Boss, She is Unparalleled

   Chapter 1305 The turn of the total angle (41)

   Hearing the extravagant music coming from the room, Jiang Yuqi's eyes narrowed slightly.

  Jiang Yu used a magic technique, clearly passed the soldiers guarding the door, and walked into the house.

  The scene in the house can be described as a wine pond and a meat forest.

   Jiang Yu stopped at the door in disgust and looked at Hengqiao, which was thrown on the central ground.

   At the top sits Zhuo Dian, who is five in size and three in thickness, hugging from side to side, and is being fed grapes by a beauty covered in tulle.

   "Is this the son of King Da Ruike?" Zhuo Dian pushed away the beauty in his arms, stood up with a tiger-backed body, and strode down, "He looks pretty good."

   "Prince, what do you want to do with him?" asked the big man who brought Hengqiao in earlier.

   Zhuodian raised his hand to stop the music and waved away the musician and dancer.

   There are only Zhuodian and Dahan left in the spacious and luxurious house.

   "How to deal with it?" Zhuo Dian squatted in front of Hengqiao, "Why don't you pay it in the account?"

   Jiang Yu tilted his head, tired of living?

   He turned his wrist, and a sword with a red glow appeared in his hand.

   simultaneously appeared.

   Zhuodian looked up and said in surprise, "Who are you?" When he touched Jiang Yuyanyan's face, he stopped the big man from going forward, "Are you here to save this kid?"

  Jiang Yu's eyes were dark and cold, revealing a coldness, like a bottomless pool, and he was crushed to death by accident.

   "I am here to take your life."

   A wind blade with a red glow was thrown out by Jiang Yu, and the sword was out of his hand at the same time.

   The rows of burning candles on both sides of the room shook slightly, and returned to their original appearance in just an instant.

  Looking at Zhuodian and Dahan again, the former was twisted into a puddle of flesh by the wind blade, and the latter was stabbed in the opposite direction by the sword.

The    sword passed through the body of the big man, sank into the flesh and thick muscle fat, and broke open layer by layer, and the sword hilt, which was engraved with intricate lines, pierced out of the big man's body.

   When the big man's eyes were bigger than copper bells, he fell with a bang, and the sword brush flew towards Jiang Yu, as if he wanted to rub against Jiang Yu.

   Before he touched Jiang Yu, he was thrown by Jiang Yu and flew out.

  Fortunately, I braked in time to avoid hitting the wall.

   "It's dirty, stay away from Lao Tzu."

The    sword body trembled, as if very aggrieved.

  The red light flashed, the sword disappeared, and a blood butterfly flapped its wings and came to Jiang Yu.

   "There are a few people outside, it's yours."

  Blood Butterfly was no longer wronged, and flew towards the door.

   noticed that something was wrong in the room, the soldier at the door pushed open the door and came in, only to see the body of the big man and a pool of meat mud.

   Before they could make a sound, they suddenly seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, their eyeballs bulged, the sword in their hands fell on the thick carpet, and they scratched their throats with their hands in fear.

   "Hohohoho"

   In just an instant, those people fell to the ground.

   There was a night wind blowing in from outside the door, and the bodies of those few people seemed to be weathered in an instant, turned into dust, and drifted away with the wind.

  Jiang Yu stepped on a slow pace, bypassing the pile of unrecognizable flesh mud and the body like a big Han Xiaoshan, and came to Hengqiao.

   After staying at the border gate for eight years, Hengqiao is now twenty years old.

  In ancient times, it was the year of the weak crown, but because I couldn't go back at the border, even the crown ceremony could not be held.

   A few years of hard and rough life at the border have turned the originally fine-skinned and tender little son a little darker and turned into a healthy and masculine bronze.

The    man closed his eyes, and the long crow-feather eyelashes cast a light shadow on his lower eyelids.

   (end of this chapter)