Ye Xinglanqiang dragged his heavy body and stumbled out of the teahouse.

In front of her is a bustling street with people coming and going, everything here is so strange to her.

Ye Xinglan couldn't help but feel a little desperate.

It is precisely because she is a doctor that she is very clear about her physical condition. If she does not stop the bleeding in time, she will not be far and will not live long...

My body was shaking and my vision gradually became blurred.

Finally, she thrust "bang" and threw herself to the ground...

At the end of her consciousness, a pair of black boots appeared in front of her eyes.

"Save me..."

The strong desire to survive made her whisper unconsciously at the last moment before her coma.

Then, a low voice slowly rang, cold without any warmth, just like the look he looked at the dying girl under his feet, plain, cold, and without any mercy.

"Pei Shier, give her a ride."

After saying that, he looked away and stopped looking at her.

At this time, the originally bustling street suddenly became empty due to the appearance of a man.

Who made Ye Xinglan die so desperately? She fell in front of His Highness Yao...

The man in a mysterious clothes in a wheelchair seemed to have the most perfect appearance in the world. His sword eyebrows, starry eyes, high nose bridge, and sharp face lines as sharp as a knife. He was absolutely impeccable and handsome. However, his body also had a dark and fierce aura, as if he could slaughter thousands of miles in every move!

Although the Killing God Prince of Dongyuan Kingdom was disabled, he had great power and strong strength. In the past few years, many people died at his hands.

Now, as long as he appears on the street, no one dares to approach him, let alone provoke him.

His words almost made everyone think that he wanted Ye Xinglan to die faster and more comfortable.

However, the subordinates behind him directly picked up the girl who had fainted on the ground like a chicken, and then threw her into a carriage expressionlessly...

Finally, the man in the wheelchair was pushed by his subordinates and moved slowly, his sinister eyes locked in the Qingyue Pavilion.

Next second.

Hundreds of guards flocked to Qingyue Pavilion.

Everyone, including Changsun Wuye, was trapped in the teahouse.

"Changsun Wuyao! What are you doing?" Seeing this scene, Changsun Wuye, who was originally in the teahouse, suddenly looked dark and shouted angrily.

Facing the prince's anger, the man in the wheelchair looked very calm, but his narrow eyes were as gloomy as ever.

He raised his eyes slightly, and his unruly eyes slowly swept around the scene in front of him.

The low and demonic voice slowly rang out: "I am here today to seize the bad shops in Kyoto City. I suspect that Qingyue Pavilion has colluded with the thieves outside!"

"Changsun Wuyao! You!"

Changsun Wuye's face was shocked, and his lungs were almost exploded in anger. How could he look like at this time be as handsome as he was when he came?

He never expected that Changsun Wuyao would actually rush to his territory!

In this Kyoto City, who doesn’t know that Qingyue Pavilion is his Changsun Wuye’s property? And it is his most profitable shop! Most of the people who come here want to rely on his disciples. Who dares to collude with foreign thieves? Or will he, the prince, collude with foreign thieves?

But the Changsun Wuyao in front of him dared!

I saw him sitting lazily in a wheelchair, his face as sharp as a knife, was full of frivolous and unruly, as if nothing in the world was taken seriously by him.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince also asks you to give in, don't hinder my search for the rebels."

"You... OK! I see what you can find out!"

Changsun Wuye's face turned pale, but even though he was the prince, he had no choice when facing Changsun Wuyao!

After all, although Changsun Wuyao is disabled, he has made great contributions and is deeply trusted by Emperor Dongyuan, and he controls a lot of power. As the prince, he can't say blatantly that this Qingyue Pavilion is his property, right? If he says it, then his ambition will be known to everyone, and Emperor Dongyuan will even blame him!

So, today, this mute loses money, he must eat no matter what!

At this time, Changsun Wuyao's sharp eyes were slowly sweeping across the faces of the tea shoppers in the teahouse, as if they were looking at it, and as if they were... judgment.

All those who were touched by his eyes felt a huge panic in their hearts, fearing that their heads would fall to the ground in the next second... After all, Changsun Wuyao is famous for his moody and violent murder!

Just as everyone was in panic, he suddenly slowly curled up the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile that was evil and gloomy, but was enough to upside down to all living beings!

However, seeing such a smile, none of the people present dared to feel a little bit of appreciation. They were completely nervous, fearing that any of their eyes and expressions would have problems, so they would have their heads landed!

"Are you... traitors?"

A lazy and frivolous tone made everyone present look pale and sweat in cold sweat. What's more, the legs were so scared that they became weak and the crotch was wet.

The entire teahouse was silent, and there was no sound of breathing. No one present dared to make a sound!

At this time... who dares to speak? Speaking means admitting that you are a traitor? Do you want to die?

"Ka, da, da..."

The hands with distinct joints were placed on the pure black black wood handrail, and the excessively white fingertips knocked on it slowly, making a very rhythmic sound.

"Then, everyone is fifty to show their sincerity to the Dongyuan Kingdom!"

Changsun Wuyao's low and terrifying voice sounded word by word at this moment, like an order issued by a god and a demon.

Hundreds of guards were eyeing each other, and their sharp swords were placed on top of their heads.
Chapter completed!