The Emperor's Young Master has turned black again

Chapter 552

Nanrong Huai'an saw that Feng Sufei was as cute as a little girl, and reached out to touch her head, but he took it back, "Don't think about anything, go to rest early, the battle there will end soon, wait for you Once you sleep and wake up, you will find out."

Nanrong Huai'an's tone was gentle and gentle, with a strange power that could calm Feng Sufei's heart.

Feng Sufei nodded, and went back to her bed to lie down.

Slowly, she fell asleep.

Nanrong Huai'an hadn't slept all this time, he was slightly relieved when he heard Feng Sufei's shallow breathing.

At this time, fierce fighting was going on at the cliff of the back mountain.

Because the assassins were completely annihilated the night before, this time the enemy sent many people up to investigate, wave after wave.

But as long as you enter the cave, there is really no return.

Some wanted to go down the cliff, but were pierced by black nails, and others were bitten by poisonous tongues, and fell directly from above.

This time the battle was fierce, but because the people from Nanrong Huai'an had the right time and place, the enemy couldn't take advantage of it.

But the shadow guards of the Nanrong family didn't allow them to escape, they wanted to vent all their anger that the young master was assassinated last night.

"Bang bang bang..."

"what……"

"what……"

There were endless screams.

The shadow guards didn't think so, but moved even faster, just like the young lady said, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

If these people are not dealt with, maybe they will assassinate the young master in turn!
So they all looked blood red, shot mercilessly, turned on the mechanism mercilessly, and killed everyone.

……

Nan Rong Huaian listened to the distant movement in the room, and could almost distinguish the situation.

Until there was almost no sound, he knew the battle should be over.

He was just about to relax when he heard a slight sound from outside the door, his eyes moved, he looked at Feng Sufei who was sleeping, then lowered his voice and pushed the chair out the door.

Coming to the courtyard, Nanrong Huai'an looked at his subordinates and said, "Speak!"

"Young master, the enemy is almost completely wiped out."

Nanrong Huai'an held the armrest of the chair tightly, "Does that mean there are still one or two escaped?"

"The subordinate is useless, please be punished by the young master."

"Forget it, it's not your fault. They should have been prepared, but after this battle, did they find out who did it?"

"After verification by my subordinates, the group of people who came last night and today are all subordinates of Si Jueshen, and belong to the forces of the capitals of the six southern provinces."

Si Jueshen is the capital of the six southern provinces, so there is no doubt that this matter is related to him.

Nanrong Huai'an said lightly, "I see."

Hearing the young master's indifferent tone, a certain subordinate couldn't figure out what the young master was thinking.

But he knew that the young master had endured it for so long, and after this battle, he would formally face Si Jueshen.

And he is very confident, with the ability of the young master, it is difficult to have an opponent in the world, only the young master can fight or not.

It would be even better if the young master's legs were healed.

That is, the young master's legs, which restricted his free movement.

When a certain subordinate thinks of the young master who was once astoundingly talented and glamorous, he feels a little nostalgic.

That is their young master.

The two consecutive nights of fighting not only failed to kill Nanrong Huai'an, but also did not harm him, on the contrary, Si Jueshen's forces were bruised.

Although these people are not enough to make Si Jueshen feel bad, but if such a thing gets out, how will Si Jueshen gain a foothold in H country.

(End of this chapter)