"It's over (liao), it's over..."

Yang Yanzhang on the third floor looked at Zhou Qi and Xue Wanjun who were fighting in the sky, and couldn't help but shake his head, "Xue Wanjun was stopped, Zihui's only life is gone, he is dead this time."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at a young man wearing a black collar and short-striped man who appeared behind him at some point, and asked, "Lu Song, can you do it if you go?"

"Then you can't specify it!"

Lu Song's head shook like a rattle, "Young Master, if I am wrong, you can punish me, so you won't let me go up and die, right?"

"These two of them are both in the vague state. Don't look at their tepid fighting. If I were to get on, you could collect my body with just one sword."

"Stop talking nonsense, I didn't let you interfere in the battlefield above."

Yang Yanzhang rolled his eyes and glanced at Lu Song, "Caiqihai Realm wants to intervene in the battle in Youzhao Realm. Why don't you go to heaven?"

"What I said is to ask you to beat Chen Ying and rescue Zihui. As long as he is sent to the Ministry of Justice or Tianjing Wei, his life will be saved."

"Oh, that's fine."

Hearing Yang Yanzhang say that he was not asking him to deal with Zhou Qi, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't worry, young master, below the Qihai realm, one fights one, two fights one pair, I'll go and rescue Mr. Du."

"Why……"

Seeing that Lu Song was about to jump directly from the window, Li Cunzhi hurriedly grabbed him, "Brother Lu Song, don't be impulsive."

"Mo Zizai still has thirty thousand-jun crossbows. They dare not shoot Xue Wanche, and they dare not shoot you. Didn't you even see the people from Tianjingwei dare to lean forward?"

"Um?"

Lu Song was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked at Yang Yanzhang resentfully, "Young Master, you cheated me again."

"You are troublesome."

Yang Yanzhang glared at Li Cunzhi in dissatisfaction and said in a bad tone: "Wouldn't it be better to let him go directly? That way you can eat two seats."

“…”

Li Cunzhi looked at Yang Yanzhang speechlessly, "Brother Yanzhang, Lu Song is your guard. Even if something happens, the banquet will have to be held by your family."

"Hmm? Is that true?"

Yang Yanzhang obviously didn't understand this knowledge and said with a little regret: "Then forget it, Lu Song, you should stop dying first. When will I expel you from the Yang family, you will die again."

"Let's go to Zihui's table for two days first. Let's agree first. I want to sit at the child's table, so don't snatch it with me."

"Brother Yan Zhang, stop making trouble."

Li Cunzhi was a little helpless, "Is Brother Zihui really helpless?"

"This King Zizai is determined to want him to die, who can save him?"

Yang Yanzhang nodded, "I have no friendship with him, so I can't sacrifice my life to save him."

"Oh well."

Li Cunzhi, who is quite familiar with Yang Yanzhang, understood what Yang Yanzhang meant. He could save him, but the cost was very high and there was no need.

"It was such a big deal that I had just entered the city. This is not a master who can be sent by a Void King."

Looking at Mo Zizai sitting in the elephant, Yang Yanzhang subconsciously tapped the table. He and Du Zihui were just friends on the surface and could not have any friendship at all.

The reason why the Tianjing Guard rescued Du Zihui was just trying to stabilize the situation. Now it seems that this situation is no longer something he can stabilize.

"Mushing the water is a good move, but aren't you afraid of pulling out the water monster? Or do you have the trump card left by the late emperor in your hand?"

...

Just as Yang Yanzhang was staring at Mo Zizai, the battle between Chen Ying and Du Zihui was also at a critical moment.

Du Zihui, who was originally not as strong as Chen Ying, has now been nullified. If the iron fan was not in his hand and he had been using both sides to lose money, he would have died long ago at Chen Ying's hands.

However, after all, the left hand is not as flexible as the right hand. After Du Zihui struggled to withstand for a while, Chen Ying finally grabbed a flaw and directly pressed his left wrist, then smashed it violently at his elbow joint. Du Zihui's left arm suddenly bent into a strange shape.

"Ah~" Du Zihui screamed in pain as his left arm was broken.

After Chen Ying broke Du Zihui's arm, he directly pressed the back of his neck. He wanted to capture Du Zihui alive, but the light of his eyes suddenly glanced at Mo Zizai and raised his hand gently.

This raised his hand and scared Chen Ying's white hair sweat. He had no time to think, and subconsciously used force on his hands and directly pinched Du Zihui's neck.

"Crack~"

With a crisp sound, Du Zihui's unwilling eyes gradually dimmed.

Chen Ying threw Du Zihui's body on the ground, turned around and looked at Mo Zizai's slowly lowered hand, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Because Mo Zizai raised his hand just now was signaling the action of firing the Qianjun crossbow. If he really captured Du Zihui alive, then there might not be only Du Zihui who died. I am afraid that even he would have to be shot into a hedgehog together.

"Your Highness, I have already solved this person who trespassed the king's carriage."

Chen Ying, who knew that he had escaped, felt a little relieved, and at the same time, he was also a little scared. His Highness seemed to be becoming more and more violent now.

"Just solve it."

Mo Zizai looked at Du Zihui's body and felt a little touched. It was different when he traveled through time to become a prince. He killed Shangshu's son when he came up. It was really high-end, elegant and upscale.

After feeling moved, Mo Zizai turned his gaze to Chen Ying and asked curiously: "Chen Ying, I really want to know, if someone as slick as you are taken by someone, then he will cooperate with others to assassinate me?"

"Your Highness, I don't have any servants."

Chen Ying was so scared that he knelt down with a thud, and his head was like pounding garlic, and he kept shouting for justice, "Your Highness, I don't dare to assassinate you with ten thousand courage."

"Okay, stand up."

Mo Zizai frowned slightly and shouted softly, "If you have something to say, what are you going to do?"

"I don't like playing puzzles, nor do I feel like going around in circles."

Looking at Chen Ying who stood up tremblingly, Mo Zizai said directly: "If you dare to say no, I will let you die here immediately or not."

"Tell me, what is the handle you have been taken? As long as it is not an unforgivable sin, I will solve it for you."

"This...this..."

Chen Ying stuttered for a long time, and finally saw that Mo Zizai was a little impatient, then he said with a thorn in the air: "I have dealt with some things you don't want in your warehouse."

"Stop farting. Which one in my treasure house is not a treasure? It will cost at least a few hundred taels of taels to take out any one, and you can deal with it."

He would steal the sale if he was stolen. He was very good at talking. Mo Zizai didn't bother him and asked, "Tell me, how much did he sell?"

Chen Ying's hand shook slightly, and he stretched out one hand timidly, comparing an "eight".

“Eight? Eight pieces?”

Seeing that Chen Ying was not speaking, Mo Zizai nodded slightly, "Yes, the eight pieces are indeed a bit short, and it is not worth your life."

"That's eighty pieces?"

Seeing that Chen Ying was not saying a word, Mo Zizai was a little stunned, "How much is that? It can't be eight hundred pieces, right? There aren't 800 pieces in the warehouse."

Chen Ying lowered his head, not even dared to raise his head, and whispered: "80%...80%."

"80%?"
Chapter completed!