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Chapter 291 "You... who the hell are you?" (4w)

Long Live Lord caught up with him in an instant, and he asked eagerly, "You said it was left by Chacha?"

Chacha has been here!

Murong Ying was overjoyed, he had never been so happy before, he nodded heavily: "That's right! This must be the clue that Chacha left for us!"

Long live God and Murong Ying were happy, but no one noticed the fake Taoist's stare eyes when he saw the empty courtyard.

"My box... where did my box go!"

He rushed in front of Long Live Lord like a mad dog, pointed at him: "Is it you! What is your purpose of approaching me? Did you take my 'goods'!"

The fake Taoist wished he could go over and grab the man he disliked the most, but before he could stretch out his hand, Gu Qin's knife was one step ahead of him and put it on his neck.

The white spikes touched the weakest pulse in his neck——

The fake Taoist was immediately frightened and did not dare to move.

Gu Qin said coldly: "Kneel down."

The fake Taoist did as he did, trembling and almost paralyzed on the ground. After he gasped for breath, he suddenly remembered the speed at which Gu Qin drew his sword out of its sheath just now.

So fast in less than a blink of an eye!
There are very few people in the whole world who can have such masters around them!

Not only did he doubt the identity of the man in front of him again, he licked his dry lips and stammered, "You... who are you?"

After the words fell, the footsteps of heavy soldiers sounded outside.

It was Xiao San and King Jinyuan.

The fake Taoist recognized Xiao San, and he seemed to see a savior: "Third Young Master! Save me!"

The third son is very rich, there must be a way to save him!
But the fake Taoist didn't expect that the third son he was looking forward to didn't even bother to look at him, but beside him... the boss behind Fulu Yipin, whose real identity was the man who was the king of Jinyuan, half kneeled and saluted at the same time. The voice was loud and loud: "See Brother Huang!"

!!!

The blood on the fake Taoist's face seemed to be drained instantly.

Emperor... They just called this man Brother Huang...

The prince's brother... has only one identity... and that is... the current emperor! !

He really is Long Live!
The fake Taoist immediately felt that the most terrifying thing was not the knife on his shoulder, but the cold eyes of Long Live God!
What outrageous things did he say!
The fake Taoist didn't have the courage to think back, he felt like his throat was tightly choked by a big palm, so tight that he couldn't breathe, so tight that he even felt the passing of his own life!
"Great... Your Majesty... Your Majesty! Your Majesty, please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

The head of the fake Taoist slammed into the gravel-covered ground.

Compared with survival, what is disfigurement?
Gu Qin withdrew his gaze from scanning the entire backyard.

He had inspected everything here beforehand, but all the boxes here were gone.

Holding a knife in his hand, he bowed his head respectfully and said to the Lord Long Live: "Your Majesty, all the wooden boxes containing all the three-year-old children have disappeared. The disappearance of the little princess is very likely related to these disappearing wooden boxes."

Murong Ying said thoughtfully: "So as long as you find out where the wooden box is, you can find Chacha!"

Missing princess?
The fake Taoist priest was even more frightened to death when he heard it. He just deceived the children of ordinary people. Even if he had the heart of a leopard, he would not dare to show any evil intentions to the royal princess!
Concubine Ning clenched her fists in worry, and stood with Concubine Hua and the princes.

Waiting for the order from the Lord Long Live.

Long Live Lord leaned over slightly, with murderous eyes in his eyes: "Tell me, where did the wooden box go?"

(End of this chapter)