Suddenly there was a violent breaking wind in the silent air, Murong Jian came back to his senses suddenly, and saw that the closed door was kicked open, and two men in black flew in, the long sword in their hands was icy cold, She stabbed at him mercilessly.
Murong Jian's eyes froze, he turned sideways to avoid the attack of the men in black, drew out the long sword hanging in front of the bed, and fought with the men in black.
The man in black has high martial arts skills, vicious moves, and fierce swordsmanship, while Murong Jian's swordsmanship can only be regarded as mediocre, and he was beaten by the two with no strength to fight back.
Suddenly, a man in black backhanded his sword and knocked his sword to the ground. Murong Jianli narrowed his eyes and was about to lean over to pick up the sword. Another man in black's long sword It was already on his neck.
The sharp blade was pressed against Murong Jian's skin, and he had no doubt at all that if he dared to move, the long sword would immediately cut his neck.
"Who are you? Who sent you to kill me?" Murong Jian glared fiercely at the man in black, his eyes burning with rage.
The man in black didn't speak, and slowly turned to the side, revealing the wide-open door, and saw a tall black figure walking in step by step, every step he took made a loud noise, like the footsteps of a god of death stepped on someone's footsteps. on the heart.
Murong Jian opened his eyes wide and looked at the person who came, and saw that he was in his fifties, with gray hair, sharp eyes, and a cold face that was not angry and majestic, but vaguely familiar: "You are... Old Master Huo! "
The old man didn't speak, it was acquiesced, looked at him condescendingly, and said word by word: "You killed the old man's son, and the old man wants you to pay for it!"
The moment the words fell, the man in black's eyes turned cold, and he was about to cut Murong Jian's neck. Murong Jian's face changed drastically, and he explained hastily: "Old Master Huo, it was not me, but Murong Xue who killed Mr. Ling." …”
"If you hadn't lured Murong Xue to the other courtyard, how could she have harmed Huan'er..." Old Gu Master Huo glanced at him, with coldness in his eyes.
Murong Jian's face was livid, if Huo Huan hadn't wanted to find a dead ghost to lure Li Wan'er's poison, how could he have lured Murong Xue to another hospital? Huo Huan himself was incompetent, but Murong Xue discovered his sinister intentions and killed him. How could he be blamed for his death
Murong Jian slandered in his heart, and looked at Old Master Huo indifferently: "Even if you killed me, you didn't avenge Mr. Huo, the murderer who killed him is still at large..."
"I don't need to bother you. When you die, I will kill Murong Xue!" Master Huo's eyes were cold: If he dared to murder his son, he would let her be buried with Huan'er...
Murong Jian snorted disdainfully: "The current Murong Xue may be so easy to kill, the world-renowned shadow guard, who surrounds Zhen Guohou's mansion like an iron barrel..."
"Shadow Guard?" Old Master Huo's eyes narrowed slightly. He has lived in the Valley of the Medicine King for a long time, and he doesn't care about world affairs, but he has heard of the famous Shadow Guard of Qingyan Kingdom...
"That's right, the shadow guards cultivated by Murong Yue are world-renowned, and they are all left to his daughter Murong Xue. The housekeeper of your Medicine King Valley and the guards of the Medicine King's Mansion died in the hands of the shadow guards." Murong Jian leisurely. As he spoke, a little bit of schadenfreude gloated in his eyes.
Old Master Huo's eyes were narrowed. Huan'er was weak and could not practice martial arts. The housekeepers and guards he assigned to Huan'er were all the best in the Valley of the Medicine Kings. They were rare opponents in the world, but they all died in the hands of the shadow guards. The ability of the shadow guard is indeed not to be underestimated...
"How much do you know about shadow guards?" Old Master Huo looked at Murong Jian coldly.
"Not much, but not too little." Murong Jian looked at the two men in black who were holding him tight: "With these guards brought by Mr. Huo Gu, it is impossible to defeat them."
"I'm not prepared to confront them head-on." Master Huo Laogu's eyes were cold: This is Qingyan Capital, and there are as many shadow guards in the Zhenguohou's Mansion, and he only brought dozens of guards. I'm not very familiar with it. If he fights head-on, he will definitely lose. If he wants to avenge Huan'er, he can only outsmart him...
Murong Jian's eyes darkened slightly: "I don't know how Old Master Huo plans to deal with the shadow guards?"
"I have my own way, I don't need you to ask me." Old Master Huo replied unceremoniously, with undisguised impatience in his cold tone.
Murong Jian didn't mind either, and said with a smile: "I'm being abrupt... I grew up in the Marquis' Mansion of Zhen Guo since I was a child, and I am very familiar with the flowers, plants, trees and trees of the Marquis Mansion. If Master Huo needs it, I can help you here!"
Master Huo looked down at Murong Jian, and saw that his eyes were sincere and full of sincerity, and he really wanted to help him, to help him, Master Huo's expression softened slightly: "Okay, if the information you provide can really help If the old man kills Murong Xue successfully, the old man will save you from death and reward you heavily."
"Thank you, Old Valley Master Huo!" Murong Jian smiled brightly: The Marquis of Zhen Guo used to be his home, and he is very familiar with it. The information he provided will definitely help Old Valley Master Huo deal with Murong Xue with twice the result with half the effort. .
In the current Zhen Guohou Mansion, Murong Xue is the master of the house. As long as Murong Xue dies and the shadow guards have no leader, Murong Ye has nothing to fear. He can take back the Zhen Guohou Mansion just around the corner!
The golden sun shines on the antique buildings, drying the dew on the tiles, and the air is very fresh.
Several basins of ice water were placed in the corner of Luoxue Pavilion in Zhenguohou Mansion, and the room was as cool as spring.
Murong Xue wore a smoky purple floor-length dress, sat in front of the dressing mirror, and opened the Duobao Pavilion on the dressing table. In an instant, there were layers of hairpins, earrings, necklaces, jade bracelets, etc. The jewelry appeared, radiant and colorful, really beautiful.
The hairpin and earrings are all red, engraved with auspicious textures, Murong Xue blinked: Isn't this jewelry for marriage? How did you put it here? However, there are several sets of jewelry, she only needs to choose one set to use on her wedding day.
Murong Xue dialed carefully in the earrings, took out a pair of ruby earrings, and faced Ouyang Shaochen: "My lord, how about I wear these earrings on the day we get married?"
Ouyang Shaochen was standing in front of the bed and putting on his coat. Hearing her words, he looked up and saw that the ruby was in the shape of a drop, falling down, shaking back and forth, reflecting the dazzling light, which was very beautiful: "Yes, just Wear these earrings."
"Okay!" Murong Xue nodded, and put the earrings into a beautiful sandalwood box: the things that will be used on the wedding day should be separated separately, and they cannot be mixed with the usual ones...
The maid, An Xiang, came in with freshly brewed tea, and thoughtfully poured out two cups: "Senior Ouyang, Miss, please use tea!"