Chapter 127
Chapter 127
The sound of the mountain being moved drew two household guards over. Di Xiulan immediately threw out a skill and knocked them both unconscious.
He grabbed Ye Piaoling and used lightness kung fu to fly up onto a rooftop. “Business first.”
This happened to be the roof over Feng Jin’s sleeping quarters. Faintly, music and dancing could be heard from inside, along with the flirtatious laughter of singing girls.
Ye Piaoling arched a brow.
It seemed Feng Jin was living quite the colorful little life. Utterly decadent.
Then her gaze fell on the glazed roof tiles, and her eyes instantly lit up again.
These tiles looked pretty valuable too!
Ye Piaoling immediately started prying them up. Once she began, she tore off an entire row, stuffing them rapidly into her storage pouch…
She was having the time of her life.
Then, all of a sudden-
A group of black-clad, masked assassins came flying through the air, long swords in hand.
Ye Piaoling was startled. Had she been caught climbing onto the roof and stripping the tiles?
No, wait…
If these people were hidden guards from the National Preceptor’s Mansion, there would be no need for them to sneak around with their faces covered!
In an instant, Ye Piaoling understood. These assassins were also here for Feng Jin!
Feng Jin brought ruin to the nation. Anyone had the right to kill him!
The assassins were also stunned when they saw the two people on the roof, but a moment later, they moved to attack.
Ye Piaoling immediately said, “Don’t shoot! We’re on the same side!”
She flew over to the leader of the assassins and said solemnly, “You’re here to assassinate Feng Jin, right? What a coincidence. So am I!”
The assassin leader looked her up and down suspiciously.
This woman looked extremely suspicious, but just now, she did seem to be tearing apart Feng Jin’s roof.
So she probably wasn’t from the National Preceptor’s Mansion…
Ye Piaoling turned to Di Xiulan and said, “Babe, cover me from outside. Allow me to go meet that Xiliu State Preceptor first.”
With that, she waved at the black-clad assassins. “Brothers, follow me in and kill him!”
The assassins: “…”
They had never seen anyone act this familiar this fast.
Though they were a little speechless, the assassin leader still nodded. Everyone followed behind Ye Piaoling, and with a thunderous crash, they broke through the door.
The scene inside was exceedingly sensual.
The dancing girls were all wearing translucent gauze skirts, more alluring than if they wore nothing at all.
On the soft couch in the center of the room, a handsome man in purple robes with black hair was drinking and amusing himself. It was none other than the State Preceptor, Feng Jin.
Several beautiful women with their clothes half slipped off surrounded him, massaging his shoulders and back.
Ye Piaoling’s gaze landed on the luxurious dark-purple robe he wore. It was the same color as the Evil Lord’s eyes.
In that moment, Ye Piaoling became even more convinced that the person before her was possessed by the Heavenly Po of the Evil Lord.
The Evil Lord had always been narcissistic. He knew he was good-looking, so naturally, he also liked the color of his own eyes.
The assassins, however, had no time to consider any of that. They charged straight at Feng Jin, surrounding him to kill him-
“Ah!”
The courtesans screamed and fled in every direction. Feng Jin, on the other hand, remained completely calm, as if he had long since grown used to assassination attempts like this.
He did not even lift his eyes. With a flick of his hand, he tossed out his wine cup. With a sharp ding, it knocked the assassin leader’s sword aside.
The assassins continued to rush him.
Feng Jin sighed. “In the Three Realms, there truly are more and more people eager to throw their lives away.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he formed a simple seal with both hands. A dazzling purple formation instantly rose around him, blasting all the assassins away and making them cough up blood.
Ye Piaoling watched in shock. Feng Jin’s cultivation was actually this powerful. He and those assassins were not on the same level at all…
And that line about the Three Realms confirmed it. He was definitely the Evil Lord!
Only after all the assassins lay injured on the ground did Feng Jin lazily lift his eyes. When he saw Ye Piaoling standing in the room, his gaze shifted slightly.
Ye Piaoling waved at him. “Hi, old friend. We meet again.”
Feng Jin said coldly, “Who are you? Are you also here to die?”
“I’m here to catch up,” Ye Piaoling said with a dismissive wave and a smile. “At a time like this, don’t bother pretending you don’t know me. There’s no need.”
Feng Jin looked her over from head to toe and raised an eyebrow. “We know each other?”
Ye Piaoling said, “Of course. You even helped me with a slash once!”
She said cheerfully, “That slash didn’t really do much, but I still have to thank you. I even brought you a special gift!”
With that, she took a coffin out of her storage pouch and opened the lid, revealing the Panda Ghost Po inside.
The panda’s expression looked extremely honest and simple.
Feng Jin: “…”
“This is your dear younger brother. I brought him to you,” Ye Piaoling said. “And there’s also a congratulatory message.”
Feng Jin caught the message she threw over. When he opened it and looked, the corner of his mouth twitched hard.
The Evil Lord eats shit?
Ye Piaoling stared fixedly at his eyes, waiting for him to get so angry that he would switch to those beautiful purple contact lenses…