The black prince on the bar: the hidden secret of the phoenix birthmark

Several people came out from nowhere and surrounded Murong Zheng. www>

"Prince Regent, please forgive me for being late."

"Forgive me, forgive me, why are you talking so much at this time, it's true to help me quickly deal with these people in front of me."

There was a strange light in Murong Li's eyes, and she sat leisurely on the chair, as if she hadn't seen the people around Murong Zheng, secretly, she gave a look to the person hiding somewhere, Zi nodded, no Willing to leave.

He had been unlucky for eight lifetimes. He met him, and it was okay to work for him before. He thought that he would never meet him again after he came out. Unexpectedly, he still couldn't escape the fate of being enslaved. [

What the hell did he do in his previous life?So that he has to serve him in this life?

Someone came to help him, Murong Zheng heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time he was thinking about how to leave. The few people were struggling to block him, and Murong Zheng pretended to be behind.

Putting his hand into his bosom, Murong Zheng's eyes lit up, and he threw the smoke bomb out without much thought. The mist appeared in the hall, and when it dispersed, where was Murong Zheng's figure?Murong Li seemed to have expected his movements long ago, looking at the direction he was leaving, showing a warm smile.

There was no one in the palace anymore, it was deserted and deserted, so empty that there was no one at all. Those guards had already been dropped by Murong Li to encircle him.

"Murong Li, you are ruthless"

Murong Zheng covered his arm, his hand was injured, his whole body was stabbed so many times, he knew very clearly at that time, if he couldn't escape that hall, where he would be buried for the rest of his life.

He fled all the way, looking inside while fleeing, seeing that no one was chasing him, Murong Zheng just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but there was a different aura coming from ahead, Murong Zheng looked back, and there was someone standing in front of him.

"who are you?"

Murong Zheng looked at the person in front of him. He was dressed in a purple brocade robe, his eyebrows were slender and picturesque, and there was a hint of heroic spirit between the corners of his brows and eyes. The most attractive thing was his eyes, which were crystal clear, like delicate flowers.

It seems inappropriate to use flowers to describe a person's eyes, but looking at his eyes, Murong Zheng can only think of such a description.

"Who am I? My name is Killing You. Who do you think I am?"