The air suddenly became tense.

The two dozen black-clad guards who followed Zhong Jiuchou immediately burst out with a frightening momentum. They tightened their reins and turned their horses' heads towards Zong Zhengshen. In an instant, they surrounded the carriage as tightly as an iron barrel.

At the moment when the sword was at stake, Meng De, the coachman, roared loudly and raised his whip into the air. When it landed in front of the carriage, the temperament of the horse-riding whip changed drastically in his hand, becoming like a murderous weapon.

The guards were swept away by Meng De's whip, and their bodies were leaned back on the horse one after another. If there were people watching from above, they would definitely see this moment blooming one after another like a budding lotus.

However, it only took a blink of an eye for the well-trained guard to pull out the knife from his waist, pointing the bright tip of the knife directly at Meng De.

Meng De showed no fear at all and swung out his whip again. The knife in the hand of a guard was almost rolled to the ground by the whip in his hand.

Shaotang was so shocked by the movement that he forgot to cry.

She looked at Meng De, who had a stern expression. Compared with the gentle coachman before, he looked like two different people.

Shaotang's eyes were shining like a tomb robber who had dug up a treasure, and Meng De was like a treasure driver.

In the last days, talents like him, who are both drivers, chefs, and bodyguards, are simply hard to buy.

Why should such a person be loyal to Zong Zhengshen?

She glanced at Zong Zhengshen with slightly jealous eyes.

No, she must find a way to pry Meng De over.

Zong Zhengshen noticed Ran Shaotang staring at him and shifted his attention.

Ran Shaotang didn't want so many people to hit Meng De, so he grabbed Zhong Jiuchou's sleeve and begged: "Uncle, it's a misunderstanding, don't hit him." In front of outsiders, Ran Shaotang still wanted to give Zhong Jiuchou face.

You can't yell "Hey, hey, hey, Zhongjiu, old man Zhong" all at once.

Zhong Jiuchou frowned slightly and raised his hand to signal the guards to stop.

Zong Zhengshen also promptly called a halt.

Both sides put away their weapons.

However, Zong Zhengshen had no intention of settling the matter. He sneered at Ran Shaotang and deliberately cursed: "Little liar, you turn out to be from the Shura Palace? How dare you pretend to know medical skills and use the medicine Wang Zong to trouble you? It's really not the case.

What a good thing."

Ran Shaotang was dumbfounded by Zong Zhengshen's scolding.

No matter how smart she was, for a while, she didn't understand why Zong Zhengshen scolded her like this?

What Shura Palace? Why do you want the Medicine King Sect to do this?

She really didn't understand.

"Zong, are you sick? Why are you scolding me?" He scolded her, but she wouldn't take it seriously, because she didn't care about the attitude of unimportant people at all.

Time flies, and many people are not worth wasting your energy to care about. She only cares about those who care about her.

However, Zong Zhengshen was a bit special.

After all, I spent so much effort and almost lost half my life in exchange for friendship through books.

How can you say that if you fall out, you will fall out? Wouldn’t your previous efforts have been in vain?

She looked at Zhong Jiuchou aggrievedly and anxiously: "Uncle Junior, tell him if I am a disciple of the Medicine King Sect? Did I lie to him?"

Zhong Jiuchou's eyes were obscure and difficult to distinguish, and his handsome face was slightly dull.

Zong Zhengshen was so angry that Ran Shaotang said "surnamed Zong" that he almost fell down. For a moment, he didn't want to argue with a little girl like her about his correct surname. The most important thing was to expose Zhong Jiuchou first.

He pointed at Zhong Jiuchou, and with his outstretched index finger he swept the black-clothed guards on the horses one by one, and asked sternly: "Who doesn't know that Zhong Jiuchou is the young master of Shura Palace? Since you call him Junior Uncle,

Who is that person if he's not from Shura Palace? How dare you deceive me."

Ran Shaotang was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Zhong Jiuchou. His ugly face and silent attitude showed that Zong Zhengshen was not talking nonsense.

She had guessed Zhong Jiuchou's identity a long time ago. Judging from his ability to make people work and his picky attitude when eating, she thought he was kicked out of some big family for not doing their job properly and being ignorant.

