The emperor is still tied: stop, this palace is robbed

Chapter 8
He was fast, and Zimei was not slow. Before the man in black arrived at the window, she had already closed the window.

"My lord, what do you think this is? Come and leave whenever you want?" Zi Meihuan leaned her chest against the bed, looking at the man with smiling eyes.

The man in black didn't speak, but just stared at Lan Zimei with those cold eyes.

Lan Zimei also looked at him.

At this moment, screams and fights came from the backyard of Qianye Pavilion.

"Brother, you were chased and killed, and you were killed."

The corner of Zimei's mouth was smiling, although he was dressed in black, the glistening wetness on his abdomen couldn't fool anyone. He was injured by a sharp weapon, which looked like a sword from the outside, and it was poisonous.

Lan Zimei deduced from the man's black forehead: "If you leave here now, even if you escape the pursuit, you will definitely not survive tonight."

"What do you want?"

The man in black glared at Lan Zimei angrily, but quickly looked away.

The woman in men's clothing in front of me doesn't know whether it is good or evil. The most terrifying thing is that she can take the soul away from Dafa. If she gets enlightened, it will definitely be more terrifying than death.

"What do you think will happen to me?" Lan Zimei smiled and approached the man.

"Bang," as soon as she left the window, a strong force knocked the window away, and the shards of the window almost hit her head.

Lan Zimei was angry and angry, she was in a bad mood today, but now there are a few lifeless people coming, it's abominable.

The people who came in were all red, dazzling red, what made Lan Zimei angry the most was that they didn't even look at her.

It's an insult to her charm that she doesn't even look at her when she looks so beautiful. They must be taught a lesson today.

All of a sudden, three red goblins flew in from the customer.

"You broke the window and frightened me, how do you plan to compensate?" Lan Zimei turned to face the three red-clothed monsters and said coldly.

The three men in red looked at Lan Zimei.

"Sis, hand him over."

"It's a joke, he has feet, you have hands, you won't grab them yourself." Lan Zimei snorted.

"Up," the man in red behind made a gesture and an instruction.

"Wait a minute, you first compensate me for the window and mental damage." Lan Zimei stopped in front of the three of them.

(End of this chapter)