Reborn 80,000 Years Chapter 843: Yang Chen shots

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Chapter VIII Yang Chen takes action

After returning to the room, Yang Chen just started to practice and recharged. It wasn't until the night that Yang Chen woke up from his practice, then opened the door, and walked out creptically.

He lay on the roof, blending his body with the night. So that from beginning to end, no one found Yang Chen's existence.

After a while, two black figures suddenly appeared in Ling Yuyao's room. The moment they appeared, Ling Yuyao's room was also pushed away, and Ling Yuyao walked out of the room.

"See the Lord of the Palace!"

The two shadows immediately knelt on one knee and said respectfully.

"Go, remember, only success, no failure!" Ling Yuyao waved her hand, the two figures nodded and said yes, then turned around, turned into two black lightning, and disappeared instantly. In the night.

After Ling Yuyao walked into the room, Yang Chen changed his face, just followed the two people and disappeared into the distance together.

What Yang Chen didn't know was that, just as he walked on his front foot, Ling Yuyao walked out of the room, walked to the door of Yang Chen's room, and knocked gently twice.

"No one?"

Ling Yuyao frowned, and there was a look of doubt in her eyes: "Are you practicing? Forget it, don't disturb him."

Ling Yuyao groaned for a moment, then turned back to the room and went to rest.

……

……

Sky Fire Palace.

In a certain room.

Mu Lingyun wears a fiery red wedding dress, which looks glamorous and noble. Her face is covered with exquisite makeup, making her already beautiful look even more beautiful. Even the maids on the side could not help but secretly look at Mu Lingyun, with an admiring look in their eyes.

The saint...

It's so beautiful!

At this time, only a maidservant came over and said with a smile: "The saint, according to the customs of the imperial city, the night before a woman gets married, until the next day when she gets married, she can’t take it off. The wedding dress."

"I see."

Mu Lingyun nodded and looked at her face through the mirror, but her expression didn't fluctuate much, but rather calm.

The maid said strangely: "Holy Maiden, what's the matter with you? You seem to be very unhappy?"

"Happy?"

Mu Lingyun was taken aback for a moment, sneered in her heart, and said faintly: "No matter what, what is your little girl asking so much for? You don't understand after telling you."

Mu Lingyun said, she suddenly saw the maid holding a bowl of water in her hand, she couldn't help but curiously asked: "What is this?"

"Oh, this is the water for bad luck!" The maid said with a smile: "Women, in order to prevent bad luck from being brought to a man's house when they get married, they will drink such a bowl of water to save all bad luck. It's all washed with water!"

Mu Lingyun frowned slightly when she heard this.

"There are so many rules for getting married."

Mu Lingyun said something softly, but she didn't say much, took the bowl from the handmaid, and took a sip.

"No way!" said the maid: "Saint Maiden, you must drink all of this water cleanly!"

"It's troublesome."

Mu Lingyun frowned, and after drinking the whole bowl of water, she handed the bowl to the maid again.

Receiving the bowl in her hand, the maidservant's face clearly flashed a touch of joy, and she smiled and said: "Saint Maiden, you should have a good rest. The slaves are outside. If you have anything to do, please tell the slaves!" /

"Go down."

Mu Lingyun waved her hand and said calmly.

After everyone left, Mu Lingyun walked towards the lights in the house, preparing to blow out the lights and rest. But just when she just stood up, a dizziness rushed to her mind, Mu Lingyun whispered, and then, a sense of powerlessness swept across in an instant.

"What's going on..."

Mu Lingyun supported the table with both hands, barely preventing herself from falling down, panting violently. At this moment, Mu Lingyun only felt that her strength had been completely emptied, and the feeling of weakness penetrated every inch of flesh and blood.

"The water... is that water!"

How clever Mu Lingyun is, she immediately remembered the reason, but even if she remembered the reason, it was too late. At the next moment, two black figures suddenly appeared in the room. Behind them, they both carried a sharp sword.

"Who are you?" Mu Lingyun's face sank.

"The one who took your life!" One of them sneered and said: "Miss Mu, I'm sorry, take people's money to eliminate disasters! We are also obliged to take orders, if you go down. Don't blame us!"

"Only you?"

Mu Lingyun sneered, a little disdain in her beautiful eyes.

She raised her hand and tried to use the power of the fairy body, but what surprised her was that no matter how hard Mu Lingyun tried, the fairy body seemed to have disappeared without any response.

"Why is this?" Mu Lingyun's eyes showed a little panic.

"Haha!" A man in black laughed, and said: "Miss Mu, you are a saint of the Heavenly Fire Palace, you are very knowledgeable, you should have heard of the dry heart dew?"

Withered heart dew?

Mu Lingyun's face changed slightly when she heard these three words, and her heart sank instantly.

"Come here!"

"Come on!"

Mu Lingyun let out a deep cry, anxious expression on her beautiful face: "Is there anyone, come on! There are assassins!"

However...

There was dead silence outside the house, and no one responded at all.

"Miss Mu, don't waste your effort." The man in black shook his head and said, "Do you think that since we dare to do this, we won't make any preparations? Don't worry, all the maids around you have been We bought it, and even if you broke your throat by shouting, they would just pretend not to hear it."

Hearing this, Mu Lingyun's heart sank again.

A sense of despair flooded Mu Lingyun's heart.

"Brother, don't talk nonsense with her, kill her quickly!" Another man in black couldn't stand it anymore and said sharply.

Hearing this, the person called "Big Brother" nodded, pulling out the sword behind him and rushing towards Mu Lingyun quickly.

Looking at the two approaching, Mu Lingyun was determined to resist, but she was helpless. Now she, even if she picked up something from the table and threw it out, she couldn't do it. She could only watch the sword as she got closer and closer.

But...

Just when the two of them were no more than two inches away from Mu Lingyun, two hands suddenly appeared on the two saints, palms like ghost hands, quietly grabbing the two's necks.

Then slightly force--

Erasable!

The two people suddenly fell to the ground like mud.

I can't die anymore!