Emperor of Death

Chapter 1336 Offense
Qingyang City, Zhao family.

The gate is a majestic vermilion gate, and now the vermilion gate is wide open, and the guards who originally stood proudly at the gate are standing respectfully on both sides.

The elders, stewards, guards, maids, and servants in the Zhao family's mansion all lined up at the gate with their heads bowed respectfully. For the Zhao family, something important will happen.

The Patriarch is back, not only the Patriarch is back, but also the elders of Tiantumen.

Everyone stood respectfully on both sides, not even daring to show their air. If anyone dared to offend the elders of Tiantumen at such a time, their patriarch would have to skin them.

Jia Fang led three elders to wait at the door. Song Yurou and Zhao Tianhe stood beside Jia Fang. Until now, Song Yurou didn't know what happened.

"Elder Mu, Mr. Mu, this way please." Zhao Tiexin led the way with a smiling face, while Mu Yunfeng led Mu Jingyu with his head held high and his chest held high, striding towards the vermilion gate.

Song Yurou found that Mu Jingyu's eyes were fixed on him, thinking of what Jia Fang said before, his heart jumped violently.

Not shy, but nervous, as if there is a bottomless abyss in front of him, and he is about to jump into it.

"Huh?" Song Yurou noticed that behind Zhao Tiexin, apart from Zhao Zhen, there was also a man in black closely following him. This man in black was wearing a bamboo hat that covered his face so that people could not see his appearance. .

But he was inseparable from Zhao Tiexin.

Song Yurou didn't think too much, and saluted Elder Mu together with Jia Fang, and then led all the people in the mansion to respectfully say, "Welcome Elder Mu, Young Master Mu."

"Exemption!" Mu Yunfeng replied lightly, putting on airs, then passed through the crowd, and strode into the door.

"Hehe, Elder Mu and Young Master Mu are able to visit the humble house today, it really makes the humble house flourish. This way, please."

Zhao Tiexin led the two of them into the hall, and the maid who had been prepared hastily served tea and knelt down beside them respectfully.

Mu Yunfeng took the tea indifferently, and then the maid handed it to Zhao Tiexin and several elders.

"The tea is good, but the skill of the people making it is a bit low." Mu Yunfeng said plainly.

"Elder, please forgive me. I will punish the servant for not serving her well. Come and cut off the hand of the tea-making maid." At the end, Zhao Tiexin said murderously.

"Patriarch, please spare this slave." The maid who was handing tea just now hurried over and knelt down in front of Zhao Tiexin.

This is a girl who is only fifteen or sixteen years old. She is an ingenious maid in the hands of the Zhao family. She was originally praised for being able to make good tea.
"Elder Mu, please spare this slave." Perhaps because she knew it was useless to beg Zhao Tiexin, the maid turned to beg Mu Yunfeng.

Mu Yunfeng's entire brows were frowned, very impatient.

Two guards came up and grabbed the maid's hands very roughly.

"Stop!" Suddenly, Song Yurou uttered a voice, then quickly ran to Elder Mu and knelt down, begging, "Elder Mu, please forgive her, Xiao Cui is too young to make tea, offended you, Your lord has a lot." This Xiaocui lives not far from Song Yurou, the two often meet, and have gotten along for many years, and have a good relationship.

Seeing Xiao Cui's suffering, others were standing by and watching, the kind-hearted Song Yurou finally couldn't help but speak out, she knew that if she didn't speak out, Xiao Cui would be miserable.

She is the same age as a flower, if her hands are cut off, living in this life will be more uncomfortable than dying.

"Yurou..." Mu Jingyu called softly from the side.

"Oh, you're Song Yurou?" Mu Yunfeng looked at Song Yurou, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. Looking at such a beautiful woman, even his heart felt rippling. This woman is so beautiful. The beauty is breathtaking, the beauty is pure and flawless, like a blooming snow lotus.

"Yes, the little girl is Song Yurou, please be kind to Elder Mu!" In order to save Xiaocui's life, Song Yurou appeared very humble and bowed respectfully in front of Mu Yunfeng.

"Hmm!" Mu Yunfeng said indifferently, "Since it is my future daughter-in-law who is begging for mercy, then..."

Just when Song Yurou was full of hope, Mu Yunfeng continued, "Then just cut off one hand."

He is a big man, he promises everything, and if he says it this time, it is impossible to change it.

Zhao Tiexin winked at the two guards, and the two strong guards dragged Xiao Cui outside.

"Patriarch, Elder Mu, I beg you to spare Xiaocui." At the age of fifteen or sixteen, she was full of longing for the future, but the sudden change frightened her so much that she was at a loss and could only desperately beg for mercy.

All the people in the room, except Song Yurou, looked at each other coldly, making Xiao Cui even more desperate.

"Patriarch, madam!" At the moment of leaving the house, Xiaocui cast her eyes on Jia Fang and Zhao Tiexin who had been together day and night, and then they looked at him indifferently, as if they were looking at a dead person.

Tears blurred Xiao Cui's face, and she finally stopped resisting in despair, and let the two guards drag her out of the gate.

"Yurou, you are such a kind-hearted boy, get up quickly!" Jia Fang had a kind smile on her face, and went to help Song Yurou up herself.

Song Yurou's face was gloomy, but she had no choice but to stand up, thinking in her heart that she would bring Xiaocui by her side after she married, and she couldn't let his life be ruined like this.

"Come on, Tianhe!" Zhao Tiexin said to Zhao Tianhe, "I heard that your second brother is back, so tell me how you met your second brother in the first place, and tell me in detail."

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"Huh!" When Yechen stepped into the door of Zhao's house, he felt a strong desire to die. The desire to die was invisible, and only those who cultivated the power of death to an extremely deep level could capture the existence of this artistic conception.

Yechen stood at the door, looked in the direction of the small courtyard, and whispered softly: "This is the death intent of a living person, the artistic conception that can only be exuded after the extreme despair. And even if ordinary people are completely desperate, they seldom feel it. It's really interesting that there is such a strong sense of death."

Yechen used his body technique, and his body floated up the treetops like catkins, and then drifted towards the depths of the yard.

In the end, Yechen stood silently on the branch, watching two guards carry a girl out, and the death intent emanated from the girl.

"It's strange, this little girl is very ordinary, and her talent for cultivating the power of death can only be regarded as above-average, how could there be such a strong intention of death in her body?" Ye Chen murmured.

The girl was dressed in a light blue long dress, dressed like a maid, and stared at the sky blankly, as if she was a corpse.

Her heart seemed dead.

(End of this chapter)