The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

As the last sentence fell, Zi'an's figure disappeared into the alley.

"Xiao Si, we'll handle this, you hurry up and follow the Lord."

The soft male voice brought Ming Si back to his senses from the shock.

Ming Si swallowed and handed the man who had been frightened limp in his arms to the man who appeared.

"Brother Er, thank you for your help."

Ming Er, who was wearing a mask, caught the man and looked at Ming Si with a complicated expression: "Go quickly, don't keep the master waiting for too long."

It was hard for Ming Si to follow a master like this who would fight at the slightest disagreement.

Ming Si felt puzzled at being stared at and had no time to investigate further, so he chased in the direction where Zi'an disappeared.

When passing by Li Feiyan, Ming Si felt a chill on his back when he saw her pig-like face.

Qingbei Villa.

"Master, the porcelain bottle has been delivered to the warehouse."

Shang Qiaoshan, wearing a black jade mask with an amber camellia engraved on it, knelt on one knee and reported.

Linglong looked at the jars of wine on the table, reached out to pick up a jar and opened it, and the aroma of wine spread out.

"Master, this is the wine that I asked someone to bring to Nanling."

"stand up."

Linglong moved closer to the wine jar and took a careful sniff, but the taste was not as mellow as the one Chen Bei gave her.

"Yes, master."

Shang Qiaoshan stood up, took the wine cup from the stone table, took the wine jar from Linglong's hand, poured out a cup, and handed it to Linglong with both hands.

Linglong took the wine cup and took a sip. The taste was very light.

He put down the wine cup in his hand, looked up at Shang Qiaoshan who was pouring wine from jar to jar, and asked, "Do you have any strong liquor?"

"Yes." Shang Qiaoshan handed the poured wine to Linglong.

A light breeze blew across my face. A man wearing a mask and black clothes knelt outside the pavilion and said, "I am here to see the Palace Master."

"What's the matter?" Linglong took a sip of the wine in the cup.

The man spoke softly, "Palace Master, the Lord has beaten the county magistrate's daughter."

Beaten into a pig's head.

A certain hall master paused while drinking from the cup, and his clear voice became less cold and more gentle: "My lord, are you tired?"

A delicate and frail little man like that must be tired if he does it himself.

The kneeling man had a strange expression under his mask and answered truthfully, "Palace Master, the master is now resting in the teahouse."

Linglong picked up another glass of wine and took a sip: "Well, protect the master. Also, investigate the new county magistrate carefully."

"Your command, Palace Master."

The figure came silently and disappeared silently.

Linglong put down the cup in her hand and said, "Qianxin, let's contact the cooperative winemaking bar. Do you have any capable subordinates?"

"Yes, I have already made the arrangements. Minglu will stay by the Palace Master's side and assist him."

Thinking of something, Shang Qiaoshan knelt on one knee and said, "Palace Master, I dare to recommend my elder sister and second sister, who are excellent at business. I beg you to give them a chance. My elder sister and second sister will enter the palace according to the palace rules."

Linglong stood up and said, "Well, when you come back from Zhongzhou, let's go."

Upon hearing this, Shang Qiaoshan raised her hand in delight and saluted, "Yes, Master."

After a few breaths, Shang Qiaoshan looked up without waiting for Linglong's instructions, and saw Linglong's figure not far away.

Linglong fell into the bookstore, and suddenly felt a pain in her chest, and a feeling of suffocation spread in her throat.

Linglong's face changed, her powerful spiritual awareness spread out, and the entire Qingshan Town appeared in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Consciousness said coldly: "Youxue, where is the White Tiger?"

Sensing Zi'an's presence, Linglong leaped in one direction.

Outside town.

Zi'an looked at the man in white in front of him quietly and asked gently, "Wang Le, what do you mean by this?"

The tone was calm without any fluctuation, but the pale lips under the mask were trembling.

Facing Zi'an's clear eyes, Wang Le was unsure of what he was thinking. However, he had finally brought him here, so he had to let him follow him back to Lingdu.

I don’t know what luck Rong Zian had. On this day in his previous life, he was already seriously ill and almost dying.

"If you don't believe me, you can follow me back to Lingdu Observatory to calculate it."

Zi'an pursed his lips. Something bad would happen to him and his wife in the previous life. He shouldn't have believed it, but he felt uneasy in his heart, always feeling that something big was going to happen.

"If you want me to go back to Lingdu, you have to at least tell me what you want me to do."

Wang Le was a little impatient, and his words were a little aggressive: "Didn't this Saint Son say that Master Chang Xiang is a star of destiny? Whoever gets close to Master Chang Xiang in his past and present lives will be defeated! Master Chang Xiang actually has such a talent, why don't you use your identity to do something for Nanling?"

Ouch...

"He's talking nonsense, Master, don't believe him. Not to mention that your fate is tied to that of the mistress, Le Feng's luck can also make the master's life smooth for generations."

A white shadow jumped down from the tree.

Zi'an was stunned and his mind was buzzing. What does it mean that my wife's fate is tied to my fate?

Wang Le, who was already nervous, was startled by the sudden sound. He was standing by the river, and his feet slipped. He stretched out his hand and pulled Zi'an, who was distracted, into the turbulent river.

The white tiger that fell to the ground looked at the river in horror. Just as it was about to transform into its original form and jump into the water, a powerful pressure descended from the sky.

Countless dark shadows appeared around, and were all pinned to the ground by this pressure.

The moon-white figure fell into the water at a rapid speed.

Zi'an, who couldn't swim, was dragged to the bottom of the river by Wang Le's arm. His mouth, nose, and ears were filled with river water, and his head was swollen and dizzy for a while, and he couldn't react.

When Zi'an wanted to use his spiritual power, scenes flashed through his mind and his head hurt even more.

At this moment, Zi'an had only one thought: if his wife knew he was like this, she would definitely be angry, right?

My waist tightened, a familiar feeling came over me, and my consciousness fell into chaos.

puff……

The water on the river surface exploded, and a moon-white figure fell on the shore.

This person was Linglong, who was full of evil spirit. With the circulation of spiritual power, the wet clothes on Linglong and the unconscious Zi'an dried up in an instant.

Several black shadows broke out of the water at the same time, and with a splash, a disheveled white figure was thrown to the ground mercilessly.

When Linglong appeared, the men in black around him knelt on one knee towards her, enduring the severe pain in their internal organs.

Linglong half-knelt on the ground with a frosty face, and let the person in her arms sit on her legs. With a wave of her hand, a water-blue cloak covered the person in her arms.

Her fingertips touched his pulse, and in a moment, Linglong withdrew her hand. A green pill appeared at her fingertips, she put it in her mouth, lowered her head, and passed the pill through her lips.

After finishing everything, Linglong raised her eyes, glanced at the white tiger huddled aside with her cold eyes, then picked up Zi'an and left the place.

White tiger...

It’s over, the mirror owner is angry.

Back at the bookstore, Linglong laid the still unconscious Zi'an on the bed, ran her fingertips across Zi'an's closed eyes, and murmured, "I shouldn't have let you out alone."

He withdrew his hand, covered Zi'an with the quilt, then stood up and left the room.

Looking at the people kneeling in the yard, Linglong sneered.

It really made me laugh. So many people couldn't protect a little boy.

Ming Yi and Ming Si, who rushed back, turned pale when they saw this scene.

Gritting their teeth and bearing the terrifying pressure, the two men came to the front and had reached their limit.

puff puff...

Both of them spat out blood and then fell to their knees.

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