Chapter 232 (2/2)

”Stop talking,” General Qian interrupted General Liu and said, ”Gu Xingnuo is still in charge of the palace. The emperor won't care about it. What's wrong with you? Who can ask for credit?”

General Liu stopped talking. The young lady of the Zhao family stabbed the young teacher of Yongsheng temple. No matter how the final conclusion of this matter is, General Liu doesn't believe that the Zhao family can turn over.

”But why doesn't the princess go back to the house with her son-in-law?” General Qian said nothing to his good friend and said to himself again.

General Liu didn't answer this. People like the long princess can only look up. If they get close, they are expected to die, right?

And where is Yu Xiaoxiao now?

Yu Xiaoxiao is standing on a roof of the yard last night. Standing here, the whole yard has a panoramic view in Yu Xiaoxiao's eyes. In the small courtyard under the house, there were the bodies of three monks. Looking at the bones, they were all following Wuhuan. Yu Xiaoxiao thinks he's late. The three Wuhuan's men are dead. It shows that Mo Wen has already started.

Yu Xiaojiao was beating a drum on the roof tile. Brother Gu also asked her not to be followed by those who asked. As a result, people's intelligence work had reached the level of finding the enemy without tracking. What now? Jade small asked himself, go back and ask Mo important person?

Just when Yu Xiaoxiao was considering returning to the emperor's palace, she heard a slight groan behind her. Yu Xiaoxiao hurriedly turned around. There was still a small courtyard behind the house, but with Yu Xiaoxiao's eyesight, she didn't see anyone coming in the courtyard. Leaping from the roof, Yu stood in the middle of the courtyard and listened attentively. Then the voice of the pedestrians on the street outside the courtyard could be heard clearly by her royal highness.

In the dungeon, the dusty corpses were put overnight and morning after morning, giving off the smell of decay. The two hearts that fell on the ground are incomplete, and I don't know whether they have been eaten by insects such as mice or cockroaches.

Two monks stood in the cell and stared at the dusty corpse for a long time.

Outside the cell, Wu Huan stood against the wall, with five monks standing beside him, watching him closely.

”Shachen generation monk, are you going to fight the host to the end?” The monk standing in front of Wu Huan turned and looked at Wu Huan. The monk looked over seventy, but his eyes were bright. He was a person with profound Kung Fu in his family.

No joy, no sound.

Standing on both sides, the two monks who made Wuhuan's hands looked at Wuhuan and ignored the old monk's questions, and they all used their strength.

Wu Huan snorted.

The old monk looked at Wu Huan and shook his head and said, ”in those years, the host shouldn't value you.”

Wuhuan waited for the pain of his wrist to pass before he said, ”let you, the master of the martial monk academy, deal with me. It seems that the host still thinks highly of me.”

The old monk said coldly, ”what's the use of being tough with me? You'd better think about what you'll tell the host when you see him later. ” Wu Huan still wears a wooden mask on his face. There are large blood stains on the mask, which seems to have been painted with red paint“ Take the dust with you, ”the old monk ordered,” take this man to the host. ” Several monks pushed Wuhuan out. The old monk seemed determined that Wuhuan didn't dare to resist, and walked behind Wuhuan with his hands on his back. The two monks in the cell took off their robes, wrapped the dusty corpses, held one horizontally, read Amitabha, and then walked outside the cell. In the eyes of the seven monks, Wuhuan, the national master who killed the sun and the former young master of Yongsheng temple, is already a dead man. If he left to kill the sun privately, this man also killed two eminent monks of the dust generation. For such a crime, the host should not ask how to convince tens of thousands of monks of Yongsheng temple without executing Wuhuan? When the dungeon was opened, the sun hurt Wu Huan's eyes“ Go! ” The monk behind him pushed Wuhuan. Wuhuan stumbled forward. He was not injured, but his shoulder was dislocated. Several big holes in his body were sealed. His martial arts were not lost, but he wanted to fight with the seven monks behind him. He was more than willing but less powerful“ Who? ” The old monk suddenly shouted and asked before he got out of the dungeon door. Wu Huan is desperate and looks forward. Yu Xiaoxiao stood in front of Wuhuan, looked at the seven people behind Wuhuan, and said, ”your master must have been a woman in his last life. After sleeping with you and getting pregnant, he was abandoned and killed by you, otherwise he wouldn't kill you so much in this life.” Wuhuan and the eminent monks of Yongsheng temple