Concubine is always vicious

Chapter 35

For her, what happened in Moling Bieyuan back then has always been a thorn in her heart. Similarly, if Huo Tianxiao persists in pursuing the investigation, the truth will be exposed sooner or later.So she had to give herself an early advantage.

Huo Tianxiao didn't expect that An Huan would make such an unreliable request, it was simply asking him to give him a gold medal to save him from death, he couldn't help but wondered, "Why do you think of this? Could it be that you have done something to offend me? "At the end, his eyes became extremely cold and sharp, as if he wanted to see through An Huan's heart.

An Huan raised her neck and looked at him frankly, "Of course I haven't done it, but people have no foresight, and there must be near-term worries... Speaking of which, the prince resonates with me the most, doesn't it?"

Of course she is telling the truth. In essence, she is the same as Huo Tianxiao. She is iron-blooded and indifferent, hiding a knife in her smile, and double-decker. Huo Tianxiao frowned slightly, thinking about the possibility of this problem quickly. After a while, she said in a low voice. He asked, "You asked me for such a condition, if the time comes and you can't give me a satisfactory explanation, what should you do?"

"My lord, what should I do?" An Huan smiled at him like a fox.

Huo Tianxiao muttered angrily, "Damn it, why would his state of mind be affected by it even though he knew that her roses had thorns."

Rolling his eyes in deliberate disgust, Huo Tianxiao turned around and left, the words came from afar, "You'd better think twice before acting, if you don't do anything, I will act as if nothing happened today. But If you did it but didn’t do it well, then it’s no wonder this king is being rude.”

"You're welcome, how can you be rude?" An Huan smiled recklessly, unaware that she had touched Huo Tianxiao's bottom line without knowing it.But seeing Huo Tianxiao leave in a state of embarrassment, she felt a burst of joy in her heart.

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In the evening, a heavy rain fell in Kaitian City without warning.

The cold spring is coming, and the pedestrians on the street are a little bit embarrassed, and they just shrink their necks and rush home. After a while, the originally bustling street quiets down.

The huge Baihu Avenue was covered with rain and fog. It was a long street, and few people could be seen.

Baihu Avenue is a road that must be passed to enter Kaitian City. At this time, it was dark, and the soldiers guarding the city were yawning listlessly, counting their fingers in boredom, cursing the hellish weather, and eagerly counting on this day. Hurry up, so that you can go to a small restaurant not far away to drink some wine to warm your body.

And at this time, a blue-gray figure that blended into the dusk, holding a black oil-paper umbrella, walked slowly from outside the city.

He seems to be walking very slowly, with his back straight and straight. Except for the hem of his clothes being shaken a few times by the cold wind, there is no unnecessary movement in his whole body, even the one holding the oil-paper umbrella. His hands didn't tremble in the slightest.

The man walked slowly against the rain, and in an instant, he had already reached the gate of the city.His footsteps paused slightly, and the oil-paper umbrella in his hand was slightly tilted. He raised his head, looked at the three big vermilion characters "Kaitiancheng" written in Danqing on the city gate, nodded in satisfaction, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That smile was not gentle, but it was definitely not cold, just like the misty spring rain, with a strange feeling of moistening things silently. At the gate of the city, the soldiers guarding the city stared at him blankly, each one in a daze. Yes, I can barely take my eyes off it.

The aura of the visitor was extremely cold, coupled with the cool-colored Tsing Yi, he looked even more unapproachable.It's just that his face is extremely handsome, it's not an exaggeration to say that it is a lotus powder noodle, and the long and narrow peach blossom eyes slanted into the temples, making him exude a faint evil spirit, and the few strands of broken hair on his forehead Dancing with the wind, those peach-blossom eyes exuded an astonishing coldness, which made people dare not look directly at them.

"Who is he?" someone whispered.

The voice was very soft, but the man in Tsing Yi seemed to have heard it, and raised his eyes slightly, looking at the soldier who spoke, the soldier was trembling all over, as if he was in an ice cave, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but found that his throat seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, and he couldn't make any sound at all. His teeth were chattering up and down, and half of his face was paralyzed.

Fortunately, the man in Tsing Yi just glanced at him indifferently, walked straight into the city gate, walked along the White Tiger Avenue, and walked towards Kaitian City.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops hit the roof tiles, making a "popping" sound. The water column flew down from the eaves and splashed on the street. The water on the street merged into streams, slowly Slowly flowing.

But if you look carefully, you will find that the person has walked for such a long time, and there is no water stain on the shoe surface. He is very refreshing from top to bottom, and his steps are leisurely, like a stroll in a garden, very elegant.

"Drive... drive..."

A fast-moving carriage suddenly turned the corner of the street in the distance and rushed towards him all the way.

The wheels of the fast-speeding carriage passed by, splashing countless rainwater and mud, and the rapid sound of horseshoes broke the silence of the street.

The man in Tsing Yi stood under the eaves, his eyebrows lowered, as if he hadn't seen anything, and he stood there quietly, as if he was waiting for something.

The coachman's whip lashed the horse's back vigorously, the coachman's whole body was drenched completely, his lips were black and purple from cold, and his face was pale.

