There was no light in the main hall, which was very dim. In addition, Qi Mo was tall and could see the blood on his reflective mask when he sat up. Zhong Qingye's petite figure was covered by him, but no one noticed it. [】

As for the two elders of the Zhong family who had been sitting in the first seat, they saw that their daughter had actually fought with the prince, and seemed to beat the prince to the point of falling. The little heart had already suffered a lot, so they could not pay attention to these details.

As a result, those who were not injured were attracted much attention, while those who were injured were not noticed.

After the initial surprise, several men rushed in without orders. The two rushed to Qi Mo to ask about their well-being. However, the other three pulled out the long swords from their waists, pointed at the extremely innocent two elders of the Zhong family with great momentum, and shouted: "Bold and unruly people! He actually hurt my prince! Death!"

The sword was swung like lightning, and the blade reflected the sharp cold light of the flames. The deafening screams of the two elders of the Zhong family were all in chaos.

"Huang Ying!" Qi Mo's cold voice easily pierced a chaotic atmosphere.

The man holding the sword and trying to cut off suddenly stopped. The blade was less than an inch from Master Zhong's neck. He turned around in confusion and Qi Mo, with blood on his face: "Prince?"

"Did I ask you to do it?" Qi Mo's voice was so cold that it was so cold that he used his left hand to force his right arm. A crisp click sound rang out, and the dislocated arm had been restored. He reached out to touch the mask and said coldly: "This is not my blood."

As Qi Mo's personal bodyguard, Wuying nodded blankly, with a strange expression. The sound just now... the prince was dislocated by someone's arm?

Who did it?

Who has such ability?

Even if the Five Eagles join forces, who can do things?

Also, the prince said that the blood is not his... Whose is it?

We can't blame everyone for ignoring Zhong Qingye, a living person. But in the eyes of these people, women are just decorations for embroidering and drinking tea at home, and their strength and ability are extremely weak. Those who can dislocate the prince's arm must be a tough man...

But they came in very fast and didn't see any man leaving?

What's going on?

If Zhong Qingye knew what they were thinking, he would roll his eyes and sneer, macho.

Wuying's sharp eyes scanned the house one after another. After confirming that there was no one hidden in the house, they turned their eyes to Mr. Zhong, the only man in the house at that time, who was over 40 years old.

Poor Master Zhong has lived for more than 40 years in vain, but it has no effect. He was stared at by these five people with cold eyes, coupled with the shock that had been hovering on the edge of life and death before, his face was pale like a golden burgundy, his whole body was shaking, and then...

A fishy smell spread throughout the hall...

Zhong Qingye touched his forehead and sighed, how could she meet such a miserable father?

Wuyingyan said, the Master Zhong’s family, who was scared to death, retreated several feet with his face. Was he so tired of collective snoring? He actually suspected that such a useless man could hurt the prince?!

Before the suspicion was over, Qi Mo had already stood up and moved his neck left and right. With a crisp clicking sound, the man coldly said the girl with the same expression: "Good skills."

Zhong Qingye's hand was very deep, which showed that her punch was harsh, and she didn't think about Qi Mo's possible disfigurement. It was precisely because of this that the injury on her hand became more and more terrifying. Even if she clenched it tightly, blood still trickled out from her fingers.

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Chapter completed!