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Chapter 129: Pearl Charm, 8 Delicate

Mu Feng waited quietly. The murderous aura around him was thick, except for the incomparable silence in the hall. When a storm was about to come, the lake was always the calmest.

At this time, the hall was completely blocked off, all doors and windows were closed, and there was silence all around. Only scattered moonlight was left on the ground, forming stars.

Mu Feng was the only one left in the house. Everyone had evacuated. Mu Feng's face was calm. Unconsciously, there was a pot of hot tea beside him. The tea was steaming, adding a touch of warmth to the surroundings.

At this time, eight shadows were gradually approaching and surrounding Mu Feng from all directions. It seemed that they had searched all the rooms and even the dark rooms. This was the last place to search.

Likewise, after years of killing, Ba Linglong sensed a hint of human popularity.

Mu Feng was calm and thought to himself, "Here it comes."

"Ba Linglong, Hei Bai Xuan Jian, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

The door of the hall was slowly pushed open, and eight figures all came to the front. Their postures were different, but the murderous aura they exuded was raging wildly.

Under the moonlight, a figure walked in, with heavy footsteps and a strange look.

Ba Linglong Zhenhou, Cheng Jiao, is Ying Zheng's half-brother and the only brother that Ying Zheng recognizes in his heart. However, he did not expect that Cheng Jiao would eventually betray Ying Zheng. This was the first scar in Ying Zheng's heart.

Mu Feng sat at the table with a calm expression: "Shadow is inseparable from form, shadow is inseparable from form, unpredictable and versatile."

Cheng Jiao looked relaxed and came to Mu Feng: "As expected, this place has been completely controlled and all aid routes have been cut off. You are isolated and helpless. Hand over the person obediently."

Cheng Jiao's face was grim, and when she spoke of Ying Zheng, she was full of murderous intent.

Mu Feng sat upright, looking calm. Under the bright moonlight, he looked like a banished immortal. He picked up the teapot that had been placed on the table, poured a cup of tea, and said with a smile, "A guest is a guest. It would be rude not to have tea."

"Guests may wish to sit down and enjoy a cup of tea first."

Cheng Jiao walked over slowly and sat opposite Mu Feng, with a cold expression: "Hand over Ying Zheng, or die."

Mu Feng pushed a cup of tea to Cheng Jiao, not afraid, and chuckled, "Why is the high and mighty prince of Qin willing to become a killer? Isn't this beneath his status?"

Cheng Jiao looked at the tea on the table and was shocked: "Xue Ding Yin Shuai, you..."

Mu Feng smiled strangely: "It seems that the guest recognizes this tea and is very familiar with it."

"You can see the way Master Shang holds the sword. Likewise, you have exposed yourself. Only you know how Master Shang holds the sword, and you have traced it here."

"Secrets are mutual. You knew Master Shang's secret, and the tea you left behind also exposed your identity."

"Changan Jun, Cheng Jiao."

Cheng Jiao had a hint of anger, but he quickly suppressed it and said coldly: "Master Shang, if you are not as good as the Emperor of Heaven, you will be like a flowing spring, and you will not perish without sinking."

"He has always been conceited, just like he treated me. I fought for him in the six kingdoms, but he wanted to bury me in the earth."

"So, he must die."

Mu Feng smiled slightly, knowing that he had aroused Cheng Jiao's anger: "The anger of the dead will continue to burn in the world."

"Cheng Jiao was very much loved by King Zhuangxiang when she was twelve years old. She was given the title of Duke and Lord Chang'an, and was awarded a jade ring. Cheng Jiao loved it very much and was reluctant to throw it away until her death."

"Chang'an Jun Cheng Jiao, King Ying Zheng of Qin personally ordered Cheng Jiao to attack Zhao. Cheng Jiao had ulterior motives and betrayed Qin a year ago and fled to Zhao. Later, Luo Wang ordered her to be killed in Zhao."

"That is to say, Chang'an Jun Chengjiao died a year ago, and you no longer exist in this world."

Cheng Jiao slammed the table and stood up, looking very angry: "What did you say, I'm already dead?"

Mu Feng continued: "Are you here for revenge this time? Or do you think you are here for revenge? You are a pathetic creature who doesn't even know that you are dead."

Cheng Jiao was covered in black energy and fell into confusion. She said angrily: "I don't have time to argue with you. Hand over Ying Zheng, otherwise, we will all die."

Mu Feng remained calm and composed, took a sip of tea, and said calmly, "When the hunter falls into anger, he will fall into the trap of his prey."

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In the Han Palace, King Han An was rushing over.

Wei Zhuang was domineering and decisive in killing people on the streets of Xinzheng, South Korea.

All the birds were annihilated, and the black crows and white phoenixes were terrified.

On the contrary, Han Fei is now extremely anxious, panic-stricken, and his mind is in a mess. The woman behind him is really going to eat him.

Han Fei was still trying to open the door with an anxious look on his face. However, the door, which could be opened easily, could not be opened at all. It was very strange.

The cabinet was opened, and a large bed was facing the cabinet. The bed was large and soft, surrounded by pink curtains that fluttered in the wind. Madam Mingzhu stood seductively in front of the bed, her alluring figure exposed.

It was no wonder that Han Fei didn't even dare to take a look at such a tempting place.

Mrs. Mingzhu was wearing a black lace dress, half covered and half exposed, looking ready to burst out, with a smile on her lips, eyes like water, a beautiful face with a slight blush on her face, and the purple lace set off her perfect body proportions, voluptuous figure, and slender legs.

With every frown and smile, the black lace appears and disappears as she walks, and her curvy figure is amazing. The charm of a mature woman is constantly radiating, just like a bottle of old wine, giving off an alluring aroma.

I see how charming the green mountains are, and the green mountains should see me as such.

Madam Mingzhu walked towards me with graceful steps, the black lace slipped from her smooth shoulders, revealing her fair and delicate skin. She looked charming and smiled: "You think you are smart, but you have offended someone you can't afford to offend."

Han Fei's expression began to calm down, and he began to recall and analyze secretly: "The road I just walked was the Injury Gate. Could it be a strange gate technique?"

This is to trap me, and there is a back-up plan.

Madam Mingzhu walked with charming steps and came behind Han Fei. Her eyes were full of mischief. She wanted to see what Han Fei would come up with.

Seeing that he had no way to avoid it, Han Fei quickly calmed down, but did not turn his head. Instead, he asked calmly: "So, my father did not summon me?"

Madam Mingzhu smiled, her charming figure exuding amazing charm, and said proudly: "Of course, your father summoned me here and now to accompany him to appreciate the moon and taste wine."

As she spoke, her eyes were charming and her right hand slid gently, and the black lace gauze dress slipped off her shoulders again, revealing her icy skin, smooth and beautiful, tender and moving, with a natural charm. Under the light of the fire, she was white and beautiful, and radiant.

Madam Mingzhu continued to laugh and said, "Master Jiu, you still don't dare to turn around? Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

Then, with a mischievous look on his face, he continued, "I've heard that you are resourceful. Since you have come to my chamber, would you like to guess what will happen next?"

At this time, Han Wangan's steps were gradually approaching, and he was very close.