“Where is it!”

When the spy's voice sounded, the left prime minister, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly stood up!

"If you go back to Zuo Xiang, we will see the murderer who killed Mr. Jin in Biqiong Hotel." The spy took out the monitor from his arms, knelt on the ground, and handed it respectfully: "This is the photos and videos we took. Please check with the king and Zuo Xiang."

"Are you a celebration banquet?" Zuo Xiang walked to the spy, picked up the monitor, and looked at the photo above indifferently.

"Not bad! It's this person!" Not far away, when Cen Zhan saw the man on the screen, his tone was instantly cold.

Forced him to break a finger!

A great shame and humiliation!

"Please make the decision for me!"

thump!

The left minister knelt on the ground.

He has always been calm and found it difficult to remain rational when he endured the pain of losing his son.

"Can you see clearly that it's this person?"

Sikong Zhaixing pointed at the spy and asked, "Is there any mistake?"

"I saw it with my own eyes and it was this person!" The spy replied: "There are photos of this person on the big screen outside the Biqiong Hotel. It is said that the Biqiong Hotel cleared the venue today and only received him."

"Biqiong Hotel is a property of Gusu. After Yan Ruoshuang and Zhou Youdao died, Gusu Yan took over again. It seems that this is a celebration banquet."

Mo Chan put his hands in front of him and spoke calmly: "The other party is arrogant, very arrogant."

"Please take revenge for the North Sea!"

thump!

In the imperial court, the civil servants knelt down neatly.

The left prime minister is the head of civil servants.

Now that the only son of the left prime minister has been killed, they have expressed their opinions one after another.

"This matter is related to my reputation in Beihai. In Xingcheng and on our territory, if the murderer is allowed to provoke him like this, what is the reputation of Beihai?"

The right prime minister walked out of the crowd and stood in the middle of the hall: "I dare to ask the king to send someone to kill this thief!"

"Please kill this thief!"

Behind him, the military officers knelt neatly.

"I want to see what kind of ability this person has." Sikong Zhaixing was also confused, and he could force Cen Zhan to be embarrassed. There were not many people in the world.

That is a long-standing master!

"Who will go?"

He raised his head and looked around below.

"The last general!"

Cen Zhan held the longbow and said coldly: "I am not convinced by the loss, and I want to avenge my previous shame!"

"Liu Guo, Liu Dong, you two brothers, come with Cen Zhan!"

Sikong Zhaixing pointed at the two people below and waved his hands and said, "So quickly and quickly! The Beihai is about to restore the country, and there is no time to waste it on him."

The two brothers Liu Guo and Liu Dong have been famous for a long time and are very famous in Beihai.

"Here!"

The three of them turned around and left.

"Zhu Mai, is there any news?"

After the three left, Sikong Zhaixing looked at Zuo Xiang: "I understand the pain of losing your son, but you still have to preside over the national affairs."

"There is no news about the Zhumai. But according to the agreement, Wen Jingzhu should bring the Shenlong Cauldron to the king tomorrow."

The left prime minister lowered his head and replied in a deep voice.

"Is there any news about Wu'er?"

Sikong Zhaixing mentioned his daughter with a kind smile on his face.

After the failure of the national war that year, Sikong Zhaixing escaped early and came to Xingcheng.

And Sikong Yanwu also resides here.

A few years later, Sikong Zhaixing began to implement the scheduled plan.

Sikong Yanwu returned to China and lurked by Duan Lanlan. With the help of Li Wuxin, he kept getting close to Duan Lanlan and became familiar with Duan Lanlan.

Then, he successfully accompanied Duan Lanlan abroad and returned home again.

During this period, I completely control everything about Duan Lanlan.

Finally, he appeared next to Li Shier as his best friend in Jiangling, trying to induce and understand the current situation of the Holy Lord.

Later, Beihai was preparing to restore the country, and Sikong Yanwu formed a small court in Qingcheng to distract Li Shier from the spotlight.

When Sikong Zhaixing mentioned his daughter, his eyes were full of pride.

"The princess is in good condition, please rest assured!" said the right prime minister with a smile: "If you can be at ease around the Holy Lord, you may not be able to find a second person in the world."

"Luckily, Wu'er's news made me change my strategy and join forces with Wu Yuan." Sikong Zhaixing gently patted the seat with his right hand and said a little melancholy: "Since the Holy Lord cannot be killed, I will simply take down Zuoqiushan and become the new Holy Lord! At that time, we will combine the power of the world and ban him!"

After saying that.

He stood up, looked at Zuo Xiang, and said tiredly: "Once that person dies, I will call you."

...

"Where is the Holy Lord?"

Biqiong Hotel, first floor restaurant.

In the restaurant where there were originally hundreds of people, only two guests, Ji Wuchen and Yun Chengfeng.

But the waiter stood dozens of people.

The manager was busy and sweating profusely.

"Sorry, I don't know any Holy Lord." The manager stood beside Ji Wuchen and replied with a smile.

"Oh, then I'll change my question. Where is Mr. Li who invited me to dinner?"

Ji Wuchen picked up the red wine glass and shook it gently.

Have a drink.

"Mr. Li has something to do, and when he finishes his work, he will naturally meet you." The manager answered truthfully.

"Tell me a message."

Ji Wuchen put down the wine glass, picked up the chopsticks, gently picked up a piece of meat, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

It was delicious.

The top hotel in Xingcheng is well-deserved.

“Just say…”

He thought for a while and put down his chopsticks: "I will not receive any reward without merit. He treats me so kindly, and Ji feels guilty."

"Please rest assured." The manager said with a smile: "Mr. Li said, this is for your help."

"help?"

Not only Ji Wuchen, but also Yun Chengfeng was surprised.

"What are you doing?"

Yun Chengfeng asked vigilantly.

He wanted to check whether the food was poisonous, but he thought of the person sitting in front of him, but the genius medicine god who had been once a thousand years, simply sat back on the chair.

"This... I don't know." The manager smiled and said, "I am only responsible for helping Mr. Li pass the message."

After saying that, he stood back three meters behind Ji Wuchen.

"interesting."

Ji Wuchen shook his head and said a little puzzledly: "Since you come, you can rest assured. Eat!"

He had just picked up the chopsticks and hadn't waited to pick up the food.

A dangerous aura came in an instant!

Bang!

Ji Wuchen grabbed the white paper fan on the table and unfolded it suddenly!

clang!

A sharp arrow was hit by the marble on the ground in the hotel!
To be continued...