Shocked, the idiot's daughter drove a fighter jet to the battlefield

"puff!"

As he was laughing, Gong Heng suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The dog in the space was shocked: [Master, you are truly a worthy prophet. ]

Nan Mo had a blank expression on her face, "From the moment Stepmother wanted to meet Gong Heng in person, I knew that no matter whether she was pregnant with this baby or not, this child would not be safe. No matter how bad Gong Heng is, he was from the Dark Guard Camp.

As far as I know, every member of the secret guard camp under Gong Chenyu has poison hidden in their teeth for suicide at critical moments, but this poison can not only be used to end one's life.

At the same time, it can also release a colorless and odorless poison, which will instantly enter the noses of others as long as they are in the same room."

[King You is really amazing. Others' secret guards or assassins hide poison and commit suicide to prevent the secret from being leaked, but the secret guards in King You's training camp want to die together with the enemy.]

Nan Mo instantly left the space and came to the yard. She noticed that the previous formations were slowly disappearing. She became more certain that Wanniang did have a certain level of attainment in formations. There were very few people who could practice formations to the point where they were closely related to themselves.

Then she spread her legs slightly, bent her knees, slowly raised her arms, and crossed her slender hands to make a Tai Chi formation.

After the formation penetrated his entire body, he stomped his right foot with a little force, and the Tai Chi formation spread to the entire mansion along with the true energy under his feet, completely dispersing Wanniang's formation.

After retracting his strength, he said to Gouzi, "Give Wanniang the antidote, and put her into the space and lock her up with Chu Yunzhou and Doctor Han."

After hearing his master's arrangement, Gouzi immediately took Wanniang away and scanned the bodies in the room. After confirming that they were all dead, he asked: "Master, what should we do here now?"

"Let's set it on fire!"

Without waiting for Gouzi to respond, Nan Mo added, "Collect the valuables first and then set the fire."

[Does the master need to tell me this? I always clean up the warehouse first before I act. ]

-

The next morning.

The entire capital city was very surprised that such a mansion was burned down by a fire overnight, but the nearby residents did not notice it at all the whole night.

Logically speaking, how could such a big fire go unnoticed, and not spread to the neighbors at all? This fire was quite strange.

During breakfast, Nan Gubei was also wondering about this matter. "The patrol battalion patrols the streets every night, but they really didn't notice that Gong Heng's mansion was on fire last night. How strange!"

Nan Mo took the bowl from Nan Gubei, poured him another bowl of porridge, and asked casually, "Does the emperor have a strange father?"

"Why blame me?"

"After all, Dad was on duty at the Patrol Battalion. If something like this happened, someone would definitely think that the Patrol Battalion was negligent. Besides, Gong Heng is the adopted son of King You, and he is also of royal blood."

Nan Gubei's hand holding the bowl tightened slightly, and he looked over with a hint of suspicion in his eyes. After calming down, he finally asked, "Did Moer suffer any injustice from the emperor?"

"Why did Dad say that?"

Nan Mo naturally picked up some food for her father, and then drank the porridge slowly.

After a long while, Nan Gubei slowly said, "Even if the emperor angrily criticized the patrol camp for dereliction of duty, he would not do anything to me."

After a pause, he continued, "If the emperor really makes you suffer any injustice, tell me and I will find him to argue with him."

Nan Mo smiled and shook her head, "Dad, you're overthinking it. Your daughter is not the kind of person who will easily suffer any grievances. Just keep it to yourself."

Then she changed the subject, "I was the one who burned down Gong Heng's mansion."

Nan Gubei was stunned for a moment, then he put down his bowl and chopsticks and stood up, "Dad, withdraw the patrol camp personnel and stop the investigation."

"Let them investigate. Maybe there will be some unexpected findings. Anyway, they can't find anything on me."

Nan Mo said this meaningfully, and at the same time motioned for her father to sit down and continue eating.

Nan Gubei sat down and picked up the bowl. After hesitating for a moment, he came over and whispered, "Is it really impossible to find anything about you?"

"Nothing can be found. Besides, even if something is found, it is what I want to find."

Hearing his daughter's affirmative tone, Nan Gubei understood that his precious daughter must have some other plans, so he didn't ask any more questions.

He only said, "Day will tell you about the progress of the patrol camp every day."

-

At the same time in Nanman Butterfly Valley.

The witch became furious when she saw the blood in another tea bowl on the table turn brown.

"boom!"

With this sound, all the tables and chairs not far behind her were shattered.

The servants under his feet and outside the house did not dare to breathe.

"Call the Saint Aunt over!"

The gloomy voice reached the ears of the attendant outside. The attendant entered the room tremblingly and whispered, "Lady Saint left the valley for the imperial city yesterday."

Under the green-faced, fang-toothed mask, the witch's sunken eyes were bloodthirsty and ferocious. The bony hand hanging at one side instantly clenched into a fist, and a surge of anger rushed to her feet.

next moment.

The servant she was stepping on spat out a mouthful of blood with a "puff" sound, and then he stopped breathing.

The servant at the door swallowed nervously, fearing that he would be the next one.

The witch didn't even look at the dead servant at her feet and disappeared from the room in the blink of an eye.

When he reappeared, he was already in the same cabin.

Sitting cross-legged on a mat, with a circle of blood bowls placed around him, the wooden house still exuded a strong smell of blood and stench.

The red-clad attendant wrapped in a turban who was guarding the cabin hurriedly lit the rows of candles next to him, and then carefully left the cabin.

Then he came to a stone gate against the mountain in the backyard of the wooden house and turned the beads in the mouth of the stone lion next to the stone gate.

"Boom..."

The stone door slowly rose and the servant walked in.

A servant inside, who was dressed similarly to him and was also red-clad, said respectfully, "Chief, but the mother-in-law is here."

The attendant called the leader nodded and asked, "Any fresh blood?"

"Yes, a few were sent back from outside a few days ago and are being raised in the blood pool."

"bloodletting."

Soon, a servant appeared, holding the ankle of a naked boy who was not wearing any clothes.

The boy looks to be less than ten years old and is currently in a coma.

The servant placed him on a huge special jade stone. The jade was pure white with blood streaks. The top of the jade was like a smooth and flat table, and the middle part was bright red.

The bright red color looked like the blood of countless children that had been stained on this piece of jade.

There are four red grooves around it, extending to the four candlestick-like vessels under the jade.

The servant didn't even blink, and instantly cut the boy's limbs with a special knife in his hand. Blood began to seep out, merging with the red area under the boy's body, and then slowly flowed down along the grooves around it.

The boy was still alive, but unconscious and unable to feel any pain.

While waiting for the four vessels to be filled with blood, the attendant looked over with difficulty and said, "Chief, I'm afraid there are no more boys and girls born on a yin month and yin hour in the entire Nanman area that meet the requirements of the mother-in-law. Currently, there are only three in the blood pool, and the supply is insufficient to meet the demand."

The leader looked indifferent, "If the Nanman doesn't have it, then we can look for it in other border countries. We must not let Grandma miss out on her important event."

"The closest place to our Butterfly Valley is the border of Daxia. Should we send someone there?"