"Purple Lanxuan will no longer receive guests these days. Please leave."
Looking at Zi Nu with a smile as bright as a flower, Zhang Ji turned around and used his inner energy to merge into his voice, creating an amplification effect.
Faced with such domineering words from Zhang Ji, a young man who didn't know where he came from, all the guests couldn't help but become furious.
The people who came to Zilanxuan so calmly at this time were not only the rich and powerful people from other countries, but also the top powerful people in South Korea. Only they could have such leisurely leisure time.
Some smart people quietly fade away. After all, the relationship between Zhang Ji and Zi Nu is obviously extraordinary.
The name Zilanxuan was first established a few years ago, and it has been very popular among the Korean government and the public. Now it is even more popular.
Not to mention the high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen who hang out in Zilanxuan every day, almost everyone, even ordinary people, know that Zilanxuan has a beautiful and powerful mistress.
Over the years, many people, even princes and nobles, have died who tried to touch Zilanxuan's assets, do evil things to the girl Zilanxuan, and use means including but not limited to coercion and inducement.
Han Fei, the Sikou, also checked that before Zi Nu and Wei Zhuang joined Liusha, most of those were done by Wei Zhuang and Qi Jue Tang. Later, after Qi Jue Tang occupied half of Xinzheng, those who were killed after provoking Zi Lan Xuan Most people have nothing to do with Qijuetang and Wei Zhuang, as if there is an invisible giant hand protecting this song and dance hall.
It is said that Han Cheng, the youngest son of Han Wangan, Lord Hengyang, once tried to get his hands on Miss Zinu and Miss Nongyu, but was kidnapped with a sword and taken into a back alley, then beaten up and thrown out half-dead.
After recovering from his injuries, Han Cheng led his men to eradicate Zilanxuan, but was stopped by Han Fei, who was then beaten to death on the way back home that day.
After that, Han Cheng was still dissatisfied, but no matter how many guards he brought, they would all be left dead on the streets, and then they would be beaten more severely. Several times in a row, the stubborn Hengyang Lord became honest.
And with Han Wangan's youngest son acting as the "chicken" himself, the remaining "monkeys" naturally no longer dare to provoke Zi Lanxuan.
Moreover, those regular customers of Zilanxuan have noticed with sharp eyes that the purple girl who often appeared in front of people always had her hair tied up, with a coquettish purple butterfly painted on the corner of her eyes, lavender eye shadow, and a very low hem. She is wearing a long purple fishtail dress, with snowy skin exposed on the sides and back, and a charming cloud pattern on her waist. Her legs are wrapped in black gauze stockings, and she is wearing a pair of purple high-heeled shoes.
But today's purple women's clothing shows a completely opposite temperament from the past.
If the Purple Girl dressed in the previous dress was a enchanting and stunning deep purple rose, then the Purple Girl in front of her is an elegant, noble, cool and elegant orchid.
Her long purple hair was scattered on her jade back, held up by a purple ribbon and three silver hairpins. She wore a gradient long-sleeved water skirt, wrapping her proud and delicate body. Although her slim figure was hidden in the tolerant In the gorgeous dress, it highlights a kind of purity and beauty, giving people a cool and elegant feeling.
Moreover, I don't know if it was their illusion, but the purple girl, who had always been noble and cool, seemed to have some weakness and fatigue hidden in her purple eyes.
Combined with Zi Nu's deliberate appearance today to greet the young man in front of her, some people speculated that he was Zi Nu's man. Of course, some people thought that he might be Zi Nu's backer.
No matter how bad he is, he is also Zi Nu's best friend, otherwise Zhang Ji wouldn't be so arrogant. Being at odds with Zhang Ji is obviously not good for them.
However, where there are smart people, there are also stupid people, so some bloody slap-in-the-face plots are inevitable.
"Who do you think you are! I am An Chengjun's eldest son! Believe it or not, I will let you disappear in Xinzheng tomorrow?"
Zhang Ji frowned slightly. The children of powerful people have always been taught the most, not poetry, songs, or the way to govern the country, but four words - never cause trouble!
We are not afraid that our children will be mediocre, but we are afraid that our children will cause trouble everywhere.
