Empress, don't make trouble, I'm really a gentleman

Outside Qing'an Hou's mansion, a hundred members of the dream team heard the order from Qinglong, and in the boundless night, they brazenly pulled out their long swords, the cold blade reflecting the moonlight.

The murderous air swept across, forming a phantom of a terrifying giant beast in the void, tumbling ferociously, setting off a strong wind, blowing up the sand and gravel on the ground, confusing the charming eyes, and regretting the soul.

They poured into the Qing'an Hou Mansion from various entrances, like a torrent of steel casting.

Every step has a chilling aura.

"What are you doing! Get out!"

"Get out! This is the residence of the Marquis of Qing'an!"

"If you get closer to us, we will do it!"

For a while, the servants and guards in the Hou Mansion were in a mess. On the one hand, they were afraid of the dream team, and on the other hand, they were unwilling to retreat like this.

At this moment, they still had luck in their hearts, thinking that no matter how daring the opposite party was, they would not dare to kill people under Lord Hou's nose.

It was under this kind of fluke mentality that tonight, the first head was thrown high, and the blood was like a fountain, splashing on the face and the ground, the corpse was weak and limp, and the eyes on the head were opened to the extreme, until death, There was still disbelief in his eyes.

"Rebels, kill without mercy!"

There was a flutter of chickens and dogs, blood and stumps covered the ground, and just seeing each other, the servants and guards fell down in pieces like cut grass.

"Killed! Killed!"

"Help!"

Shouts of terror resounded through the night sky, and the defense force of the Marquis of Qing'an was as weak as sheep under the butcher knife of the dream team.

They were horrified to find that this group of people didn't care whether they resisted or obeyed at all, they just wanted to kill people!
This is a group of killing machines!
Qinglong's face was as cold as iron, and his feet were slippery with blood. He walked into the hall step by step, leaving rows of shocking blood footprints on the clean wooden floor.

Ji Wuchen nodded slightly.

The commotion and screams outside spread into the hall, causing everyone in the Qing'an Hou Mansion to change countenance.

Nangong Yi couldn't hold back the fear in his heart anymore, he slapped the table heavily with his palm, and roared at Ji Wuchen:
"Ji Wuchen! Do you want to start a war with me! Do you know that behind me is the Tianxuan Gate! You want to be a sinner of the Celestial Dynasty! You will die a very miserable death!"

He roared with all his strength, no matter how he looked at it, he felt a bit harsh.

Ji Wuchen smiled instead of anger.

He closed his eyes gently.

He had already inquired about the Qing'an Hou Mansion, and there really wasn't a single good person in this place.

Good people are forced to death, and bad people are like-minded... This is the Qing'anhou Mansion.

There are many filthy places in the world, but there are really few places that are so thoroughly dirty and so infuriating.

Everyone here deserves to die.

Nangong Yi became even more angry, and the wailing and screaming lingered in his ears, making him panic. He slapped the table again, as if this could stop the slaughtering soldiers outside.

He opened his mouth and wanted to yell something, but suddenly his waist and abdomen hurt, and he flew upside down, hitting the wall heavily, his face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

It was Fu An who shot.

The Beijing Vicious Dog stepped forward with a grin.

The masters of the Qing'an Houfu wanted to stop them, but they were blocked by Bai Hu and others. For a while, no one dared to move.

Fu An had a ferocious face, looked at Nangong Yi's unbelievable eyes, walked beside him, and pulled out the long knife at his waist brazenly!

"You! What do you want to do!"

Nangong retreated on the ground with wings and feet, his eyes full of panic.

With a bit of sarcasm and disdain in Fu An's eyes, he put the long knife on Nangong Yi's neck.

A lowly servant, at this moment, the long knife in his hand was placed on the noble neck of the prince.

The humiliation and anger made Nangong Yi's mind go blank. For a moment, he wanted to stand up and kill this daring servant.

However, he doesn't have that strength, nor does he have that courage.

"Ji...Ji Wuchen! You, you really dare to kill me?"

Nangong Yi's voice trembled, and he no longer had the slightest princely demeanor.

He is a prince, but he found that his anger and identity are so ridiculous.

Fu An grinned grimly, raised the long knife in his hand, and slashed down heavily! !
"what!"

Hou Qing'an screamed like crazy, struggling violently all over his body.

After a while, he realized that the long knife had only been cut beside him, and one-third of the blade had sunk into the hard floor.

A foul smell came, and Nangong Yi actually... lost control.

Fu An kicked him like a dead dog in disdain, and said arrogantly: "Master Hou, if you don't want to die, just be quiet. You are not qualified to yell in front of the master."

Lawlessness!Lawlessness!
Nangong Yi was trembling all over, and couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

He never thought that one day, he would be so embarrassed.

As for Ji Wuchen, his eyes were closed from beginning to end, he didn't say a word, let alone look at him.

It seems that all these are just trivial things.

In his mind, this is really just a trivial matter.

If someone angered him, he would just crush him to death... That's all.

I have to say that at this time, he is very similar to a certain dead old pervert.

Nangong Yi closed her eyes in despair.

It turned out that he was nothing without Tianxuanmen.

Outside the hall, the killings had gradually ceased. All the people in the Marquis of Qing'an realized that resistance would only increase casualties, and even if they risked their lives, they would not be able to pose the slightest threat to this group of people.

They began to kneel down and beg for mercy, and began to flee in embarrassment.

Everyone who fled died, only the one kneeling on the ground survived, with the corpse of his companion beside him.

Suddenly a terrified cry came:

"Kill them! Why are you still standing there! Kill them quickly! Protect this son from the world! You go! You all go to die! Death will hold them back!"

This familiar voice was so ear-piercing that the corners of Ji Wuchen's mouth curled up.

Fu An and the others also looked together.

Nangong Yi woke up from the dazed state, struggled to sit up, and looked at Ji Wuchen.

"Ji Wuchen, stop now, the matter can still be redeemed, don't do something irreversible!"

From the violent rampage of the dream team to the arrest of the prince, everything took less than 3 minutes.

In these 3 minutes, the Marquis of Qing'an had killed and injured hundreds of people.

Ji Wuchen's closed eyes finally opened, and the sarcasm in his eyes made Nangong Yi's heart chill to the extreme.

"Irreparable? What to save? Save you? Nangong Yi, you really... treat yourself like something."

He spoke lightly, his tone and words were so contemptuous.

Nangong Yi felt cold in his heart.

Not long after, the flamboyantly dressed prince was bound by a dream team member and dragged along.

His hair was disheveled, his face was terrified, and his clothes were stained with blood.

"Father! Save me! Save me!"

When he saw Nangong Yi, he immediately shouted crazily, with tears and snot flowing from his nose, how could he be half a prince?

Qinglong stepped forward and broke Shizi's leg bone with one kick, causing the latter to scream like a pig.

"Be honest! No one here can save you!"