Chapter 172 The original heroine of the killer who was counterattacked 21

Style: Science Author: Shi YuyaoWords: 1131Update Time: 24/01/11 10:06:36
When Murong Feng heard this, the elemental power in his hand dissipated instantly, but the anger in his heart could not be relieved. At this moment, he was going crazy inside.

Seeing this, Jiang Xu spoke at the right moment, "Just now, I came to you to explain what happened between me and my third sister. Your two guards wouldn't let me in. Otherwise, I could have explained it to my father earlier."

Jiang Xu said, pointing to the two guards standing aside.

When the two guards heard this, their eyes suddenly changed.

Before the two of them could say anything, Murong Feng took action directly, and in the blink of an eye, the two guards stopped talking.

Seeing this scene, Butler Yang was stunned. He was speechless for a moment. He looked at Murong Feng and then at Jiang Xu. After several seconds, he found his voice, walked to Murong Feng and faced Murong Feng. Feng said: "Master, Miss Third can't delay any longer."

After killing the two guards, the anger in Murong Feng's heart was relieved a little, but he was still very unhappy and always wanted to find something to vent his anger on.

After hearing Butler Yang's words, Murong Feng ignored the anger in his heart and walked directly towards Murong Lanyi's yard.

Butler Yang naturally followed.

Seeing this, Jiang Xu followed the two of them step by step.

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Murong Feng and the others moved very quickly, and soon they arrived outside Murong Lanyi's yard.

From a distance, you can see that the perimeter of Murong Lanyi's courtyard is full of people, including men and women, old and young.

Some were clinging to the wall, and some were clinging to the trees.

Most of these people came to Murong's house for a dinner party. They were supposed to be at the banquet in the front yard, but because the green painting "promoted" it very well, they all came here now.

Everyone squeezed each other, and I squeezed you. Those who were close would even get close to each other and whisper a few words.

There were a few dandy boys who, without even lowering their voices, blatantly compared the figures between Murong Lanyi and the girls in the brothel.

Murong Feng was so angry that he almost fainted.

I really wanted to get angry on the spot and drive these people away, but among those watching, there were many dignitaries, and any improper tone would offend others.

Therefore, Murong Feng had to hold back his anger and said in a good voice: "The banquet venue is in the front yard, why are you here in the backyard? Butler Yang, send all distinguished guests back to the banquet."

Among the onlookers, some looked reluctant after listening, some simply pretended not to hear, and some spoke directly.

"General Murong, please don't worry about us. Let's go see your daughter first."

When Murong Feng heard this, his anger rose and he suddenly turned back to look at the person who made the sound.

Then he saw a person sitting on the branch, a man wearing red clothes and full of arrogance, holding a folding fan in his hand.

Nangong Yi, the young prince of the Zhenguo Hou Mansion, the nephew of the current queen, and the only legitimate son of the Hou Mansion, cannot be offended.

Originally, Nangong Yi only saw Murong Feng's back. After Murong Feng turned around, Nangong Yi could clearly see his appearance at this time.

Seeing Murong Feng looking very embarrassed with wounds on his head, Nangong Yi was silent and then asked curiously, "What's wrong with the general? Can he be attacked in his own yard? Why is his head covered with wounds?"

As soon as Nangong Yi's words came out, everyone else looked at Murong Feng with inquiring faces.

To be able to leave a wound on this person's head, he must be a master, and he doesn't know who he offended.

Everyone was curious, and Murong Feng also thought about being knocked on the head more than ten times by Jiang Xu just now. His eyebrows skipped a beat and he stared at Nangong Yi intently. He wanted to say something but couldn't. His chest heaved. It was ups and downs, and he looked like he was about to faint in the next second.

(End of chapter)