The little doctor concubine is a little poisonous

Chapter 1203 Enemy Attack
"Meng Fang!" Feng Zhuo replied lightly.

"Looking for our young master? Who are these two?" The butler's eyes became more vigilant.

"I'm a student of Nanxuan College!" Feng Zhuo said.

"Our young master is not free!" The housekeeper's face turned cold, and he slammed the door directly, shutting Feng Zhuo and Elder Song out.

Feng Zhuo blinked his eyes, his confused face made Elder Song couldn't help but laugh.

His little master, it's only at these times that he looks less than 20 years old.

"Master, what should we do now?" Elder Song asked.

His little master has the heart of "private visits in micro-services". It is absolutely impossible to directly smash the door and call people who make such a big noise.

"Over the wall!" Feng Zhuo raised his head, looking at the towering wall.

There are complicated decorations on the wall.

Elder Song swept his eyes and said, "A mid-level killing array has been arranged!"

As he spoke, he curled his fingers and flicked towards several flowerpots.

As the flowerpots were broken one by one, the air above the wall fluctuated slightly, and the middle-level killing formation was broken by Song Lao quietly.

How much practical experience should this have to be able to see the formation at a glance and break it so easily.

Feng Zhuo sighed, and jumped up the wall with Song Lao.

Afterwards, Elder Song took out something from the storage ring and rearranged the array.

No one knew that the middle-level killing formation on the wall of the Meng family had turned into a high-level killing formation in the blink of an eye.

After entering Meng's house, Feng Zhuo discovered something was wrong.

The Meng family has become the number one family in the Southern Ming Continent, why is the population so small?
They walked around the garden of Meng's house for a long time, but they didn't meet a maid or servant passing by.

Moreover, the entire Meng family was unbelievably quiet.

If it wasn't for the popularity that could be clearly felt around, Feng Zhuo would have thought it was an empty house.

Feng Zhuo released his consciousness without hesitation, and soon discovered something was wrong.

"Old Song, this way!" Her speed increased sharply, and the two of them headed towards the east.

When he walked through a gate, the scene inside made Feng Zhuo stunned again.

How big is this square?
Feng Zhuo made a preliminary estimate, and it was more than twice as large as the combined area of ​​the houses in front.

It's not that the Meng Mansion is empty, but that everyone has gathered here.

There is only one butler left in front.

There are all kinds of formations arranged here, which well hide everyone's figure and aura.

Feng Zhuo saw countless familiar faces from inside, and the bits and pieces of the East Ming Continent flashed before his eyes, his nose felt sour.

"Who are you?" Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

Before Feng Zhuo could speak, the young man dressed as a soldier immediately took out the messenger jade slip and shouted: "Enemy attack!"

At this moment, the situation in the square changed.

The people who were still sitting on the ground, chatting and laughing happily stood up in unison, and the assembly was completed in the blink of an eye.

At this time, there was no smile on their faces, only bloodthirsty coldness.

"kill!"

Accompanied by today's roar, the monstrous killing intent soared into the sky, causing ripples in the space.

"Good! Good soldier!" Song Lao couldn't help admiring.

Feng Zhuo's face is full of pride, her soldiers, her burning army, must be the best in the world!

At this time, everyone's eyes in the square fell on Feng Zhuo, and the burning soldiers trembled uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)