The evil prince, the best concubine

Chapter 73 Paying the price 2
Jun Moran originally wanted to take Jian Luo with him, but considering Jian Luo's newly recovered body, after careful consideration, he decided to go by himself.

Let Jian Luo take good care of his body in the Seventh Palace for a period of time.

Jian Luo was naturally happy, and nodded her head in agreement.

Ten days passed in a blink of an eye.

During Jian Luo's nearly ten days of recuperation in the Seventh Prince's Mansion, his body has almost recovered. Although his spiritual power is gone, his martial arts have not disappeared.

Jian Luo knew that it would be a matter of time before Wu Gong disappeared, and she had to deal with the matter of Lengshen Palace before Wu Gong disappeared.

That way, she will stay by Jun Moran's side with peace of mind.

Having made up her mind, Jian Luo left a letter for Jun Moran, briefly explaining her visit to Lengshen Palace.

Jian Luo put the letter on Jun Moran's desk, and she spared the housekeeper and housekeeper to follow her, and then threw away the person who Jun Moran arranged for her to secretly protect her.

He went to Lengshen Palace in a cool and unrestrained way by himself.

Pieces of ruins, the ground is in a mess, and the air is filled with a smell of blood.

Jian Luo's heart suddenly sank.

Could it be that something happened to Lengshen Palace?

Thinking about it, he has already quickened his pace, and quickly headed towards the inner hall of Lengshen Palace.

Before reaching the front of the hall, she heard screams and screams from inside the hall. Jian Luo's face turned pale almost instantly, she clenched her fists tightly, leaned forward, and walked cautiously towards the hall.

There were five or six men in black, each wearing a face scarf. Jian Luo hid in a thick pillar in the hall, and the palm of his hand was aimed at these people.

At a glance, Jian Luo remembered that these men in black were dressed in the same group as the one who killed Leng Bingshuang in the woods.

She can never be wrong.

"Say, where did your Palace Master go?"

The man in black who seemed to be the leader, holding a scimitar, pointed at a group of women in white on the ground and asked sharply.

The woman's original white clothes were half stained with blood.

Half red, half white, the stark contrast hurt Jian Luo's eyes.

Seeing that all the sisters were pale with fright, Leng Shantong replied coldly: "If you want to find out the whereabouts of the Palace Master from us, don't even think about it."

When the leading man in black heard the words, a shudder flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "I'll ask again, do you want to say it or not?"

"Do not say."

'hiss--'

A cold light flashed, and the machete in the man's hand had slipped across Leng Shantong's neck.

A stream of blood spurted out, and the red blood splashed all over the ground.

(End of this chapter)