Painting the Ruthless Tyrant of the Rivers and Lakes

"Is there any difference?" Luna asked.

"Of course it's different."

"Then just pretend that I asked the question myself." Luna paused before saying.

Zhu Youwen laughed loudly, "Interesting, neither the King of Qin nor Yin Yang's family, very interesting."

"You haven't answered my question yet." Luna asked again.

After a pause, Zhu Youwen looked at the other party, and slowly said: "It's useless to keep Ye Mingzhu in my hands, so I gave it away naturally."

Originally, there was not much power of the Canglong left in the Ye Mingzhu, and he still had better ones. Wouldn't it be wonderful to send the Ye Mingzhu out to deceive people.

From Luna's actions and his preliminary temptation, it can be seen that the Yinyang family is by no means monolithic, but each other is fighting against each other, but on the surface they are united.

"It's useless?" Luna's eyes narrowed. There were too many hidden meanings in this sentence. She felt that Zhu Youwen was very mysterious and hard to see through.

However, there are quite a few people she can't see through, including King Qin, Gai Nie, and perhaps only the Eastern Emperor Tai, who can clarify what's inside.

"With such a domineering strength of yours, you are willing to be used by Hu Hai. What exactly do you want to do in Xianyang?" Luna asked again.

Zhu Youwen waved his hands impatiently, and said, "You always ask me, so why do I have to answer you?"

"This..." Yueshen was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect Zhu Youwen to say such a thing, no one had dared to speak to her like this before, even King Qin respected her a lot.

On the contrary, it was this man, his eyes were full of profanity and obscenity when he looked at her, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Moon God snorted coldly, "You don't need to answer, but if I pass this word to King Qin's ears, what will he think?"

She had already said in front of King Qin before that Qianlong should not be used, but although King Qin sent additional people to monitor Zhu Youwen, he obviously had no intention of getting rid of him.

Only then did Luna appear in person, wanting to test the truth.

Zhu Youwen was very unhappy, and sneered: "Your trick is really cheap, hum!"

"Cheap? You say I'm cheap? I'm courting death!" Moon God's face was as cold as ice, his delicate body trembling with anger, and he attacked with a palm piercing through the air.

"Let me test your strength." Zhu Youwen said right away as soon as he drank.

With a bang, he made a reckless move with Luna, and suddenly his expression changed, as if his palm had hit the air, and the "Moon" in front of him instantly disappeared with the wind.

"No, it's a phantom." He was startled.

At the same time, the entity of the Moon God appeared from beside him, and he slapped Zhu Youwen on the back, "Hun Xi Long You."

"Shield of true qi!" Zhu Youwen used all his internal energy to prop up the golden shield, and forcibly blocked the soul-calling Xi Longyou.

But the whole person was also thrown ten meters away by the shock and fell to the ground.

"What a pure internal force." Luna was also surprised.

"Stinky bitch, if you have the guts, fight again for three hundred rounds." Zhu Youwen roared, and rushed over again, stabbing the moon god with two fingers of his right hand like a sword.

Luna smiled coldly, stepped back, floated into the mid-air far away, and disappeared before his eyes in an instant.

Zhu Youwen kicked off the ground, jumped more than ten meters high, and punched out with a loud crash, like a shattered mirror.

"What a weird method, the Yinyang family is really powerful."

After standing there watching for a while, Zhu Youwen went back to Bizhu Villa.

In Xianyang city, it was full of blood and rain at the moment. Ever since King Qin gave the order, thousands of people from Lord Changping's family and those involved were all ordered to be beheaded before execution.

At the entrance of the vegetable market in the west city of Xianyang, after the supervisor read out the crime of conspiracy against Lord Changping, he directly copied and beheaded.

Thousands of people were beheaded for three days and two nights. Even the ground was stained red. Everyone felt King Qin's anger, and no one dared to say a single extra word.

Even Fusu, who was closest to Mr. Changping in the past, could only hide in the room and sigh.

"General Meng, what should I do?" Fusu sighed.

Meng Tian's expression was gloomy, his eyes were cold, and he said: "My lord, you must calm down, don't get involved in Mr. Changping's rebellion."

Fusu sighed, and said, "Why don't I know? But this breath is really hard to swallow."

Meng Tian also felt the same way. Taking advantage of this incident, Hu Hai secretly suppressed Fusu's henchmen. Some people, even though they did not have much contact with Mr. Changping, were implicated and interrogated just because they were Fusu's people. After the incident, he didn't even dare to say a word.

If the impression in Qin Wang's mind is bad, then it is really a small loss.

"Mr. Changping deserves to be executed for his own fault. Treason is a serious crime, but Young Master was almost implicated in it. It is too dangerous." Meng Tian persuaded.

Fusu's eyes were gloomy, and he said angrily: "Damn it, it's all Zhu Youwen's fault. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be in such a mess."

Meng Tian's expression became even more ugly, thinking that he was very optimistic about Zhu Youwen at the beginning, and even wanted to win him over at one point, and entered Fusu's camp, but he didn't expect it to backfire.

"With Zhu Youwen here, Hu Hai has a lot of help. Can the general find a way to get rid of him?" Fusu's eyes were full of murderous intent.

"This..." Meng Tian was speechless for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, more than half a month passed, and the matter of Lord Changping's treason gradually subsided, but the storm in the future was already brewing.

Zhu Youwen spent the past half month comfortably. Every day in Bizhu Villa, sleeping and playing with women and then practicing sword, life is also very happy, no one bothers him so uncomfortable.

Chapter 132 The Assassin Wins Seven (Subscribe)

The night was dark and the wind was high, and the Bizhu Villa was also in a state of peace and tranquility.

"You trapped me here, but I would rather die than submit, so what's the point?" Inside the room, Yan Lingji said with a sad expression.