I hide my concubine in a golden house

Chapter 197
The kidnapped man was dressed in black armor and handsome, he was the son-in-law.

The man holding the knife behind him and holding the son-in-law was dressed in the clothes of Qianqiu's soldiers, and his face was smeared with black ash. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he could see a long and narrow scar on his left hand dripping blood.

It's him!

The person who set fire to the food and grass is the person in front of him!
A group of people immediately surrounded the two with weapons.

But he didn't dare to act rashly.

You know, the one being held hostage is Qianqiu's son-in-law, and how dare they dare not be the master.

"Get out of the way, prepare a fast horse for the master, and let your son-in-law go naturally when the master goes out safely, otherwise..." Ren Jingsheng sneered, his eyes were dark and cruel, with a trace of bloodthirsty: "I will wait for your son-in-law Lord, collect the corpse."

As he said that, Ren Jingsheng pressed the knife in his hand tighter, but he paid attention and did not hurt anyone.

Before the person in charge arrived, a group of people couldn't make up their minds and just surrounded them without moving.

Ren Jingsheng frowned, and took a step forward with a knife in his hand.

A group of people were afraid that he would make a move, so they took a step back.

"My patience is limited, let me say it again for the last time." Ren Jingsheng sternly said: "Get out of the way, prepare your horse."

He Qing rushed over without knowing when, and took the bow and arrow in one go.

"Whoosh-" sound.

Ren Jingsheng's eyes froze, and he saw a silver light flashing towards him.

Before he could move, he felt the person in front of him move him, but it looked like he pushed the person in front of him.

Hearing the muffled sound of a sharp knife piercing through flesh, Ren Jingsheng lowered his head, only to see a silver arrow pointing straight out of Quan Juan's body.

At that moment, I could even feel the shoulders I was holding trembled violently.

How painful it should be.

Ren Jingsheng's fingers trembled.

He Qing's eyes froze, he clearly aimed at the thief who set the fire, how could that be?
Knowing that Quan Juan couldn't last much longer, Ren Jingsheng gritted his teeth, pressed the knife under Quan Juan's neck, and shouted in a rough voice: "I think you really don't want his life anymore, okay, sir I will kill it for you to see."

The blade was sharp, and quickly tore through the flesh between Quan Juan's neck, blood oozing out.

"Stop!" At this moment, a sharp shout came from behind the crowd: "Make way, let him go!"

A group of people turned their heads and looked at the girl who walked over with a horse at some unknown time, and shouted, "His Royal Highness!"

Su Tian led the horse forward: "This is my own hard-earned BMW. I will lend it to you for today. Today's revenge will be repaid a hundredfold in the future."

Xiao Ma was slapped by Su Tian, ​​and obediently walked forward a few steps.

"If something happens to him, I will dig three feet into the ground and you will be torn to pieces." Su Tian said word by word.

Ren Jingsheng held the pony's reins, and said coldly: "Then it depends on the sincerity of Your Majesty, don't let me find out that you sent people to follow, otherwise, I'm afraid that the sword in my hand will not have eyes."

Putting down a harsh word, Ren Jingsheng took Quan Yufei to his horse and rushed away through the path made by the soldiers, disappearing in an instant.

"Just let him go like this?"

"Otherwise?" He Qing slapped the adjutant who asked the question hard on the head: "That's the son-in-law."

Su Tian withdrew her eyes looking into the distance, and looked at the soldiers fighting the fire: "How about the food and grass?"

He Qing said: "Your Highness, the son-in-law..."

"I'm asking about food and grass." Su Tian snarled.

Quan Yu was taken away by the unknown thief. The only thing she can do now is to wait. She can't even think about it. She dare not think about it. She is afraid that if she thinks about it, she will not be able to hold on.

An adjutant next to him who was just in charge of counting the food and grass trembled and said, "Rough statistics show that there are only [-]% left."

(End of this chapter)