President, your wife has slapped you in the face again.

Outside the gate of the night palace, the wind was bleak, and the Chinese New Year was less than ten days away.

When the gate of the night palace opened in front of her, Miao Wanwan was very excited, but Song Ziheng felt that the gate was like a huge mouth that would swallow them up at any time.

"Brother Ziheng, don't worry. Fengyin has been poisoned, and her life is in our hands. We also brought so many killers from the dark net. Now we are barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes. The richer they are The more we cherish our lives, the more we are afraid of death, and we show that we are not afraid of anything, but they are the ones we are afraid of."

After Miao Wanwan finished speaking, she couldn't help but drag Song Ziheng away.

Song Ziheng still hesitated because the gate of the Night Palace was closed behind him.

"Wanwan, something is really wrong." Song Ziheng shook his head.

Before they came, they contacted Leng Yan and told him that they poisoned Fengyin. If they wanted to detoxify, they had to do what they said. The first thing they had to do was to control the night palace.

But whether it was poisoning Fengyin or controlling the Night Palace, everything came very smoothly.

"Brother Ziheng, Fengyin's poisoning is a fact, don't you believe what you saw with your own eyes?"

Miao Wanwan said, looking excitedly at the brightly lit living room of the Night Palace.

"In the past, I only came here once. I was humiliated from head to toe by that bitch Fengyin, and he deliberately made me allergic and unable to see people! Brother Ziheng, do you know how luxurious and magnificent the Night Palace is? Your entire Song family In addition, the entire Miao family is not worth as much as a living room in the Night Palace. A random antique there is priceless and can buy a seaside villa. Brother Ziheng, what are you still worrying about?"

The more Miao Wanwan spoke, the more excited she became, as if Ye Gong was in her pocket.

"No matter how good the Night Palace is, it's also from the dark net. It has nothing to do with us. We are only responsible for the mission." The more Song Ziheng looked at Miao Wanwan, the more he disliked him. Even if he really succeeded this time, he would be implicated by her in the future.

In the living room of the Night Palace, Leng Yan was sitting in the middle. Miao Wanwan and Song Ziheng just entered, and the assassin behind him unzipped his jacket, revealing the weapon inside.

"Master Leng, we agreed, if you dare to play tricks, we will die together."

Miao Wanwan uttered triumphantly, looking around and seeing the wind singing, Miao Wanwan could not help but sneer,
"Is Feng Yin already in a coma? Let me tell you, she has at most one hour left, Leng Yan, you have no other choice but to cooperate with us!"

"Who said I was in a coma? This voice sounds so familiar."

At this time, a clear female voice sounded, and the door of a bedroom upstairs slowly opened, and Feng Yin, who had changed into casual clothes, walked down leisurely.

"Wind...wind chant?" Miao Wanwan's eyes were tearing apart, she couldn't believe what she saw.Then he rubbed his eyes hard, but what he saw was Feng Yin walking down the stairs with a smile on his face.

"You..." Miao Wanwan was terrified, and subconsciously held Song Ziheng's hand.

"Brother Ziheng, am I dazzled? Tell me quickly!" Miao Wanwan asked Song Ziheng in a crying voice, and Song Ziheng subconsciously shook off his hand.

"Don't call me that, I'm not."

"Song Ziheng, are you still acting? Ever since you and Miao Wanwan appeared as Du Jian and Du Jian's assistant, Leng Yan and I knew it was you."

Feng Yin opened his mouth, calmly walked to Leng Yan and sat down, his complexion was ruddy and shiny, he didn't look like he was poisoned.

"You...you already knew? Impossible..." Song Ziheng was undoubtedly feeling like a thunderbolt at the moment.

Since Feng Yin and Leng Yan already knew about it, the possibility of them going out today is zero.