Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

However, he saw Li Cheng pinching the neck of one of his subordinates, staring coldly at the shivering man.

Then, I just heard a "click"...

"Li Cheng, you are crazy!!"

Wu Shao only felt a head of raging fire suddenly burst into his mind, and his gaze at Li Cheng was already full of boundless anger and hatred.

He is actually taking action against his subordinates!

These are the elite guards of their Taiwei's mansion, and they are the disciples taught by them hand in hand! !

It's just for a woman to be so cruel... indiscriminately killing innocents!

Thinking of this, Wu Shao squeezed his hand angrily.

But it seemed that he suddenly realized something, and the whole person was taken aback for a moment.

There is something wrong, something very wrong.

In the past, even if he didn't get along with Li Cheng, Li Cheng would look good no matter how bad he was. He would never go to these innocent guard disciples to throw his hands on them.

What's going on now, Li Cheng looks like he's crazy... It's too abnormal to look at!

Not only him, but even himself, at the moment when he saw that his subordinate was brutally poisoned and fell tragically, he felt a strange feeling in his heart...

The whole body seems to be suddenly filled with strength that does not belong to him, or that has exceeded the range of his own internal strength, and he is also desperately looking for someone to use this strength...

Such a weird thought just emerged in his mind, and Wu Shao's eyes quickly became stained with a woody out-of-focus color.

"Li Cheng... I'm going to kill you... I'll kill you...!"

He muttered to himself, suddenly raising his hands uncontrollably, he directly sent a palm force towards Li Cheng's back...

...

Tonight’s Dongdu Market Street is so lively.

On the roof of Ruihetang, the three Taoist shadows, who were dressed in black and concealed themselves in the night, were quietly crawling, watching the next master showdown that had fought for dozens of rounds.

"Dalan Daxing, is our move a bit cruel?"

Situ Ling frowned while watching the battle below, and asked Feng Lan in a low voice.

He felt a little bit that the little cannon fodder guard who was pinched to death by Li Cheng just now died terribly.

But when I thought, if you don't do this, after these people are fattened up in the East Capital, the situation of yourself, Fengxianglou, Dalan Daxing, and even Girl Fenghan will be very difficult.

Thinking about it, the little emperor felt a little more balanced in his heart.

Who makes the Dao different from each other?

"This is no way."

Hearing this, Feng Lan curled up the corners of her lips indifferently.

The light in his eyes sinks slightly, but there is no hesitation, "Each perform his duties, and each will take care of his master. This is inevitable."

"I think, General Xiang should have the same idea with me."

As he said, the man chuckled softly, and his delicate and tight jaw pressed against the little head that was carefully guarded by his arms and was watching the battle quietly.

"Well."

Xiang Xing just responded vaguely, his eyes stuck between the two masters who were dueling below.

Immediately afterwards, the little guy suddenly seemed to have noticed something, his little arm shrugged, and suddenly and quickly came out under Feng Lan's careful protection.

Situ Ling on the side only heard a sound of "shoo" passing through his ear.

Then, two of Wu Shao's subordinates in that courtyard who were about to step forward to protect the lord, said "Ah" respectively, and both fell to the ground...