No matter how mediocre the loser is, as long as he does not cause trouble or offend the king, he can inherit the family's share of the fiefdom passed down from generation to generation. However, if the heirs cause trouble, the consequence of the trouble will be the confiscation of the family and the destruction of the family.
Especially in the capitals of various countries, royal families are everywhere in the capital, and high-ranking officials are not as good as dogs. Even if you offend a dog on the roadside, its owner may be able to take you away from the nine tribes in a wave!
So Zhang Ji was quite surprised to see such idiots these days.
Zhang Ji touched his chin and thought.
From the perspective of An Chengjun's son, Zhang Ji was hesitating and fearful of the consequences of being in a bad relationship with An Chengjun.
Zhang Ji thought for a while, then opened his sleeves and robe, revealing a wrist crossbow tied to his forearm.
This kind of wrist crossbow is light and flexible, easy to carry, and has a certain lethality. As long as the little finger is hooked by the machine, the crossbow arrows will fly out.
The appearance of this wrist crossbow really shocked everyone present. After all, the crossbow was more powerful than ordinary bows and arrows.
An Chengjun's eldest son looked at Zhang Ji, who was pressing closer and putting his hand on the crossbow, with a look of fear.
Does this guy want to kill himself?
Everyone on the side retreated calmly, fearing that they would be implicated.
To everyone's surprise, Zhang Ji's hand on the crossbow just untied the crossbow's restraints, took off the wrist crossbow and placed it on the table beside him, signaling to An Chengjun's eldest son to pick it up.
"What do you want to do?"
An Chengjun's eldest son was a little confused. Even if he was afraid of the power of An Chengjun's lineage, he wouldn't take the initiative to hand over all the weapons for self-defense, right?
Are you putting your life in your own hands?
Although he was a little confused, An Chengjun's eldest son still grabbed the wrist crossbow on the desk. The dexterity and lightness of the wrist crossbow gave him extreme confidence and security, and he became less and less afraid of Zhang Ji.
"Yes, pick up the wrist crossbow and point it at me slowly."
Zhang Ji whispered, inducing the eldest son of Lord An Cheng in front of him to raise the crossbow in accordance with his order. The eldest son of Lord An Cheng, who had regained his confidence, pointed the crossbow at his wrist just as Zhang Ji said. He hit Zhang Ji, and the tip of the crossbow arrow was still pressed against Zhang Ji's chest.
"A good-for-nothing like you, even if I were to give you a wrist crossbow, you would definitely not dare to put your hand on the trigger, let alone pull the trigger on me, an unknown enemy."
As Zhang Ji's provocative words came into his ears, An Chengjun's eldest son didn't know what happened, but actually put his finger on the wrist crossbow, gritted his teeth, and didn't know where the inexplicable courage came from, and touched the trigger finger. Button down hard!
The crossbow arrow fell with the sound of the mechanism, the mechanism was running, and the crossbow arrow was ejected. Less than a finger away, the crossbow arrow made a crisp sound of gold and iron colliding in front of Zhang Ji's chest.
The crossbow bolt was clamped tightly by two fingers, and immediately a scream came from it!
Those were a pair of old hands. As a blind swordsman, Duanshui clamped the crossbow bolt in an instant. Then Zhen just summoned his inner strength and swung it out of Zilanxuan with a palm, landing heavily on it. On the street outside Zilanxuan.
A burst of cold light flashed across, Luan Shen cut off his left arm with a sword, Zhenshi cut off his right arm with a sword, and the fierce sisters Zhuan Po and Mie Hun cut off his legs.
Blood splashed on the street, splashing on street vendors and pedestrians, scaring everyone and running away. Even the girls and dignitaries in Zilanxuan were frightened.
They openly killed people in the streets of Dongcheng, the most prosperous city of Xinzheng. Where did these thugs come from!
Noticing the looks of fear and fear falling on him, Zhang Ji also spread his hands helplessly.
"Look, he was the one who attacked me with the wrist crossbow first. I was acting in self-defense!"
Zhang Ji patted his chest, looking frightened, but his eyes revealed an obvious smile and ridicule.
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