Emperor of Death

Chapter 1338

"Xiaocui, I'll take care of it. If anyone refuses to accept it, they can stand up."

The tone is very flat, and the words are understated, but there is a lot of domineering and unquestionable confidence in the words.

"My lord!" Xiaocui's heart was full of fire when she saw a person she was not very familiar with standing up for her in front of so many big figures. At this moment, she only felt that she was willing to do anything for him in return.

"I'm just a humble maid, and the second son can do this for me... I just have to repay it with this life." Xiaocui burst into tears, her lips were trembling, and she wanted to say something, but finally felt that she wanted to say something. What he said was feeble, unable to express the gratitude in his heart, and in the end he could only continue to close his lips and stare at Yechen's background in a daze.

At this moment, in her world, there is only this back view left.

"Hehe, what a bold tone, what a boldness." Mu Yunfeng spoke with a teacup in his mouth, with a slow and deep voice, looked at Yechen with a hint of contempt, and said with a sneer, "You know, the old man is who?"

Song Yurou chased from the door, came to Yechen's side, and said to Yechen: "Quick salute, this is the Elder Mu of Tiantumen, and don't run into him."

"Second brother, apologize quickly, that's Elder Mu, our very honored guest." Zhao Tianhe whispered not far away.

"Oh, the elder of Tiantumen." Yechen smiled, "So what?"

"Hahaha, how about it? You killed my Tiantumen, what do you think?" Mu Yunfeng said with a sneer, "Could it be that you thought that the old man would protect you? Could it be that you really think of yourself as the second son of the Zhao family. "

Zhao Tiexin spoke from the side at the right time: "Elder Mu's words are good, boy, why don't you kneel down and confess your sins quickly."

"Father?"

"uncle!"

Zhao Tianhe looked at Zhao Tiexin suspiciously, while Song Yurou's face showed deep worry, Yechen begged to come here by herself, if something happened, she would blame herself for the rest of her life.

"Tianhe, Yurou, I was wrong just now, you were all deceived by this kid, Ming'er, show them." Zhao Tiexin shouted.

As his voice fell, the man in black who was standing next to Zhao Tiexin took off the bamboo hat he was wearing on top of his head, revealing a face very similar to Yechen's.

It's just that compared with Ye Chen, his face lacks fortitude and confidence, and has a little more haze and violence.

Compared with Ye Chen who is sitting on the chair now, this temperament seems to be completely different.

"This?"

Zhao Tianhe was stunned.

Song Yurou's body trembled slightly, her face was pale, then she stepped forward and bowed to Mu Yunfeng, "Elder Mu, please..."

As he said that, he was about to kneel down.

However, there was a soft force dragging her, preventing her from kneeling down, and then this soft force pushed Song Yurou back to its original place.

Before Song Yurou had time to continue speaking, Zhao Tiexin said coldly: "I told you, Tianhe, Yurou, you were all deceived by him, what amnesia? He just took the opportunity to pretend to be Ming'er, plotting against our Zhao family , and even conspiring against Yurou."

"No?" Song Yurou shook her head and said hastily with tears in her eyes, "It's because my aunt is seriously ill that I begged him to come over and impersonate, it's all Yurou's fault, it's none of his business, please punish Yurou if you want to Bar."

At this moment, Song Yurou didn't dare to hesitate, and explained repeatedly, hoping to help Yechen overcome this difficulty.

Mu Jingyu looked at Song Yurou pleading for Yechen, with a very pitiful look, not to mention how uncomfortable she felt, and couldn't help but say, "Yurou, this is none of your business."

Zhao Tianhe on the side gritted his teeth and watched silently, hesitating for a while, but in the end he didn't make a sound to intercede for Yechen.

Seeing Mu Jingyu's voice, Jia Fang smiled at Song Yurou and said, "Yurou, good boy, my aunt knows that you are kind by nature, now we don't need to pursue him for pretending to be Ming'er, but if he kills people from Tiantumen, he will always It's the truth. I believe that with your kindness, you will never agree to him killing someone."

"But, back then..." Song Yurou wanted to ask for love.

"Yurou, it's none of your business here, stand aside." This time it was Yechen who spoke.

Song Yurou turned her head to look at Yechen, and said in a crying voice, "I'm sorry, I've troubled you."

"It doesn't matter!" Yechen faced the murderous intent all by himself with his legs crossed, and said calmly, "I just want to see what they can do to me."

"Hehe, kid!" Mu Yunfeng said coldly, "Even if you are a strong dragon, you still need to know that a strong dragon does not overwhelm a snake. Today, this old man wants to see where your confidence comes from. Come on!"

"Here!" There was a chorus of shouts from the door, and a group of people poured into the courtyard. The two leaders rushed into the hall, then cupped their hands at Mu Yunfeng, and bowed loudly: "Lei Hu, the Patriarch of the Lei Family!"

"Diao Jia Diao Yi Dao!"

"Meet Elder Mu."

Outside the gate, there were many knives and guns, full of murderous intent, Zhao Hu and Diao Yidao held two handles, and looked at Ye Chen with murderous intent.

Diao Yidao looked at Ye Chen, and said coldly: "Boy, hurry up and kneel down to Elder Mu and beg for mercy."

Mu Yunfeng continued to hold the teacup, looked at Yechen with a faint smile on his face, and said indifferently: "Boy, the masters of the three major families in Qingyang City are all in this yard. Can you protect this little maid?" ?”

Yechen continued to lean on the chair, and said flatly, "No matter how much garbage there is, it's still garbage. It's not enough to let me give up Xiaocui."

"Boy, I'll take off one of your hands first." The long knife in Diao Yidao's hand flashed across the void like lightning, and the sharp blade slashed towards Ye Chen's arm.

"Don't!" Song Yurou was shocked, the Patriarch of the Diao family, but a master of King Wu, made Song Yurou terrified as soon as he made a move.

"Boom..."

The sharp sword stopped motionless in front of Yechen, Yechen stretched out two fingers, and just these two fingers clamped Diao Yidao's long knife, making him unable to move forward with the blade.

"What's going on?" Countless people looked at this scene in shock. Except for Mu Yunfeng, who was at the peak of King Wu, no one else dared to say that he took Diao Yi's knife hard, but Ye Chen said so lightly. Pinch with two fingers.

Everyone looked at Mu Yunfeng.

Mu Yunfeng was still holding the teacup, and said calmly: "Not bad martial arts, but it's a little bit close to playing wild in front of my Tiantumen."

Ye Chen ignored Mu Yunfeng, turned his eyes to Diao Yidao, and said indifferently: "Do you know that someone at Tiantumen tried to break my leg back then, do you know the consequences?"

"Boom!" Before Diao Yidao could reply, the precious sword that had been with him for decades was broken in front of him, and then Yechen flicked his right index finger, and the broken blade streaked across the air with a silver light , bringing up a bloody light.

(End of this chapter)