Mistress, I am a real gentleman

"What's so noisy!"

Wang Baobao opened the door and shouted at the Mongolian officers and soldiers outside.

When he saw Lin Pingzhi in night clothes, he couldn't help showing a look of horror on his face:

"There are assassins! Catch the assassins!"

As the little prince of the palace, a person of high position and authority, naturally cherishes life even more.

Night clothes are standard equipment for assassins. The moment he saw Lin Pingzhi, he made up his mind that he must not let assassins get close.

Following Wang Baobao's voice fell.

Although many Mongolian officers and soldiers were terrified, but due to the order of the young prince, they could only bite the bullet and head towards Lin Pingzhi's siege.

Lin Pingzhi's face was covered by a black cloth, only his eyes were exposed.

The exposed eyes are sharp like owls at night, staring straight at Wang Baobao.

Just now Wang Baobao came out of Li Yuanzhi's room.

"Wang Baobao."

A roar came from Lin Pingzhi's mouth.

The Weeping Blood Ghost Blade appeared in his hands at some point.

"Zheng!"

As the hands trembled, the blade of the sword clanked, as if expressing a desire for blood.

"Go! Go up together!"

"There are so many of us, we can definitely kill him!"

"Protect the little prince!"

"..."

The Mongolian officers and soldiers shouted one after another.

This mutual "encouragement" is undoubtedly useful.

In front of Lin Pingzhi, many Mongolian officers and soldiers brandished scimitars and slashed at him with roars.

Lin Pingzhi stood on the spot, with his toes pointing, his body stretched out three feet, and he waved the Weeping Blood Ghost Blade in his hand at will, like a storm.

In an instant, the heads of several Mongolian officers and soldiers fell to the ground.

For Zhao Min's sake, he did not kill the Mongolian officers and soldiers.

But today is different from the past.

Wang Baobao did such an act, he had to kill Wang Baobao to vent his anger!

Even if Zhao Min asks, he is not afraid!

The swords intersected, and the brilliance sprinkled by the silver moon was reflected on the edge, revealing a little bit of cold light.

There was no screaming.

The moment the head fell, no sound could be made.

The only sound was the blood gushing out from "Grunt Grunt".

Wang Baobao stood at the door, looking at Lin Pingzhi who had a sword and a head in front of him, his heart was already filled with fear.

He couldn't believe that the assassin in front of him was fighting thousands of palace guards by himself.

Not only that, thousands of palace guards turned into ghosts under the assassin's sword.

But the "Assassin" was unscathed!

In his mind, he kept thinking about whether it was the civilian girl who was snatched in the weekdays, and what was the big background.

But after thinking about it, he still couldn't figure out who he offended.

"Who the hell are you! Why did you assassinate Xiao Wang!"

Wang Baobao shouted at Lin Pingzhi.

When the voice fell.

With a "click", Lin Pingzhi pulled out the blade of the Weeping Blood Ghost Blade from the body of a Mongolian soldier.

Blood spattered, but did not splash on his body.

Without saying a word, he walked towards Wang Baobao.

Wang Baobao violated a big taboo, which offended him.

He was still wondering why Han Ji and Li Yuanzhi hadn't come here for so long.

The reason is here!

Wang Baobao led people to surround Li Yuanzhi's room, and the two daughters could not escape at all.

"Zheng!"

The blade trembled slightly.

At some point, the icy blade of the Weeping Blood Ghost Blade had already touched Wang Baobao's neck.

Wang Baobao was so frightened that his whole body went limp.

If it wasn't for worrying that his chin would hit the edge of the sword when he fell, he wouldn't be able to stand up at all.

"Hero... Great hero, I really didn't know she belonged to you... Just let me go, I haven't had time to touch her! She is absolutely clean!"

Facing Lin Pingzhi who only showed his cold eyes, he didn't look like a nobleman.

In order to live, he has already begun to beg for mercy.

Lin Pingzhi's heart became colder and colder.

As the sword edge was sent lightly, the sharp Weeping Blood Ghost Blade had already cut the skin between Wang Baobao's neck.

A little bit of warm blood flowed on the blade of the Weeping Blood Ghost Blade, but was absorbed by the blade.

"Where is the person!"

Lin Pingzhi's eyes flashed brightly, he looked at Wang Baobao, and questioned him in a cold voice.

Wang Baobao tremblingly raised his hand and pointed towards the room.

Following the pointer, Lin Pingzhi looked sideways.

Immediately afterwards, both eyes froze.

This... doesn't seem right.

Seems like I got the wrong guy.

In the room, the woman who was tied to sit on the bed, although she was pretty, was neither Han Ji nor Li Yuanzhi at all.

This made Lin Pingzhi suspicious.

Could it be that he found the wrong room?

In Wang Baobao's astonishment, he looked back.

Start counting from Han Ji's room.

one two Three……

Including Han Ji's room, the room he is in now is the third.

Suddenly, he realized the problem.

The third room Han Ji mentioned certainly did not include Han Ji's room.

In this way, maybe Han Ji and Li Yunzhi are next door, not here!

In this way, the misunderstanding will be huge!

Wang Baobao is his eldest uncle.

Just now, he didn't even distinguish between black and white, and directly killed so many Mongolian officers and soldiers.

He almost killed Zhao Min's brother.

If Zhao Min knew about this, there was a misunderstanding, and he would have to be kicked off the bed!

"Just now, it was all a misunderstanding."

Lin Pingzhi, who cleared his mind, said lightly.

Weeping Blood Ghost Blade moved away from Wang Baobao's neck.

Wang Baobao heaved a sigh of relief.

At the moment when his skin was cut earlier, his heart was completely suspended.

He was relieved when Lin Pingzhi took the blade away.

But what Lin Pingzhi said made him almost stagger and fall directly.

He even wondered if he said something wrong?

It was all a misunderstanding before?

The blade is on his neck, now tell him it's a misunderstanding?

Moreover, all of his thousands of subordinates have fallen to the ground. Tell him now that this is a misunderstanding?

Thinking of Lin Pingzhi's sudden stop, he felt that maybe Lin Pingzhi was afraid.

Immediately, he became more courageous.

"Bold!"

He yelled at Lin Pingzhi, which was completely different from the previous Wei Nuo Nuo.

Now, he holds his head up high and his toes high.

As long as Lin Pingzhi is afraid, even if he has no subordinates around him, he can still show the majesty of a little prince.

"Ok?"

Lin Pingzhi let out a sound of surprise.

He couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe that this was Wang Baobao.

"You say it again?"

An indifferent voice came into Wang Baobao's ears.

Wang Baobao trembled all over.

Looking at Lin Pingzhi, he suddenly became terrified.

He suddenly realized that Lin Pingzhi didn't seem to be afraid to kill him.

"No... I didn't say anything."

Wang Baobao shook his head again and again.

Under the threat of death, he still didn't dare to speak ill of Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi glanced at Wang Baobao blankly, and then his figure entered the sky, overlapping with the bright moon in the sky.

under the overlap.

His figure disappeared in front of Wang Baobao.

Wang Baobao heaved a sigh of relief.

He always felt that the assassin who wanted to kill him just now seemed familiar.

But I just can't remember.

Looking into the room, the woman who was tied up on the bed suddenly became dull.

Lin Pingzhi took advantage of the darkness and slipped to the next door again.