General, Madam Called You To Farm

The four tigers tried their best to bite the belt tightly, and supported the weight of the two with their two-year-old bodies.

The golden eagle and the falcon flew in, and each grabbed their belts and pulled them up.

The boy and his companions didn't dare to break in at first, but thinking of the desperate Sihu, they gritted their teeth and came in anyway.

They found that the floor was cracked, a woman's ribbon was sticking out, and the four tigers and two big birds were dragging something up.

Is there really someone down here?

Without asking who it was, the four tigers, the golden eagle, and the falcon all rushed over and grabbed the belt when they were almost exhausted.

The boy's forehead was throbbing with blue veins: "Brother Zhang, go get the rope! This belt is about to break!"

"Good! Good! I'll go find it!"

The gardener of Tianyutang, who is called Brother Zhang, raised those colorful butterflies.

Brother Zhang rushed out, and found a bundle of strong ropes in the nearby woodshed.

He let the rope down.

The palace lord was holding the belt with one hand and Ji Minglou with the other, and couldn't spare any more hands.

Ji Minglou grabbed the rope with a twist of his wrist.

At this moment, the belt snapped!

The palace lord fell suddenly, and the purple clothes bloomed in the dark room, like a purple lotus blooming gorgeously in the night.

Ji Minglou put his arms around her slender waist tightly.

His skin was scorching hot, and through the layers of clothing, it burned the residual heat on her waist.

The palace lord did not speak.

Ji Minglou looked up at the crack above his head, and said seriously, "The key to open the mechanism is in the dark compartment behind the portrait."

It's the hall master's voice!

Several people were startled together.

They never expected that it was their hall master Ji Minglou who was trapped below!

The boy was the first to react: "Hurry up! Go find the key!"

Or Brother Zhang to look for it.

He has the least strength, and the rest are strong, grasping the rope.

But he was a little flustered when he found out that it was the hall master, so Sihu nibbled off the portrait and popped out the hidden frame.

Brother Zhang took a long breath and got the key: "Master, I got it!"

"Take six steps to the right..."

Before Ji Minglou could finish his sentence, the stone slab under Brother Zhang's feet cracked suddenly. Fortunately, the four tigers had quick eyes and quick hands, caught him and jumped forward.

Unfortunately, however, the key fell out of his hand and landed on the bottom winch.

Accompanied by the winch turns slowly.

With each turn, the key slides out a little.

A few more slides and it's time to fall into the winch and be twisted to pieces.

The two cracks are too narrow, let alone people can't get in, even golden eagles and falcons can't squeeze in.

Fortunately, the five tigers caught half of the butterflies and finally remembered their business.

It fluttered its little wings and flew down.

Under the command of the palace master, it easily passed through the crack and picked up the key from the winch.

The two were successfully rescued.

Ji Minglou didn't dare to linger: "This place is about to collapse! Leave quickly!"

Everyone rushed out immediately. As soon as they entered the yard, the attic behind them collapsed, and dust swept in like waves.

"Cough cough cough!"

"Ahem!"

"Ahem!"

The servants coughed and burst into tears.

Ji Minglou protected the Palace Mistress with his body and long sleeves.

The palace lord spent too much energy just now to go out, and his complexion was a little pale at this moment.

Ji Minglou was given cartilage powder by his mother, and even though most of it was vomited out in time, a little bit remained in his body.

"Woo."

The four tigers rubbed their ears against the palace master's face.

The palace lord touched Sihu: "I'm fine, Sihu is injured, does it hurt?"

"What a show."

Suddenly, a joking and cold voice came from not far away.

The palace lord and Ji Minglou looked at each other at the same time.

It was a man in a black robe with a dark face, very strange.

But the five tigers recognized him at a glance.

"Gee!"

He came out of Qianji Pavilion and almost found the male salt of the saint!

There is no doubt that Xia Houyi's minions are there.

The man's left hand is a hook made of black iron, exuding a strong smell of blood.

He sneered and said: "My lord is right, you don't die so easily, that's just right, I will send you off for the last time. The Lord of Baihua Palace and the Lord of Tianyu Hall have fallen, this battle will end soon Woolen cloth."

Ji Minglou waved his palm coldly: "Things that are beyond their control!"

The man's expression remained unchanged, and the moment Ji Minglou approached, he punched him back!

Ji Minglou's arm went numb.

The man hooked his arm with a hook: "Do you think that what your mother gave you is ordinary cartilage powder? My lord has foreseen everything and added something to the medicinal materials she bought in advance. People who are overwhelmed now ……It's you!"

After all, he punched Fei Ji Minglou, breaking several of his ribs!

Ji Minglou fell heavily to the ground.

He didn't even look at it, and looked at Yunshuang who was exhausted with a smile on his face, and showed the iron hook on his left arm: "It's your turn, Palace Master Yun."

-

League of Killers.

Wei Ting walked through the small garden that Bai Lichen mentioned, and he came to the back door of a sleeping hall.

"What's the origin of that guy? Why do you know so much about the Killer League?"

Ling Yun asked.

"You'll find out soon."

Wei Ting said, and jumped into Jiang Guanchao's bedroom with his back on his back.

Ling Yun said: "You have improved a lot in your lightness kung fu."

Wei Ting said without humility: "That's right, it doesn't matter who is behind your back, it's nothing special, the Wei family's number one martial arts genius!"

Ling Yun: "..."

With his back on his back, Wei Ting avoided one patrolling disciple after another.

The beard was too much of a hindrance, and the wind blinded him.

He threw away the beard and the human skin mask.

Wei Ting frowned: "Just now I forgot to ask Bai Lichen which room is Jiang Guanchao's room."

Ling Yun pointed forward: "That room."

Wei Ting expressed doubts: "That room doesn't look domineering at all."

Ling Yun said: "That's right there."

"Okay, let's listen to you once!"

Wei Ting came to the door with him on his back, put Ling Yun down, grabbed the sword hilt at his waist, and kicked open the closed door!

An extremely thick smell of blood mixed with the smell of medicine came to the nostrils.

Wei Ting frowned, and saw Jiang Guanchao sitting on the bed with a stern expression in the dark and cold room, and Steward Chang kneeling on the ground shivering.

And beside Manager Chang, there was a corpse whose throat was sealed with a sword.

Thick blood flowed all over the ground, winding all the way to the soles of Jiang Guanchao's feet.

Chang Guanshi was too frightened to speak.

Wei Ting opened his mouth and walked in calmly.

Jiang Guanchao glanced coldly, and the extremely strong coercion seemed to have substance: "Are you also here to kill me?"

Wei Ting said: "I'm here to save you, but it seems unnecessary."

"snort."

Jiang Guanchao snorted disdainfully, "With this kind of trash, can I move this seat?"

Xia Houyi seldom miscalculated, it can only be said that Jiang Guanchao is too powerful, so powerful that he surpassed Xia Houyi's judgment.

Wei Ting saluted immediately with fists in his hands, and said in a doggy manner, "Uncle Jiang is mighty! Uncle Jiang, do you still need a son?"

Jiang Guanchao: "...!!"

Twelve more.

The length of the finale is beyond my judgment, so I will write it here first, and post it later when I finish writing it.