Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 482
"Haha, it turns out that the princess has no strength!" The coachman understood her situation and saw that she was holding on all the time. He raised his head and laughed twice, turned his head to the people holding knives outside the pavilion and said: " Why don't you come over and help the princess?"

Hearing this, two people put their knives into their sheaths, walked into the pavilion, took Jian Yunling, who was limp and boneless, from the driver's hand, helped her move forward step by step, and stood two steps away from Yu Wenzheng's desk. Certainly.

The coachman also came up behind them, and when they stopped, he bypassed them, stood in front of Jian Yunling, and stretched out his hand again: "My lord, the princess is here, there is not a single hair missing, you can put the jade hook Give it to me?"

Yu Wenzheng stared at him motionlessly, and the oppressive force rushed towards him: "Detoxification."

The coachman's heart trembled, but because Jian Yunling was in his hands, he felt fearless, so he calmed down and said with a sarcasm: "Forgive me for not following orders. The princess herself said that her martial arts are not ours. Brother is comparable. If you detoxify her, isn’t it equivalent to asking for death? Although I am not as thoughtful as the two of you, I am not stupid. I will not do such a stupid thing. If you insist on not giving , then I can only bleed the concubine first, and see if I can change your mind."

After finishing speaking, he took out a dagger from behind his back, approached Jian Yunling's cheek with the sharp blade, and stroked it lightly twice, without leaving any wound, but the cold touch still made people's heart tremble.

Yu Wenzheng didn't say anything, just watched every movement of the coachman coldly. Every time he swiped, his pupils became darker, and finally they were too thick to reflect the lights of the pavilion.

Jian Yunling swallowed her saliva, trying to disfigure her face to give him some hints, telling him not to hand over the jade hook, but her body has softened into a puddle of melted mud, and there is really nothing she can do, she can only watch him hold his hand Stretched into the sleeve, groping for something.

The coachman thought that he had finally compromised, stopped his movements, moved the dagger to Jian Yunling's neck, and nailed Yu Wenzheng's deep black sleeves with unconcealed ecstasy. Kill them all.

At that time, high-ranking officials will be generously paid, and there will be everything that one expects to have.

Thinking of this, he couldn't wait even more, and urged in a hoarse voice: "Hurry up!"

Yu Wenzheng frowned unhappily, and glanced at him, as if to say: I don't like being urged.

The coachman had seen the power of Yu Wenzheng's eyes, and swallowed the following words resentfully, comforting himself: Anyway, he is about to become a dead man, so bear with it now, don't ruin the big thing, and it's not too late to take revenge when the time comes.

Seeing that he was quiet, Yu Wenzheng continued to lower his head and grope in his sleeve.

I don't know how long it took, but the driver's patience was almost worn out, and when he wanted to grab it regardless, Yu Wenzheng stopped suddenly.

He was like a stone sculpture, silent and motionless, only the sound of breathing, as light as a feather, faintly audible.

The driver was completely anxious, threw the dagger on the ground, grabbed his collar, and shouted: "What are you doing!"

Yu Wenzheng raised his head very slowly, his pupils were constricted, his thin lips evoked a cold smile, murderous aura exploded in the eternal darkness in his eyes, as if a star had risen, gorgeous and brilliant, killing people instantly.

"The last person who dared to treat me like this was your master. He won't live long, and you are going to die now!" The needle had passed between the coachman's eyebrows and flew out from the back of his head.

The two people supporting Jian Yunling reacted fairly quickly, and they quickly took Jian Yunling away the moment Yu Wenzheng made a move.

Unfortunately, the coachman's body twitched, his exclamation was broken, and he fell straight backwards, splashing a large amount of flying dust.

When the dust settled, everyone looked at him again. His eyes were wide open, the center of his brows was a little red, and there was no breath on his lifeless face.

(End of this chapter)