But apparently, what frightened the coachman the most was not the cold, but the black figures chasing after the carriage.

Those few figures came very quickly, each one of them had a vigorous posture, galloping and jumping like goshawks.

There was a sound of "cracking", and the wheels of the carriage, which was moving rapidly, seemed to be stuck by something, and a tire fell off the axle in the blink of an eye, and flew out.

"Bang..." The carriage stopped after a heavy pause.

An anxious voice sounded in the carriage, "Old Li, what's the matter? What happened?"

Even with such a critical appearance, the words still seemed a little calm, and it could be seen that the identities of the people in the carriage were very unusual.

"Master, the carriage is broken." The groom driving the carriage said anxiously, but as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill rise up his neck, and he almost didn't understand what was going on. burst out.

The coachman's body went limp, and he rolled down from the carriage, his body was covered in mud, he moved twice, but he didn't make a sound.

Hearing the abnormal noise, the people in the carriage opened the curtains and saw the corpse rolling down in front of the carriage, their expressions changed drastically, but soon, a venomous look flashed in his eyes.

He snarled at the black figures chasing after him, "You little people, do you think you can get what you want by killing my Sikong family? Just dreaming. Even if I die with you, I won't die May give something to you."

He laughed out loud after he finished speaking, the laugh was extremely desolate and tragic, Sikong Mo, the richest man in Jiangdong, was ruined because of offending the Jiangdong Giant Whale Gang, the Giant Whale Gang chased and killed them for thousands of miles, and they wanted more than just Not only his name, but also his wealth.

Those men in black surrounded the carriage with expressionless faces, looking at him coldly, each of them had murderous intent in their eyes, and the long sword in their hands was covered with bloodstains, the bloodstains even rainwater They couldn't get rid of it, and obviously killed a lot of people.

In the lead, a tall and thin man in black gave Sikong Mo a cold look, and smiled coldly, "Sikong Mo, it feels good to be separated from your wife and children. If you fight against our Giant Whale Gang, it doesn't matter if you are the richest man in Jiangdong, even if you He is the emperor of the Star Luo Dynasty, so he will die as well."

"You...you..." Thinking of his wife who had already been killed, Sikong Ma was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood, and stood on the shaft of the carriage, his body precarious, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"Old man, I advise you not to tell me what to do. If you want to survive, you should take out the treasure map of your Sikong family, the store bases in many countries and the road map for trading, otherwise today will be your death day." "The tall and thin man said with extreme disdain, looking at Sikong Mo as if he were looking at a dead person.

"You...you..." Sikong Mo's lips trembled, and he suddenly realized that this incident was not an accident, but a long-planned conspiracy.

The Sikong family has been in business for generations, so it is not surprising that there is a treasure house, but the ambition and appetite of this giant whale gang are so great, what they want is not just his wealth, but everything that his Sikong family has.

If the money is gone, it can be made again, but if all the store bases and trading road maps in many countries are taken out, then the Sikong family will really be doomed.

"Stop talking nonsense, take it or not?" the man said impatiently.

The muscles on his cheeks trembled in anger, and Sikong Mo couldn't help shaking up and down, "I don't have any treasure maps here at all, and I have already handed over the store bases and trading route maps to others."

"Don't play tricks on me, I only give you one chance."

"I really don't have one." Qingzhi said that it would lead to death, if he didn't say it, there would be a chance of life instead, so Sikong Mo gritted his teeth and refused to admit it.

"Hmph, you don't have one, so who does?" The tall and thin man sneered, and swiped the long sword in his hand. Several sword beams fell from the sky and struck on the carriage. The horse pulling the cart was also decapitated with a single strike.

This sword is enough to destroy Sikong Mo's last trace of luck.

Sikong Mo got up from the ground in a panic, sizing up the killers who were about to kill him. Suddenly, he saw that blue-gray shadow not far away under the eaves.

The man in Tsing Yi stood quietly under the eaves, his eyebrows were lowered, and his eyes could hardly be seen.

But Sikong Mo had been rolling around in the shopping mall for many years, so he naturally knew that if such a big thing happened, that person could still remain so calm, so he was naturally not someone who would take it easy.

At this time, that man in Tsing Yi is his only hope.

He hurriedly ran to the man in Tsing Yi, and grabbed a piece of his clothes, Sikong Mo choked up and said, "Strong man, save me... save me..."

The group of people in black had already seen the man in Tsing Yi, so they didn't stop Sima Kong, but instead looked at the man in Tsing Yi with interest, trying to see exactly who he was.After seeing a strange face, each of them laughed lowly.At this time, no matter who dares to meddle in other people's affairs, it is a dead end.

Sikong Mo grabbed the corner of the man in Tsing Yi's clothes and pulled it hard, but the man in Tsing Yi didn't even open his eyes as if he didn't notice it.

"Strong man, strong man..." Holding on to his last bit of hope, Sikong Mo kept calling.

However, the words he waited for made him completely disheartened.

"You stained my clothes." The man in Tsing Yi said coldly, his words were cold, without any warmth or emotion.

"Ah...a strong man..." Sikong Mo choked on the words of asking for help, and subconsciously took a step back, not daring to speak again.

(End of this chapter)