Evil Emperor’s Poisonous Consort: Divine Doctor Young Miss

"I will go too." "I will go too!"

"Hone to be honest!" Night Feather squinted: "You have this strength, going will only give me trouble."

After that, the night feathers slammed into the wall and entered Zhaofu.

The night feathers touched a room in the shadows, just approaching, and the dialogue of several men came out.

"This little girl is very forbidden to play."

"Zhao Saner, how have you been killed by you, and the brothers have not yet been on."

Call!

The door was pushed open, and the night feathers entered the house, bringing in a gust of wind.

"who are you!"

A teenage girl in the house was tied to the bed, surrounded by three or five men.

Puff puff!

The night feathers did not speak, the hands fell, and in the blink of an eye, several people were lying on the ground.

Reaching out and touching the girl's neck, there is no pulse.

Squatting, squatting.

The night feathers clenched the palms, and the bones blew a little and went to the next room. In the dark scorpion, killing is even worse!

......

Inside a house.

"Second brother, you have to avenge me!" A man with a red body was lying on the bed, gnashing his teeth, and holding the quilt tightly.

Zhao Cheng’s second elder Zhao Cheng stood by the bed and looked at Zhao An, who was sent back by the Yuanwu auction site. He said with a gloomy face: "Who did it."

Zhao An was the head of Zhao who had previously sinned at the Yuanwu auction site. At this moment, the eyes that swollen into a slit became somewhat confused. From beginning to end, he did not know the specific identity of the two mysterious people.

Zhao Cheng still wants to ask something, and suddenly there are some slight noises coming from outside the door.

Hey! Boom!

The door panel was broken and a black shadow broke into the house.

Who!

Zhao Cheng’s eyes condensed and he saw the objects that came in. It was his own guard and there was a blood hole in his throat.

"Come on!" Zhao Cheng looked at the black man at the door, and there was an unpredictable hunch in his heart.

There was no movement outside the house, and the silence was surprising.

The pretty face under the black feathers of the night feathers is covered with chill, and the sound is like ice. "You don't have to shout, they have already gone to see the king."

Crazy junior!

Zhao Cheng heard the sound of the night feathers, and instantly judged that the night feathers were not old, and their strength was as high as the fifth-order of the spirits, and they screamed, and a pair of iron palms came to the night feathers.

Hey!

With a short knife into the body, Zhao Cheng couldn't think of his own belly. His palms were still in the air. At the moment of death, he couldn't figure out why the speed of this person would suddenly increase.

"Yes, it is you!" Zhao An was lying on the bed and looked at the demon in front of him. He recognized it. This person was the one who was at the auction site during the day. The next moment, Zhao An’s eyebrows had a triangular blood hole.

Zhao Fu is already dead at the moment, but the only house in the middle of the room is accompanied by a burst of oppression.

"Who!"

Zhao Wensheng, who is over forty years old, is squatting on the beautiful little girl, suddenly feeling that the window has been opened and stopped.

"Ah--" Xiao Yan also saw the black feathers of this window, screaming.

"The person who wants you to die!" The night feathers leaped into the house, and the short blade in his hand was still dripping with blood.

"Hey!" Zhao Wensheng possesses the sixth-order strength of the spirits. After a brief panic, he calms down and takes out the sword at the bedside to kill the night feathers.

Ding!

The long sword collided with the short knife and splashed a spark.

The weapons of the two men opened at the same time, and the other hand hit the other side's body at the same time.

Although the night feathers are thin and thin, she is much faster than Zhao Wensheng.

The night feathers and white fists were first hit on Zhao Wensheng's chest. Zhao Wensheng's palm was only half a minute slower, plucking the squat of the feathers and tearing down the face towel of the night feathers.

Hey! Zhao Wensheng's body squatted on the bed, his breath was disordered, and he only grasped the black face towel pulled from the night feathers.

"Ah! It's your waste!" The little sister on the bed also stared at the face of the night feathers.

Before Zhao Wensheng got up, the night feathers had already reached the bed, and the tip of the knife arrived at Zhao Wensheng's eyebrow: "Since I saw my face, you can only die!"

"Do not--"

The hand fell off the knife.