The lady is reborn? The crazy villain kisses her forcefully and won't let go!

There are many dignitaries in the imperial court and various well-known people in the martial arts world, all of whom love this place very much.

Mu Luan had heard this name from Jun Zhao in her previous life. The name alone carried a suffocating and decaying aura.

What left a deep impression on me about this name later was the massacre of humans and beasts in Youming Inn.

Almost half of the military forces in the capital were affected.

Unfortunately, Youming Inn has been raising ferocious beasts for a long time, and it is not so easy to tame the beasts once they escape from the cage.

In the end, it was the continuous thunder that quelled the brutal massacre.

When the thunderclap sounded, almost the entire capital city trembled. The Youming Inn was razed to the ground in an instant, and the dust covered the area within a radius of hundreds of miles.

In the filthy and corrupt land that had existed for a hundred years, the living and the dead were buried forever underground overnight.

At that time, Mu Luan was in the Regent's Palace. When he looked up, he could see the flying sand and dust in the sky. He couldn't help but tremble with heart, thinking that it was the result of natural weather.

After all, Youming Inn is a dangerous place. Yunhe saw that Mu Luan didn't say anything and thought she was afraid.

He cupped his hands and suggested, "Miss, I will go check it out."

After all, she is a girl living in seclusion, how can she not be afraid of such a terrifying dark cage.

"Wait a minute."

Mu Luan saw Yun He's thoughts and didn't say much. If it were in her previous life, she would not dare to enter this place of tigers and wolves.

After her rebirth, the matter concerns the life and death of the General's Mansion, so she has to be cautious.

Mu Luan lowered the curtains, bent down and got out of the car, pulled her moon-white cloak tightly around her body, and said calmly, "Let's go."

Yun He was a little surprised, but only for a moment, then he waved his hand behind him and ordered, "Follow me."

The group then chased towards the alley where Qiao Yuanan disappeared.

Soon we passed by a tall attic embedded in the mountain.

Under the attic is a stone door about three meters high with animal heads and silver rings.

The stone door was heavy, but one could still faintly hear a low roar, which made one feel numb both physically and mentally.

Mu Luan glanced at the tightly closed stone door, feeling confused.

What kind of majestic and ferocious animal would need to be imprisoned behind such a heavy stone door?

Yunhe lit the lantern he had prepared in advance, and the hazy orange-yellow flames jumped, rising vaguely in Mu Luan's bright eyes.

There are two roads on the left and right of the stone gate. Yunhe led Mu Luan straight to the street on the right side of the stone gate.

The streets were deserted, gloomy and dark, without a trace of worldly life.

Along the way, I found that the so-called Youming Inn is really mainly an inn.

There are two red lanterns lit in front of each inn, illuminating the small space in front of the door.

From a distance, they looked like two eyeballs, exuding a strange aura, and did not look like they were ready to receive guests.

As there were few pedestrians, Mu Luan and the others could only keep their distance for fear of being discovered by Qiao Yuanan.

He waited until Qiao Yuanan turned a corner before hurriedly following him.

But when she turned the corner, Mu Luan's eyes widened and she was surprised for a moment.

The road was obviously much brighter, and it was as bright as day in the distance.

There were also a lot more pedestrians, as if they appeared out of thin air.

Qiao Yuanan walked through it and was about to disappear.

Mu Luan became anxious and quickened his pace.

She was petite and was so focused on staring at the blue ribbon on Qiao Yuanan's head that she didn't notice that Yun He was separated by a distance from the crowd.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly jumped out, and the tall figure instantly blocked Mu Luan's sight.

Due to inertia, the two bodies collided with each other without warning.

A large hand suddenly grabbed her arm.

"Well!"

His arm was pulled so hard that it hurt. Mu Luan cried out softly, blinked his panicked eyes, and looked up.

The person in front of him also glanced down, and as he looked up and down, his pink and white lips just brushed against each other's cheeks.

Mu Luan didn't see who was coming and thought she had bumped into him, so she blurted out, "Sorry..."

However, before he could finish his words, his voice seemed to be strangled by a big hand.

The long-lost fear suddenly surged up from the depths of my heart, and the word "Prince" almost came out of my mouth.

Standing in front of me was a man in black tights, with a tall and straight figure like a bamboo.

Although his clothes were a little worn and his face was stained, his facial features were very handsome.

Wasn't his face ruined? How could...

The man felt cold all over, his dark eyes drooped slightly, and he looked at the woman who was standing motionless in his arms with displeasure.

The moment their eyes met, the coldness in those eyes made Mu Luan shudder instinctively, but she couldn't suppress the resentment and anger in her eyes.

She seemed to still hear the man's sinister voice pinching her wrist bone and saying with interest that he wanted to break the soul nail.

"Don't run! Stop right there, you little bastard! I'll break your legs if I catch you!"

Behind the man came bursts of shouting and screaming.

He let go of the woman's arm, glanced at her slightly red eyes with a cold look, turned sideways, and ran forward quickly.

When Yunhe got close to Mu Luan, the man had already run away.

Not far away, a group of burly men holding wooden sticks were approaching quickly.

Yunhe hurriedly stepped forward to help Mu Luan and moved to the side of the road.

Mu Luan only realized her legs and feet were going weak after the man walked away.

He could only support Yunhe's wristband with one hand and try his best to regulate his breathing.

That person... is Jun Zhao?

But that half of the handsome face has been deeply imprinted in her mind. Are there really two people in this world who look so similar?

Will not!

Mu Luan bit her lips. She was very familiar with the scent of him. She could never forget the feeling of oppression that penetrated deep into her bones.

He is Jun Zhao of this life.

At this moment, a manic voice rang in my ears again, "You dare to run, I will beat you to death!"

Soon there was the dull sound of sticks hitting flesh.

The incident happened suddenly and the other party had a large number of people, so the people watching around unconsciously made way.

Yunhe considered Mu Luan's safety and stood up to protect her.

The guards around him also gathered around him, holding their knives and standing alert.

Mu Luan pushed Yun He away and looked through the crowd of people.

The man who had clearly run far away just now, now had his hands tied like a dead dog, and was dragged forward kicking and hitting his chest.

His brows were slightly frowned and his expression could not be seen clearly.

The torn parts of his robe were wet, and with every step he took, drops of bright red blood dripped.

Mu Luan frowned slightly.

He was seriously injured!

When the rough man in the lead swung the long stick in his hand and hit the man's back again, he seemed unable to bear it and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

For a moment, Mu Luan's eyes were stung by the bright red.

Bright red blood flowed down the corners of his pale mouth, and his body fell forward heavily under the heavy blow.

But those people didn't seem to intend to let him go.

Seeing him fall, the excitement in their eyes became more intense. They surrounded him and kicked him hard again.

He kept on cursing, "The noble man is showing you respect by liking you, but you are so ignorant. Just wait to be eaten as meat..."

The man curled up his body and let them kick and beat him to vent their anger, without any chance to fight back.

It was just that the pale knuckles were tightly clasping the flesh of the palm, and there was a gloom in the eyes that no one else could see.