Flowers are full of clothes because of you

Chapter 69 Cut, Little Assassin Can't Find It Out
Just thinking about it over and over again, she couldn't sleep well all night, until dawn, when she fell asleep in a daze.


above the hall.

Sitting on the resplendent dragon chair was Liancheng Gu who was in a rage.

The originally handsome face was now gloomy, very ugly.

He slapped the armrest of the dragon chair fiercely, and said furiously, "It's useless! They're all trash!"

After being yelled at by him like this, the guards who were kneeling on the ground trembling trembled even more.

One of the middle-aged men said: "Your Majesty, please calm down. It is really difficult to investigate the assassination this time. There are very few clues in hand. Please forgive me for a few more days, and I will do my best."

Liancheng Gu's face was sullen, and he slapped the armrest hard again, saying: "Forgive you for another five days, if you can't find out the details at this moment, I will come to see you with your head up!"

"Yes, thank you Lord Ron!"

Liancheng Gu flicked his sleeves, got up and left the hall, and all the officials in the hall knelt down to send them off respectfully.

in the Royal Garden.

Lian Chenggu stood in front of a tree full of flowers.

He said to Jinmo and Buchi who were following behind him, "Tell me, where did the assassin come from last time?"

Jin Mo and Bu Chi looked at each other, and said: "Your Majesty, the martial arts of those two people are very strange, and my subordinates are not familiar with them."

Liancheng Gu sighed and looked up at the distant sky.

The hot sun poured down from the forest tops.

The sunlight covered his handsome face, as if it had been plated with a layer of gold, making him even more plump and divine.

In the distance, a bright red flashed among the dense forests.

It is especially conspicuous in this lush green scenery.

She came slowly, and the wind picked up, blowing her scarlet robe fluttering in the forest.

Thousands of black hair, blown by the wind, floated in the wind along with the fiery red color, strand by strand, twisted and twisted, like a black river flowing in the forest.

(End of this chapter)