been a hot topic in Kyoto.

Some people are happy and some are worried. The happy thing is that from now on, the business of the Imperial Capital Casino will not be directly monopolized by the Jiangnan Casino, but the worry is that the stable economy of the Imperial Capital will suddenly break the original balance.

For some reason, Shengshi Dynasty chose to close its doors on the cusp of this crisis.

When these two things are combined, it is inevitable that people will not think too much.

But inside the closed gate, there was a dark group of people. The one standing at the highest place was naturally the martial arts leader Mo Ye, and standing beside him was Mo Ye's bodyguard, Mo Feng.

Wearing a red dress, she is extremely enchanting.

It's just that there is a sense of danger in those long and narrow eyes.

The coldness like a poisonous snake swept over everyone's heads.

Everyone below lowered their heads, did not dare to speak, did not dare to make a sound, even gasped cautiously, who did not know that the person in front of him killed his father, chased and killed his sister at a young age, and became a martial artist. The lord, with ruthless means, is invincible.

If offended, life would be worse than death.

Mo Feng moved a chair from the side and put it behind Mo Ye. Mo Ye sat down slowly, his thin lips were tightly closed, and he didn't say a word, but everyone present had thorns on their backs and stood restlessly.

No one knows what kind of tricks the person in front of him is going to play.

His sharp eyes swept across the crowd, Mo Ye curled his lips, and finally subdued his anger, leaving nothing but coldness.

"Shouldn't you give me an explanation?" The voice was not loud, but it fell into the ears of the people present, and they could hear the meaning of coercion.

This time, they couldn't absolve themselves of the blame for the Jiangnan Gambling House incident, but they couldn't blame them all for this incident. The opponent's power was so powerful that people really couldn't avoid it.

A crowd, speechless.

Mo Ye's words were like a pebble thrown into the sea. Although it caused ripples, it finally returned to calm.

Obviously, Mo Ye was not satisfied with the result.

Caught off guard, the palm wind swept over the person standing in the middle, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, sprinkled on the floor of Shengshi Dynasty, turning into enchanting flowers.

Bloodthirsty and seductive, but charming.

Everyone was shocked and withdrew in a circle, the astonishment on their faces was clearly seen by the person sitting at the top.

Mo Ye leaned on the back of the chair, lazily stretched his long legs, a little carelessly, as if the person lying down there was not killed by him.

"Anyone else want an explanation?"

As soon as these words came out, the rest of the people didn't dare to keep silent anymore. One of them came out, knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Leader, what happened this time is indeed due to the lack of supervision of the subordinates, but the opponent is really too powerful, otherwise, how could we have no power to parry."

"There's no defense." Mo Feng snorted coldly, and the disdain in his eyes became even stronger.

"I don't want useless people under my hands."

"Leader, we have followed you for so long, you can't cross the river and tear down the bridge!" The people below were still trying to make the last struggle.

"Crossing the river and tearing down the bridge? You'll make yourself look bad." Mo Ye sneered, "Killing you, at best, can be regarded as killing a donkey!"

"Anyway, it's death anyway. Since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous!" As he said that, the person below suddenly slipped a dagger from his sleeve and pointed it at Mo Ye's heart.

Everyone's eyes widened. Looking at this scene, flesh and blood flew everywhere. They saw that the man was cut into pieces within three meters of Mo Ye, and his body was torn apart.

This internal force actually tore the flesh apart, and it was still so far away.

Dumbfounded, fear spread from the bottom of their hearts, breaking through all the defenses in their hearts bit by bit, and finally, they collapsed completely.

But Mo Ye, as if nothing had happened, glanced narrowly at this group of people. From their eyes, he saw shock, inconceivability, fear, fear, and death.

Mo Feng didn't feel anything about this scene. After all, he had seen and experienced more bloody scenes before.

That blood flowing into a river is no longer an adjective, but a fact.

"Leader, please forgive me, this subordinate knows his mistake..."

"Leader, my subordinates are willing to make up for their mistakes..."

"Leader, spare your life, Lord, spare your life!"

The people below started begging for mercy, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed desperately, blood flowed out without knowing it.

Mo Feng looked at the person sitting beside him expressionlessly, and said in a cold tone, "Leader, how should we deal with it?"

"Why keep the useless people?" Mo Ye got up from his seat and looked at the people below, feeling a little sad in his heart. When he walked past Mo Feng, he paused and patted Mo Feng's shoulder.

"The floor of this prosperous dynasty is a bit dirty, let's wash it with their blood."

"Yes, this subordinate knows what to do." Mo Feng accepted the order with a nod.

Mo Ye didn't say anything anymore, turned around and walked into the room. There were wailing and screaming sounds from behind, but Mo Ye didn't seem to hear all of this.

The killing, from start to stop, ruined the living, leaving only corpses.

Bones piled up, blood flowed like a river, and a force has since declined, no, to be precise, it has disappeared.

In the room, Mo Ye was lying on the couch, propping his head with his left hand, eyes closed, and his mind was in a mess.

He relied on the imperial power to get to where he is today step by step. Secretly, he did something that was sorry for the imperial power.But people want to live for themselves, he is not willing to be reconciled to the imperial power, what's wrong with wanting to break free from the shackles with his own efforts?

He admitted that Jiangnan Gambling House's books had been tampered with.

But now, this ledger is in the hands of that person. If the imperial power is used to suppress him, it will mean that all his painstaking efforts will be in vain, and he will have to start from scratch again.

(End of this chapter)