Agent Evil Concubine

Chapter 436: It's hard to argue with a hundred mouths (1)
"It turns out...the bloodthirsty and indiscriminate subordinates of the Ghost Curse Sect have red hearts. Innocent people in the world, the Beggar Gang has cleared your doubts for you. I believe that your dead souls should rest in peace, right?"

At this moment, following the crimson candlelight, every blood-stained corpse in the lobby of the inn has not only been cut open, but also their severed throats have been stabbed obliquely with a sharp knife. dagger.

On the handle of each dagger, there is a less obvious symbol, a symbol in the shape of a wisp of purple smoke.

On the north wall of the hall, there is a golden nanmu staircase covered with red blankets, which connects the hall on the first floor and the corridor on the second floor.

Every few steps on the long staircase lay a disembowelled corpse, with a sharp dagger in the shape of purple smoke stuck obliquely in the throat of the corpse.

Ruyi Inn, a total of three floors.

The situation is the same for the long golden nanmu ladder that connects the second and third floors. Every few steps, there is a dead body that has been disemboweled and heartbroken. sharp dagger.

Judging from the expressions of these corpses, they seem to be placed in a mess, but in reality they are not.

Through the candles lit in the corner of the inn, and the bright red lanterns hanging between the railings of the promenade, one can see at a glance that these seemingly disorganized corpses actually extend all the way to a certain wing room on the third floor outside the gate.

The evening wind blows coldly back to the room, at the end where the corpses are placed, in this room with the wooden door closed——

Three rosewood chairs carved with pure white orchids are arranged horizontally along the west wall of the wing room where the landscape paintings are hung.

Xuanyuan Yan was seated on the chair in the middle, and Shangguan Ningyue and Xiao Han were seated on the chairs on Xuanyuanyan's left and right sides respectively.

However, not only Xuanyuan Yan's purple brocade robe, but Xiao Han's blue brocade robe were replaced by extremely rough black cloth.

Even Shangguan Ningyue was dressed in black cloth clothes, and her hair was lightly tied with a long black belt, presenting a masculine attire.

Looking at these three people again, although their seated postures are different, their eyes are looking at the same direction through the cold evening wind.

Although he had changed into a rough black cloth, Xiao Han could not hide his arrogance and coldness, holding his arms crossed, looking at the opposite side with his handsome eyes like a nighthawk, and asked in an extremely indifferent voice: "Why haven't you woken up yet?"

Although he had changed into a rough black cloth, Xuanyuanyan was still exuding a luxurious and charming aura all over his body. While caressing his white palm lazily, his black eyes looked at the opposite side playfully, and replied with a devilish voice: " Wake up soon!"

Even though he was dressed in a rough black cloth, the grace and charm that overshadowed all things, Shangguan Ningyue, who was still difficult to draw with a brush, was hard to describe with words. A little strand of hair on the side.

Hearing Xiao Han and Xuanyuan Yan's question and answer, Shangguan Ningyue, who was holding a small strand of hair between the middle finger and index finger of her left hand and pulling her hair one by one with her right thumb and index finger, looked like a charming woman with cherry red lips. Hook added: "I'm really waking up soon!"

"Excuse me……"

Speechlessly, he glanced at Shangguan Ningyue and Xuanyuanyan, and then fixed his eyes on Xiao Han who was facing him again, and said in an indifferent voice with a touch of unhappiness: "Is there any difference between your answer and no answer?"

Shangguan Ningyue did not answer, her jade eyes deepened her smile and looked at her, who was counting the strands of hair she had picked up: "One, two, three..."

"When Yue'er finishes counting the last strand of hair, he will wake up!"

After Xuanyuanyan opened his lips and turned back, he looked into the pair of dark eyes facing him, as if the hunter had caught a perfect prey, and his interest in teasing the prey became stronger and stronger.

Following the eyes of the three of Xuanyuanyan, there is a round golden nanmu table carved with five orioles holding a willow branch in the center of the opposite room.

A young man in green brocade clothes was sitting on a golden nanmu chair with his buttocks, and his body was half lying on the golden nanmu table, showing a state of "peaceful" sleep.

This name seemed to fall asleep peacefully, but in fact it was the man in green brocade who had to fall asleep after being pricked by Shangguan Ningyue's medicinal acupuncture. There was no doubt that it was Prince Cangyue Ye Yifeng.

Shangguan Ningyue had already taken out the medicine needle in Ye Yifeng's acupuncture point.

However, because Ye Yifeng's acupoints still had a little medicinal property, Ye Yifeng was still in a coma.

"29, thirty, 31, 32!"

Shangguan Ningyue, who counted the last strand of hair, looked at the opposite side with her jade eyes full of smiles, and a voice as soft as a clear spring overflowed from her cherry lips: "Prince Cangyue, I reward you for this long sleep. Fragrant?"

Just as he opened his eyes sleepily, in the evening wind that slowly reverberated in his ears, a very familiar, creepy and soft-spoken Ye Yifeng sounded, and his consciousness immediately recovered from fuzziness to complete sobriety.

Ye Yifeng, whose eyes were as wide as copper bells, suddenly stood up from the chair.

However, before he could stand firmly on his feet, there was a sudden gust of soft Ye Yi wind on his legs, and with a "plop", he sat back on the chair uncontrollably.

"you you you……"

Although the lower body was soft and weak, Ye Yifeng found that the upper body was able to move freely. He immediately poked Shangguan Ningyue with his right index finger, and asked through gritted teeth, "What exactly do you want to do to me?"

The moment before being knocked out by Shangguan Ningyue, Ye Yifeng thought that he was bound to die, and there was still no body left.

However, he did not die, and when he woke up, he saw not only Shangguan Ningyue and Xuanyuan Yan in black clothes, but also Xiao Han in black clothes.

In this scene, the blood in Zhijiao Ye Yifeng's body flowed backwards, and a bone-biting coldness instantly swept through his whole body.

Ye Yifeng had a very ominous premonition, an ominous premonition that if he died, he would be relieved, and if he lived, he would fall into a sea of ​​misery that would never recover.

Shangguan Ningyue tilted her head towards Ye Yifeng, the evil smile spread freely on her beautiful face, but there was a voice softer than Jiangnan Misty Rain on her cherry lips.

"If you want to know what I'm going to do to you, turn around and look behind you, won't it be clear?"

As Shangguan Ningyue's soft voice fell, Ye Yifeng slowly turned his head.

"hiss……"

Seeing the scene behind him, Ye Yifeng took a breath of air-conditioning, the blood on his face instantly disappeared, and at the same time, his soul almost left his body...

Behind Ye Yifeng, five meters away, there was a pineapple soft couch carved with gorgeous peony flowers, leaning against the wall of the wing room with landscape paintings.

(End of this chapter)