The people shouted, knelt down, kowtowed to the red sedan in the sky, and prayed for blessings.

The bright red sedan flew across the sky, and the people below kept kneeling and kowtow.

The wind blew, and the bright red curtains of the sedan were blown up. The ordinary man lowered his head and looked at the people kneeling below, and then turned his attention to a group of ignorant people.

There were also many guests at Bafu Restaurant. The entire first floor was occupied, and the private rooms on the second floor were very quiet. The sound of the piano could be heard from the second floor.

"Okay, okay, stop playing, get out of here." Sima Yan was lying on the bed extremely irritable.

The man playing the piano was startled and lowered his head, not knowing what to do.

"You go down." Sima Hao waved his hand for the man to leave.

Sima Yan's face was wrapped in white gauze, one eye was exposed, and she looked at Sima Hao: "Dad, don't always do these useless things. How can an upright man like this be my taste?"

Sima Hao was also helpless: "Yan'er, dad knows that you are upset, isn't he trying to find some fun to make you smile?"

"Laughing? How can I have the heart to smile when my face is like this!" Sima Yan said, her eyes flashing with cold light. If her face was ruined, she would never let any woman go!

If it hadn't been for that woman, how would she have gone to the attic in person and met that ghostly man?

"Yan'er, your face is only slightly injured. It will be fine in a few days." It was indeed a minor injury, and it must have been just to teach them a lesson.

"I also know that it is a minor injury. Otherwise, I would have found some woman to settle the score." Sima Yan snorted: "I just can't swallow this breath in my heart. The eighth prince is fine. After planning for so long, the prince has taught me a lesson again.

Dun, I feel dissatisfied."

Hearing this, Sima Hao had a look of relief on his face: "Yan'er, this matter is all the fault of the Bai family after all. If we work together in the future, if we have a more careful mind and add more calculations, I don't believe that the Bai family can sit firmly in the four major families."

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"Dad, this has nothing to do with the Bai family. It's all about that woman. Sooner or later, she will be dealt with." Sima Yan said, clenching her fist and hitting the quilt hard.

Sima Hao was a little confused when he saw this. He didn't know when Yan'er had such a big grudge with that woman.

"Ah... run quickly..."

"Kill people, kill people..."

There was a commotion downstairs with constant shouting, but the commotion disappeared in less than two minutes.

Sima Yan and Sima Hao looked at each other and were both surprised.

"Master, master..." The boy ran in panting.

"What happened? Why is it so noisy?" Sima Hao asked in a deep voice.

"Master, a strange person suddenly came downstairs. Eight little kids came in carrying a big red sedan chair. The little kid waved his little hand and killed many people." The boy said with a frightened face.

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"Eight little kids, carrying a big red sedan chair..." Sima Hao asked, a chill on his face.

"Dad, that's not the person from yesterday." Sima Yan was also a little surprised. She got off the bed and asked the boy: "How are they doing now? Where are they?"

"Now... now the sedan chairs are carried up to the second floor."

Sima Hao's face turned pale: "Yan'er, could it be that they are here to find us..."

If that's the case, what should we do? They are no match for that person.

Sima Yan rolled her eyes and said in a deep voice: "It shouldn't be coming towards us."

"Master, miss, let's go quickly. The little doll said that the entire Blessed Restaurant must be emptied out in one cup of tea. If you don't leave after one cup of tea, you will be dead."

A dead end?

"Yan'er, let's pack our things quickly and go to the Prince's Mansion to escape." Sima Hao panicked.

Sima Yan took a few steps towards the door and looked towards the corridor: "Dad, I want to stay and have a look."

Which man suddenly comes to Bafu Restaurant? There must be some important person in this restaurant.

"Look? If you still want to look, then your face will be completely ruined." Sima Hao pulled Sima Yan, curiosity killed people, there was no man they could mess with.

Sima Yan thought in her heart, feeling a little unwilling.

"Let's go, stop looking. When we get to the Prince's Mansion, I'll let you play with me." Sima Hao forcibly pulled Sima Yan away.

The entire Bafu Restaurant became deserted during a cup of tea. As expected, there was no one left, and even the waiter and shopkeeper disappeared without a trace.

In the room, two men were sitting opposite each other.

The little doll presented the drink and stood behind him respectfully.

"The Bai family's wine is very good." Mo Qianye said coldly and took a sip.

Qianli on the opposite side also picked up a glass of wine and drank it with a calm expression on his face.

"Where's the painting?" He put down the wine glass and put Qianli's hands in his sleeves.

"Why are you so anxious?" Mo Qianye's deep voice looked at the eight little children behind him: "The protector's preferences are still so special."

"Where's the painting?" The voice was still calm, but it was calm and gave people a sense of depression.

Mo Qianye's face was still cold and there was nothing unusual about it. He waved his sleeve and a picture scroll fell into his hand: "The picture scroll has been destroyed."

Qianli, who had always been calm, had no fluctuation in his eyes. He was calm and fell into a strange calmness. When the wind moved, the scroll in Mo Qianye's hand fell into his hands.

The burned scroll is dark and messy, and the peaceful person in the painting can no longer be clearly seen.

Qianli Su's hand moved to hold the scroll tightly in his hand, his eyes were surprisingly calm.

"Where did the picture scroll come from?" The ethereal voice concealed this wireless murderous intention.

Mo Qianye's eyes moved slightly and said coldly: "This scroll is already in my hands. If the person is not around and the scroll is destroyed, then the protector can forget about it."

"Damn it!" Qianli's voice rose softly.

The eight little dolls behind him suddenly moved, and they were surrounded by Qianye.

Mo Qianye's expression remained unchanged, he flicked his sleeves and hands, and a ray of light passed by, and the eight little dolls were immediately immobilized.

"It's useless, you think you can kill me." The cold voice said very calmly.

Qianli's calm eyes narrowed slightly and looked at Mo Qianye, with a smile on his plain face: "The little baby back then turned out to be so capable."

Mo Qianye's eyes sank. Such a smile rarely appeared on his face, and it actually made people's hearts tremble.

Qianli's figure flashed, his gorgeous clothes moved, and his green-white fingers clasped Mo Qianye's neck: "Damn it."

Mo Qianye remained unmoved, his golden eyes calmly staring at the person holding his neck, and his golden pupils were awe-inspiring.

"Just a woman." He said coldly.

Qianli's hands were heavy, and the depths of his eyes were full of anger. Yes, he was angry. A man who had been dull for hundreds of years was angry now because of a painting.

"You can't kill me." Mo Qianye moved his fingers and grabbed Qianli's wrist, forcing him to let go.
Chapter completed!