Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

"You and her, leave your life here!"

Zihu suddenly raised his head, looked at the heavy snow, and muttered something. Suddenly, the flute on his waist flew out and automatically floated beside Zihu's mouth. A strange flute sound suddenly sounded, and the black-clothed men hiding in the dark piles seemed to have received an order, and they rushed out in full force and killed Leng Ming.

The wolf-faced people on both sides of the wedding table were still shocked that their owner was defeated in one move and was abused so miserably.

Their owner had always been mysterious and high up. Even the snow wolves on the snowy mountains could be easily subdued by him. How could he be defeated like this?

Suddenly someone shouted: "Anyone who bullies me and secretly plots against the owner of the manor will be killed without mercy."

"Kill without mercy..."

"kill……"

The wolf-faced man came to his senses instantly, took out his long knife, and rushed towards Leng Ming and Yang Susu.

The sound of killing on Xianzhou Mountain resounded through the night sky.

Yang Susu huddled in Leng Ming's embrace. The wounds on her body from being bitten by the snow wolf had not yet been treated, and the pain was becoming more and more obvious. Moreover, her head was a little dizzy at the moment, but this familiar embrace was too warm and gentle, which made her feel at ease.

Her eyelids could no longer hold up, and in her daze, it seemed as if the voice coming from above her head was three times colder than the cold snow, and she couldn't help but shrink back again.

"Kill them all, leaving no one alive."

Leng Ming spoke in a very soft voice, fearing to frighten the weak person in his arms.

As soon as he finished speaking, ten people in dark clothes descended from the sky. On their shoulders, a golden red spider lily was vivid and dazzling. Their figures were as mysterious and unpredictable as shadows, illusory and ghostly.

Wuyinglou is a mysterious assassin organization in the underworld. No one knows how this organization came into being, but when they mention Wuyinglou, they will be terrified. The Zuo Gang in the underworld was destroyed by Wuyinglou.

The Wuying Tower is a secretive group that is hard to spot. They are not numerous, but all of them are very skilled. They all wear dark clothes, and the golden red spider lilies on their shoulders can instantly confuse the enemy's mind when they kill people.

In the underworld, the assassins of Wuyinglou are called Dark Shadows. If Wuyinglou accepts the business and receives the money, there is nothing they cannot accomplish.

But if they don't accept the business, no matter how much money you pay, it will be useless.

As for Leng Ming, the owner of Wuying Building, very few people have seen him. All they know is that he is dressed in black, has a half-demon mask, can turn air into silk, and has unfathomable martial arts skills. When destroying the Zuo Gang, more than half of the people were killed by Leng Ming, the owner of the building.

The shadows shuttled between the men in black and the wolf-faced men, with strange skills and fierce movements, and every move was fatal.

To outsiders, the hidden masters who were so numerous were being slaughtered by Wuyinglou like cutting vegetables.

Watching the bodies fall one after another, the white snow on the dark pile was stained with blood. The purple fox tied in the air had bloodshot eyes and a burning rage in his chest. The anger in his heart turned into the sound of a flute, which suddenly became harsh and unbearable.

Leng Ming quickly covered Yang Susu's ears in his arms. When the black-clothed men who were trying to kill countless secret agents heard the piercing sound of the flute, their pupils instantly dilated and their martial arts skills increased dramatically, and they were able to fight the shadow for a few moves.

Leng Ming looked up at the angry purple fox who was like a lion, and slightly hooked his finger. The cold air in the air instantly turned into cold threads, breaking the floating flute into powder.

Leng Ming glanced at Zihu indifferently, and clenched his five fingers slightly. Suddenly, thousands of snowflakes stopped in the air, like sharp knives. He opened his lips and said, "Snow - Burial"