The concubine is always domineering: the code name of this palace is the lore

Chapter 282 The Death of Luo Hanyi (4)

Xi Xi Suo Suo sounded continuously, it seemed that some subordinates were reporting something.

"Ha ha······"

Dongfang Jue smiled grandly, as if he knew some important event that went well with him.

Nangong Wushang's complexion was a little ugly. In a dangerous situation, a person who had never changed his color had finally changed.Because he heard three words - Leng Wuxin!

"Ha ha·····"

Dongfang Jue's laughter continued, and Nangong Wu suddenly became irritable from the bottom of his heart.For the first time in my life, I felt powerless.

"Nangong Wushang, it is exactly as I guessed. Do you want to know what good news I just got?"

Absolutely ridiculous.

With a show off.

Suppressing the irritability in his heart, Nangong Wushang lightly bit his lower lip, moving very quickly.Let the East never see clearly.

"Whether I ask or not, the young master will always say no. In this case, why should I ask in a panic?"

Smile, blurred.

That is killing intent.

angry.

Nangong Wushang, who has never been angry for thousands of years, became angry because Dongfang never did what he was about to do.

"That's right! This seat will say, because this interesting game still needs the help of Young Master Wushang." After a pause: "I received the news that Emperor Leng Wuxin rode out of the palace alone. There was not even a shadow Take it. It seems that the emperor has no harm to the young master, and his affection is really going up to the poor and down to the underworld."

Leng Wuxin went out of the palace alone!
No one with me!
Nangong Wushang was shocked!

That person didn't even have a shadow with him!Because of what?Because of what?
He clearly knew the reason in his heart, but he was unwilling to accept it.

How can he accept that the danger that Leng Wuxin is about to face is because of him?
'boom--'

Luozhou moat burst.

The flood flooded the sky, just submerging the central street.

The torrential flood, the rolling flow.

Before Nangong Wushang could react at all, there was a sudden change under his feet.

The ground was cracked, and iron locks cast from thousand-year-old black iron went up along the ankles.

There was no way to move, no way at all.

this······

Even if it is expected that Dongfang will definitely have a conspiracy, but it has never been thought that Dongfang will have such a big hand, it is almost impossible...

(End of this chapter)