The black-bellied emperor: the only enchanting princess

Chapter 329 Old Hate
The flower picker stared closely at Mo Qingcheng, as if he wanted to see something from Mo Qingcheng's calm face, but before the flower picker could take a closer look, he was blocked by a figure.

"Li Ziwen, long time no see."

The flower picker looked at Di Jiuyang, and his eyes fell on Di Jiuyang's facial features. The clean facial features made the face of the flower picker change instantly.

"Di Jiuyang, it's actually you."

Li Ziwen gritted his teeth and looked at Di Jiuyang, as if he was looking at someone who had a blood feud for many years, his teeth were grinding a little loudly, which was harsh to his ears.

Di Jiuyang's expression was flat. From the appearance of Li Ziwen to the drastic change in Li Ziwen's expression now, Di Jiuyang always had a cold expression, but it was somewhat similar to Mo Qingcheng's expression, except that Mo Qingcheng was more indifferent, while Di Jiuyang Yang is more indifferent.

Li Ziwen looked at Di Jiuyang and narrowed his eyes.

"Ten years ago, I was severely injured by you and fled in embarrassment. I didn't expect that ten years later, you would appear in my territory. In a few days, I would let you come and go."

A bloodlust flashed in Li Ziwen's evil eyes. He looked at Di Jiuyang with a hint of caution. Ten years ago, he almost died in the hands of Di Jiuyang. Li Ziwen had no idea what Di Jiuyang was capable of. I don't understand, not to mention there are so many people behind Di Jiuyang.

It was only at this time that everyone remembered that ten years ago, the only person who found Li Ziwen and injured Li Ziwen was Di Jiuyang. At that time, Di Jiuyang was only eleven or twelve years old. The ability is really great.

"Why, are you going to fight alone?"

Liu Wei looked at Li Ziwen with a look of ridicule in his eyes. He was worried at first, but thinking that the Twelve Princes were here, Liu Wei immediately felt relieved.

The Twelve Princes had already led troops to fight in their teens, and had never lost, but no matter how powerful their opponents were, they were all defeated by Di Jiuyang.

In everyone's mind, the Twelve Princes are the power to calm people's hearts. As long as the Twelve Princes are around, everyone believes that everything will be fine.

Li Ziwen sneered suddenly.

"Di Jiuyang, you turned me into the person I am today. I have hated you for ten years. Today, I finally have a chance to take revenge."

"Ha ha ha ha."

After Li Ziwen finished speaking, he took a few steps back, and directly pointed at the horned wolves surrounding him, making an offensive gesture.

"The bullhorn wolf, go! Go eat their meat and drink their blood, their blood is delicious."

After finishing speaking, Li Ziwen actually stood aside, watching the group of people fighting with horned wolves.

The whole group was in public, except for Mo Tianlan, there were a few pharmacists, none of whom knew martial arts, and others knew a little bit of punching and kicking. Everyone held torches in their hands. When they saw the horned wolf rushing over, they all gestured with the torches in their hands in horror. .

But I don't know if it's because I didn't get the order before, but the horned wolf at this time is not afraid of those torches at all.

"Ah, help!"

A pharmacist in the mansion of His Highness the Emperor's Grandson was not a pharmacist in the tea house competition. At this moment, he was bitten by the bull-horned wolf, and then the three bull-horned wolves stepped forward and tore the pharmacist into pieces. Blood splashed everywhere, stained red the ground beneath his feet.

"The horned wolf is really cruel."

It didn't kill the prey, but tore the person alive.

(End of this chapter)