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Chapter 130 The Power of the Main Palace

Not long after Xiao Si and Da Liu had just left, the sound of small leather shoes knocking on the ground outside the fast food restaurant continued to be heard, and as the hall door was pushed open, a slim figure walked came in.

A beautiful face, a head of flowing long hair pouring down like a waterfall.Zhao Jianhui only felt his eyes light up. Did the owner of that delicate face also notice Zhao Jianhui at the first time? A face of happiness and anger came into view.

The woman was wearing a black Sharon gauze dress, her eyebrows were thick and light, and her big eyes were like autumn water. The fine and slightly curled eyelashes made those big black eyes extremely charming, and her eyes were extremely agile. The straight nose is as exquisite as a finely carved jade, and the wet and soft red lips exude a faint luster. This face is naturally beautiful and has no makeup applied. It is extremely delicate and beautiful!

Seeing her swaying into the restaurant, at this moment, everyone couldn't help sighing in their hearts: beauty, absolute beauty!A big beauty with a detached temperament!Moreover, she is still very young, at most in her early twenties, right?

Zhao Jianhui was a little dazed in his mind, and his eyes were a little straight. He never expected that this face would appear here, but that face was dazzlingly beautiful, so beautiful that it made people tremble.However, Zhao Jianhui watched her slowly approaching him, but his heart couldn't help but tremble.

Zhao Jianhui asked with a dry voice, "You...why are you here?"

Long Lingyun smiled sweetly: "Why can't I come?"

When Fang Ping saw Long Lingyun coming in, his face was happy at first, and then he said with a bitter face: "Xiaoyun, it's a good thing you came, I...my mother didn't come, did she?"

"Hmph, how old are you, and you know you're causing trouble all day long? I was shopping nearby, and I came first when I received a call from my aunt. I guess my aunt will be here soon. Brother, I didn't mean you , why don't you let your family worry at all?"

Following their conversation, Zhao Jianhui was almost overwhelmed. He would never have thought that he would meet Long Lingyun in this place, let alone Fang Ping, who would be related to him as a relative.

Are Long Lingyun and that Fang Ping cousin?Why did Fang Ping act like a child in front of Long Lingyun, so he didn't even dare to speak big words?

After finishing talking about Fang Ping, Long Lingyun turned around to look at Zhou Wanyi, then at Zhao Jianhui, with a strange expression on his face: "Who am I? It turns out to be the younger sister of the Zhou family. I don't know if my elder sister has enough face. Big, can you take my cousin away?"

Zhou Wanyi suddenly laughed: "You know me? It's just a joke among children. How can my sister take it seriously? Master Fang really wants to leave, but I can't keep it."

Long Lingyun nodded: "Thank you, cousin, let's go." As she spoke, she took small steps and walked slowly towards the door of the hall. Zhao Jianhui stood behind her, and she didn't know it was Should I follow up or stay with Zhou Wanyi.

Zhou Wanyi's complexion fluctuated a bit, her big charming eyes were not worthy of looking at Zhao Jianhui, she pouted her mouth gently and shook her head for him.

Zhao Jianhui thought that the women he knew were all smart people. Could it be that the relationship between these two women knew everything just by looking at them?

Thinking about the text messages Long Lingyun left for him when he left, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help feeling panicked.But Long Lingyun said that as long as he did something that was sorry for her, he would cut off his dick the next time we meet. It's over, what should I do?

Long Lingyun, who was about to walk to the door, turned around suddenly, looked at Zhao Jianhui with fixed eyes, and said softly, "Aren't you going? Or do you want me to wait for you outside?"

Zhao Jianhui scratched his scalp, stood up and followed Long Lingyun out.

As soon as he went out, he heard Zhou Wanyi yelling in a slightly changed voice: "Bastard,... shoot all these people on the spot." Zhao Jianhui paused, lowered his head and quickened his pace to follow Long Lingyun's Go downstairs behind you.Zhou Huhu showed his power, it is better to walk faster at this time.

When Fang Ping heard Zhou Wanyi's voice in the room, he couldn't help sweating and was the first to rush out: "Sister, I'm leaving first. When my mother asks, cover me up."

On the bank of the Huangpu River, two figures stretched longer and longer under the cover of street lights.The breeze by the river brought a burst of coolness, and the sound of rushing river water became more and more clear.Going forward, it has been vaguely hidden in the night, everything in front of me is so blurred and so unrealistic.

"Don't you want to tell me something?" Long Lingyun stood still, and slowly turned around, with two crystal clear teardrops hanging on his face.

"I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to..." Zhao Jianhui felt that at this moment, any words he said were so weak, and he was justifying his shameful behavior, so he decided to tell the truth and use Say sorry to express your apology.

"You bastard, why is this kind of thing intentional or not?" Long Lingyun kicked Zhao Jianhui's thigh hard with his little feet in high heels. Although he didn't really use much force, Zhao Jianhui still felt the pain. .

