Don't mess with the second lady

Chapter 92

what happened?Where did that terrifying aura come from?He was already a master at the fourth level of profound strength, but he still felt a little timid in the face of the coercion just now. Where did that coercion come from?Is it an illusion?
"What's going on here?" Feng Songling, who was at the end, finally appeared in front of everyone, his eyes swept over the women who were almost stripped off, and then looked at Yan Qianqiu and Yue Wuyuan who had ugly faces, and frowned. Involuntarily screwed up.

"Hey, it's my old friend. It's only been a few days since I left my side. So soon, there are two little white faces following around." It is Chi Guoguo's lust.

"Hello old friend?" Feng Songling's face sank when he heard these three words, and asked Yan Qianqiu beside him, "Qianqiu, do you know this person?"

"I know." Yan Qianqiu looked at Zhao Luo without any trace, his face was calm, but his eyes were as cold as ice, and he said coolly: "This man is a famous flower picker, and he almost despised my sister again. Save each other, I'm afraid both of my sisters have been killed by him."

"Is there such a thing?" Feng Songling clenched his fists, his chest was about to explode when he thought of that wretched man who almost ate Qianqiu's sister.

Yan Qianqiu nodded, but she couldn't help secretly rejoicing. Although her profound strength has improved a lot, judging from the last fight, it is still very difficult to defeat Zhao Luo. Seeing that the three-day period is coming, she is thinking There was no solution, but Feng Songling and Yue Wuyuan had never expected to meet this matter together.

With the two of them here, the Xunhuan Building can be preserved, but she couldn't believe that there was no way to deal with a flower picker.

Yan Qianqiu had a good idea, but she overlooked a detail, Feng Songling is the emperor, but this time he did not bring a few people with him to meet her alone.

"Come on, take this beast down for me!" Feng Songling gave the order, and pointed the folding fan at Zhao Luo in the distance.

The guards who followed him responded, and each drew their long swords and rushed up. These people were all Feng Songling's personal guards, and they were all masters at the apex of the third level of profound strength. The wind lifted the curtains in the hall and danced endlessly.

Seeing several masters rushing up at the same time, Zhao Luo didn't dare to be careless. After all, although he was not inferior to these people in terms of personal ability, but these people attacked him at the same time, which made him feel very difficult. He stepped back and shouted: "Well, you little boy, you started to do it before you finished speaking. It seems that you really want to get your hands on Master's friend!"

"Full of nonsense! If you dare to say anything about my master, I will kill you!" One of the guards became even more angry when he heard him swearing, and the sword moves in his hand became more and more ruthless. .

Zhao Luo snorted coldly and retreated as he fought, but he still roared: "What's the matter, could it be that I became angry from embarrassment when I said it hurt? Even my wife wants to steal it, this little boy is a master! But...the woman that the Lord likes can only be my woman..."

As Zhao Luo spoke, a strange smile gradually appeared on his face. It turned out that he actually walked up the stairs on the second floor while stepping back unknowingly.

At this moment, he was standing on the air vent on the second floor, and there was some white powder in his hand. The moment he opened his palm, the white powder instantly floated into the air.

The white powder flew into the air, and disappeared without a trace the moment everyone noticed it.

Everything happened too fast, the speed of the powder dissipating was only enough for people to see some afterimages, and it was too late when everyone realized that they wanted to stop it.

"No one wants to walk out of this gate today! I, Zhao Luo, have always had complaints and complaints, and I have revenge. I said that to destroy Xun Huan Lou, this place must disappear from the eyes of the world." Zhao Luo stood on the wooden ladder. Instead of running away in embarrassment, there is a condescending feeling.

"Despicable!" Yan Qianqiu snorted coldly, "Deliberately sending a letter saying that he would come to Xun Huanlou for trouble three days later, but unexpectedly came earlier, only a scum like you can come up with such a cunning method. "

"Soldiers never tire of cheating! Beauty, don't scold me now, maybe I will still be your husband in the future. If I were you, I would try my best to please me. Maybe in the days to come I can pamper you a few more days." Zhao Luo Yue's words became more and more disgusting, and the expression on his face gradually showed a look of obscenity, and finally the true face of the flower picker was revealed.

Yan Qianqiu clenched her fists and stepped forward unconsciously. She didn't want to show her strength in front of Feng Songling and others unless she had to. slid down.

"Be careful." Yue Wuyuan supported her with a heavy expression.

Yan Qianqiu was startled, and then realized that he was suddenly very weak, not even able to walk. Looking at Zhao Luo in shock, his smile became more and more cunning.

"The powder just now is Hua Gong San, which is different from ordinary Hua Gong San. The powder just now is obviously several times stronger." Yue Wuyuan seemed to know what she wanted to ask, and had already taken the initiative to explain.

Maybe it was to prove something, the guards who chased and killed Zhao Luo before gradually fell to the ground powerlessly, even Feng Songling couldn't withstand the medicine's power, and there was a tendency to fall, but he was in the end The king of a country, gritted his teeth and struggled not to let himself fall.

Zhao Luo saw that everyone had lost the strength to resist, so he walked down the stairs in a calm manner. He walked to the door in a calm manner, and slowly closed the door under everyone's gaze. .

The heavy door was closed with a creaking sound.

The lantern outside the door had a faint yellow light, but when the door was slowly closed, it gradually moved away from people's sight, like hope, ruthlessly isolated from the door.

"Shameless person, you dare to do evil in my Fengxiao country. It's hard to get rid of my anger if you don't smash your body into thousands of pieces!" Feng Songling's face was pale, and cold sweat was dripping on his forehead. The majesty of his king.

(End of this chapter)