The poisonous concubine can't be provoked

The beggar waited at the door for a long time, and the door finally opened again.

The elder changed into a beggar's suit, and his face was dirty and dark.

The same beggar costume members followed behind him.

The little beggar was not stunned, but was used to it. He hurried to the city gate with the elder.

After all, he also knew that the reason why the elder changed his clothes was not because the officers and soldiers strengthened their patrol. It seemed that they wanted to catch suspicious elements.

On the street, people seem to come and go as usual, but when they slowly approach the city gate, they will notice that some people go to the city gate again.

The elders of Jingyue guild and his men looked at the city gate from a distance. It seemed that there were some snow-white things hanging faintly.

Ahead, the crowd is a little dense.

Under the leadership of the little beggar, the elder finally crowded to the front with disgust and disdain when passing by the people watching the excitement, and saw what was hanging on the gate over the gate stopped by the officers and soldiers.

That's the corpse of their Jingyue guild disciple!

The elder looked at them who had passed away, wearing white clothes with blood marks beaten on their clothes.

It is conceivable that there is still one breath of them, and what kind of torture they suffered before they died!

Damn, shame!

What a shame!

The elder looked at the corpses, gnashing his teeth, which made his face pale. At the same time, there was a blush of anger, alternating on his face. Even on his dirty face at the moment, he still could see his mood.

"Ah!"

He couldn't stand the emotion and shouted out.

People standing next to him were scared away from him and watched him act like a madman.

After he finished shouting, he saw his palm spinning in the air for a while, the air produced gorgeous colors, and a long sword quietly appeared in his hand.

"Kill me!" the elder raised his long sword and roared at the officers and soldiers. Behind him, his disciples also summoned weapons to fight with him.

The people who were still standing nearby and didn't know why ran away in panic.

The elder of Jingyue guild couldn't stand the stimulation and finally attacked with the soldiers.

In the palace, in the prince's bedroom.

Qi Beihan was sitting by the bed, twisting his hot wool handkerchief and wiping his cheeks for LAN Yiqing, who was still sleeping. His eyes showed tenderness and delicacy.

There was peace all around.

But after a while, a bodyguard rushed in and reported to him about Jingyue guild in the street.

After hearing this, Qi Beihan frowned and didn't care that this is not a suitable room to talk about these problems. When he stood up, he was ready to lead troops to fight with the people of Jingyue guild.

However, as soon as Qi Beihan stood up, the sleeve of his right hand was pulled.

Qi Beihan turned back and saw that he had opened his eyes, but his face was still pale and blue.

In fact, she was about to wake up when she heard what the bodyguard said to Beihan. She opened her eyes and saw that Qi Beihan was leaving. She also wanted to go together. Naturally, she wouldn't let him go first.

LAN Yiqing spoke out his idea of going too. He looked sober without half turbidity.

Qi Beihan had no choice but to take LAN Yiqing to the city gate to fight with Jingyue guild again.