Rich playboy.

Or maybe it was an unscrupulous disciple from a certain sect who made a mistake and came to Yaowang Sect to avoid his enemies.

I never expected that he would be the young master of Shura Palace. His status is obviously not low.

But what kind of organization is Shura Palace?

She had really never heard of it in the first life or this life.

At this time, it was noon.

The hot sunlight shines through the leaves and burns on the human body, and even the wind has a dry and sticky feel.

Zhong Jiuchou's whole body was exuding a chilling air, like a living version of a thousand-year glacier.

He had dealt with Zong Zhengshen.

Zong Zhengshen wanted to buy a life from Shura Palace, so the two of them met for the purpose of the transaction.

When Zhong Jiuchou first saw Zong Zhengshen, he originally thought that he would not expose his identity.

After all, he was the one who paid for other people’s lives?

Could it be that he, the dignified third prince of Zhou Rao Kingdom, was not afraid of being known about his shameful deeds?

Unexpectedly, Zong Zhengshen did not follow the routine. Not only did he not avoid suspicion, he also took the initiative to reveal his identity.

This made Zhong Jiuchou very unhappy. He didn't want Ran Shaotang to know his true identity. Especially in this situation, he knew it passively.

Seeing Ran Shaotang's flash of light at this moment and his cunning and bright eyes, he knew that this little guy must be thinking of something else.

She blinked and asked Zhong Jiuchou: "Is what Zong Zhengshen said true? Are you the young master of Shura Palace?"

In the end, Jiuchou had to admit it under the watchful eye of Zong Zhengshen, who was waiting for a good show.

"yes."

Ran Shaotang lowered his head, thought for a moment and suddenly raised his head and accused: "You are simply abominable. You dare to do two things at once, not be dedicated to your emotions, and use two things. I told Master to go."

Zhong Jiuchou:......

Zong Zhengshen:......

Everyone present:......

Everyone silently felt that these words were obviously a special word to accuse a lover of being unfaithful. How come it came from her mouth without any sense of violation.

Zhong Jiuchou knocked hard on her bandaged head: "Master knows, don't use your words."

Ran Shaotang suddenly felt that her wishful thinking had failed, and she felt as sad as if someone had taken away her treasure. She thought she had found a big bargain and could use Zhong Jiuchou's secret to counter him. It seemed that this guy was more powerful than she thought.

cunning.

Not being able to threaten Zhongjiuchu, Ran Shaotang covered the Baihui acupoint that hurt from his tapping, and asked shamelessly: "Young Master Zhong, what does Shura Palace do for a living?"

She was trapped in the back house in her last life, and if her brother didn't mention anything about the world, she wouldn't know anything about it.

The guards on horseback were blushing at this question.

Who doesn’t know Shura Palace’s famous name in the world?

Just by naming the number, no one dared to show up within ten miles. They all found a place to hide for fear of being killed.

"Where Shura goes, not a blade of grass grows." Zong Zhengshen read out a rural proverb appropriately.

Ran Shaotang instantly imagined the scene of locusts crossing the border in the last days.

She extended her index finger with her little hand and pointed at Zhong Jiuchou: "Are you robbers? Grass bandits who dominate the mountains and become kings? This, this, this..."

As smart as she is, she still understands the metaphor of the saying "no blade of grass can grow". Wherever the bandits and robbers go, they lose all their money, and even worse, no one is left alive. Isn't it just that no blade of grass can grow!

All the Shura's faces showed a cold light: ...If this little boy was not the one the young master wanted to save, they would kill him with a knife even if they had no money to take him.

Zong Zhengshen almost laughed out loud when he heard the word "grass bandit".

Zhong Jiuchou couldn't bear it anymore: "Don't talk nonsense." If the palace master heard this, her ten lives would not be enough to compensate.

Ran Shaotang muttered unconvinced: "I'm not lying, so tell me."

Before Zhong Jiuchou could speak, Zong Zhengshen replied quietly from the side: "Shuluo Palace is the largest and most powerful assassination organization in the Kyushu Continent. How come Zhong Jiuchou, the second leader of the organization, became your junior uncle?

You'd better be careful with your life."
Chapter completed!