"Sorry……"

"I'm sorry, it's over, I...how did I tell you?" Long Lingyun said, his left foot was raised again, and he kicked half of his foot forward, but stopped abruptly.On his face, two rows of teardrops fell to the ground like broken pearls.

Zhao Jianhui hugged her soft and delicate body, and said in a low voice: "It's all my fault, if I want to hit you, I can hit you a few times to vent my anger..."

Long Lingyun put his arms around Zhao Jianhui's neck, and hammered Zhao Jianhui's back a few times with his other hand: "What's the use of beating you? Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"I..." Zhao Jianhui was about to say that I didn't know what to do, but suddenly he heard two sharp whistling sounds from his ears.As soon as he leaned over holding Long Lingyun, he felt that there were two figures in the air, leaving only a phantom, passing by in front of his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes blurred, and two tough, expressionless men with machetes in their hands slashed at him and Long Lingyun again.

Zhao Jianhui couldn't help being secretly surprised when he saw that the two men were extremely skilled in using knives and their moves were exquisite.The moves used by these people are obviously the Tang family's sword technique in Zhongchuan, an ancient martial arts school.

Most people think that in this era of high-tech modernization, those ancient martial arts schools have already been annihilated in the long river of history with the advent of the era of hot weapons.

In fact, this is a misunderstanding of most people, coupled with the fact that such a genre is pretending to be mysterious, it is just an illusion created by outsiders.Zhao Jianhui's master is a descendant of many schools in the ancient martial arts school. He still knows some secrets of the world, and he once mentioned it to Zhao Jianhui.

The descendants of the Tang family are an ancient school that still exists today, but they are completely different from the Tang family in Liang Daxia's novels.The most earth-shattering birth of a descendant of the Tang family in Jianghu, it must be said that during the reign of Chengzu in the early Ming Dynasty, a woman from the Tang family named Tang Sai'er led a peasant uprising in eastern Shandong.

Historical records: In February of the 18th year of Yongle (1420), Tang Saier organized thousands of farmers to revolt in Binzhou in the name of the White Lotus Sect.Later, he moved to Qingzhou, occupied Xiishipengzhai as his base, defeated Ming Dynasty officials many times, and conquered Qingzhou, Zhucheng, and Juxian.Wherever the rebel army went, they killed officials, opened warehouses to distribute food, and gave relief to the common people, shaking the whole province.Later, because Ming Chengzu sent heavy troops to suppress the uprising failed, Tang Saier disappeared.

The Tang Sect in Central Sichuan was Tang Saier, who moved from Central Lu to Central Sichuan at that time to avoid being hunted down by the imperial court.For hundreds of years, descendants of the Tang Sect have been the incarnation of justice, but today someone came to assassinate him?

Zhao Jianhui spun Long Lingyun in his arms, avoiding the knife shadows of the two men, let go of Long Lingyun, and pulled out the belt around his waist. With a shake of one hand, the belt made a dragon's roar.

"Hunyuan sword?" The other party let out a low growl in surprise, his figure kept moving, the Tang knife in his hand rolled up in a flash of light, and there was only a burst of "clinking" sound of gold and iron clashing. Zhao Jianhui has gone through more than a dozen moves.

If there was only one opponent, Zhao Jianhui might have already won at this time, but two men who were as skilled as him attacked Zhao Jianhui at the same time, which made him a little tired.

Unable to dodge one in time, Zhao Jianhui groaned, leaving a shallow knife mark on his shoulder. Although the wound was not deep, blood still flowed out immediately.

This is the first time that Zhao Jianhui has been injured by the opponent's majesty against the enemy, which shows that the opponent's kung fu is really not for nothing.

All this happened in an instant. Zhao Jianhui glanced at the wound on his shoulder, suddenly jumped up and kicked a man with a fierce whip kick, he stopped and appeared beside Long Lingyun in reverse, at the same time He stretched out his arms, wrapped his arms around Long Lingyun's slender waist, and ran into the dark night far away.

It was a embarrassing thing, but there was no way around it, because with Long Lingyun on the side, it was impossible for Zhao Jianhui to fight the other party for the sake of face.

"Who is the other party? Why did they attack us?" After being hugged by Zhao Jianhui, Long Lingyun felt his body was flying forward as if riding a cloud, but his body was so soft that he couldn't exert any strength.

"I don't know, don't talk, they are catching up." Long Lingyun adjusted his posture in Zhao Jianhui's arms, and asked a little scared: "Then what should I do? Otherwise, you leave me and go first?"

Zhao Jianhui snorted: "What nonsense, hold me tight..."

However, Long Lingyun gave a loud cheer, his small hands were already shaking and pulled out the pistol that Zhao Jianhui had under his armpit: "You idiot, you have a gun, why don't you use it?"

As she spoke, she had already opened the insurance, and fired a shot at the shadow behind her.