Before waiting for too long, Zhao Yinge appeared in the tea garden's goat intestine path.

After this guy approached, Zhu Minglang found that Zhao Yinge seemed to have drunk a lot of wine and was drunk.

He went to the tea pavilion and chatted with the little princess wearing a silk hat half-covered face. The curtains in the pavilion hung down, and there was no servant within a radius of hundreds of meters.

In the middle of the night, a lonely man and a widow were in the tea garden mountain pavilion. If it weren't for the curtain of the pavilion, Zhu Minglang might have seen a shameless transaction between nobles...

Zhu Huo is also smart and treats others with his own way. They are assassinations when they go to drink flower wine. So Zhao Yinge is also a man with a strong spirit, so why can he not have this need?

Zhu Huo obviously started with the little princess who was not very self-disciplined. It was not easy to check the whereabouts of a prince, but it would be simple to be profitable in such a small country.

It is said to be princesses. Some small and remote countries have their status as inferior to the famous house courtesan in the imperial capital. Except for the big country where women are self-reliant, the princess is the heir to the royal power. Most princesses in the small country in Shanyuan cannot escape the fate of marriage in the end.

Of course, instead of passive marriage, it is better to choose the best in the early stage. Most of the little princesses with low status in the neighboring countries of Qincheng have the same idea, so they often gather in Qincheng to seek some changes, or make connections in advance...

...

Zhu Minglang didn't know what happened in the pavilion curtain, but in fact he didn't have the slightest interest to watch.

"Zhu Huo, Zhu Huo, I know you want them to take action when they are in full swing, but you can't measure Zhao Yinge's character by the 'warming' of most men. He doesn't even have his own hands and feet..."

Seeing that Zhu Huo was still waiting patiently, Zhu Minglang couldn't help but feel anxious.

But soon, Zhu Minglang thought of something more important.

Zhao Yinge was cut off his limbs by himself.

Although he later became a puppet master, equipped himself with prosthetic arm and prosthetic limbs like a living person, and knew how to control some living dead puppets, would such a deformed person really stagger when he drinks wine?

"It seems something is wrong." Zhu Minglang recalled Zhao Yinge's behavior.

If it were me, Zhu Minglang would definitely give up. As long as there are doubts, Zhu Minglang would not take risks easily.

But at this moment, Zhu Huo took action.

He was as light as a swallow, and fell from a high tea garden on the tea pavilion.

He made no sound when he acted. Soon he hooked the curved eaves with his feet, and hung his whole body upside down on the curtains...

The one-handed long sword stabbed into the pavilion. The sword's strength was amazing. Zhu Minglang was a little surprised how Zhu Huo burst out such power in that upside-down posture!

As long as Zhu Huo stabbed this sword, he would be sure that Zhu Huo had nothing to do with the murder of himself. He was just careless for a moment, ignored the issue of safety and did not investigate the identity of the courtesan in advance.

There was no scream or any blood in this sword.

Zhu Huo was confident enough about his strength, otherwise he would not have done it himself. But when he picked up the curtain, he saw a charming and evil smile. She was staring at Zhu Huo, looking very disappointed.

"If you disturb my family's interest late at night, there will be no good ending!" The little princess from the neighboring country said in a sweet voice, but her tone did not sound so touching, but gave people a creepy feeling!

Seeing that his assassination failed, Zhu Huo fled to the tea mountain without hesitation.

At the same time, the "Zhao Yin Pavilion" burst out with amazing speed. He rushed to the Chashan Mountain and grabbed Zhu Huo, who was as light as a swallow, and threw him down with one hand.

Zhu Huo was smashed into the field of Chashan. He did not panic about the authenticity, but raised his sword and stabbed heavily at the "Zhao Yin Pavilion". The cold light sword passed by Zhao Yin Pavilion's chest, but Zhao Yin Pavilion actually had a copper and iron body, and the sword did not leave any traces on his shirtless body!

The brave Zhao Yinge raised his foot and stepped on Zhu Huo's chest.

Zhu Huo raised his sword to block it, but Zhao Yinge's kick was amazing and stepped on the tea mountain field. Zhu Huo had no time to get up and fell into the mud of tea field, spitting blood...

Not far away, Zhu Minglang, who was observing secretly, was also secretly surprised.

When did Zhao Yinge become so fierce? Aren’t he a waste who only knows the sluts and the way he is? Or is this time he changed to a stronger body?

Zhu Huo was also good at it. He did not always be beaten passively when he was injured, but instead escaped by the loose soil of Tea Mountain and fled deeper into the Tea Mountain.

The fierce Zhao Yinge pursued him relentlessly, obviously he would not let Zhu Huo leave here alive.

...

"Puppet Master?" Zhu Minglang was about to leave when he suddenly noticed that the woman in the pavilion had a strange look.

This little princess with aquatic poplar flower stood in the pavilion, too lazy to tidy up her clothes. Her eyes kept turning quickly, but she didn't have any charm...

She didn't seem to be waiting and watching, but more like she was controlling something!

Zhu Minglang has seen this kind of strange pupil several times, and he is the puppet master!

The guy who met him was not Zhao Yinge?

Is it a strong iron golem that looks very similar to Zhao Yinge??

This little princess with a bad reputation was actually a puppet master. She seemed to have deliberately set up this trap and waited for someone to get in.

"Go to me, I will take him down no matter what. It's better to catch him alive!" At this time, a group of people appeared on the path of the sheep farm, one of whom was shouting.

Soon, Zhao Yinge himself rushed over with a group of masters. They immediately rushed to the high tea mountain and surrounded Zhu Huo, who was entangled by the iron golem.

At the same time, a group of people appeared in the direction of Zhu Huo's escape, and they forced Zhu Huo back to the vicinity of this tea pavilion.

Zhu Huo knew that he had escaped difficulties, so he burst out into a stronger sword realm. He fought with these Deadpools alone, and the Deadpools who surrounded him would not be able to take him down for a while.

"Bang!!!"

The hard iron golem punched Zhu Huo's face, and Zhu Huo avoided it in a thrilling manner, but the mask on his face was torn apart by the fist wind.

After revealing his true face, another person was An Qingfeng, the son of King An. He smiled and said to the little princess and Zhao Yinge himself: "Look, this person is not Zhu Minglang. Although Zhu Minglang is very useless, he still has a little brain. Without absolute certainty, he will not take risks alone."

"Damn it, I only caught such a small character!" Zhao Yinge said in anger.

"The person you are going to deal with is very cunning. If he is really a fool, he has been killed by his slave in the Moon Tower." The little princess smiled charmingly, looking like she was enjoying the fun of the game.
Chapter completed!