Chapter 357: Apocalypse

Lan Yue Hou Mansion.
Lan Yuehou put on a black tights, with a long knife slung around her waist, her hair tied up, and walked out of the room.
When the housekeeper saw Lan Yuehou's outfit, he was shocked: "This, this, this... Hou Ye! You are going to kill someone."
Lanyue Hou's poems are romantic and indulgent, he is famous for his good temper and good popularity, but this does not mean that he does not kill. Not many people have seen him kill, but the housekeeper in this house has seen him several times.
"It doesn't necessarily mean that you really want to kill, but if someone sends it up, then kill it." Lan Yuehou smiled, "Prepare a carriage."
"Go...where to go," the butler asked.
Lan Yuehou walked forward: "White Palace."
Yong'an Palace.
Xiao Se boarded the carriage, and Sikong Qianluo sat there holding a spear with her eyes closed and rested. She didn't open her eyes, but asked, "There will be a big battle today?"
"Perhaps." Xiao Se said lightly.
"When will such days end?" Sikong Qianluo asked.
Xiao Se was silent for a while, and said, "Trust me, it won't be long."
"After the end, will you go back to Xueyue City with me?" Sikong Qianluo asked.
"Why don't you dare to open your eyes?" Xiao Se asked her.
Sikong Qianluo blushed. If she opened her eyes, how could she still have the courage to say such a thing, and now she said this with a heart pounding, she swallowed, "Why are you avoiding my words?"
Xiao Se smiled: "I will answer you. It's not time yet."
"Do you know why I practiced guns so hard?" Sikong Qianluo didn't wait for Xiao Se to answer, and said to himself, "Because I want to be better than you, if you don't follow me, I will be tied up. You go with me. They all say you want to be the emperor, but what is the meaning of the emperor? Look at your father, how tired he is. And this Apocalypse City..."
"Well, don't say it." Xiao Se interrupted her, "I know all about it."
"Then you..." Sikong Qianluo hesitated for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes, "Don't say anything, I'll take you away anyway."
She opened her eyes and met Xiao Se's eyes. Xiao Se smiled slightly, Sikong Qianluo thought he was laughing at himself, and turned his head hurriedly.
Even if she inherited the spear fairy mantle and entered the Happy Heaven Realm, she was still a little girl after all.
Cheng'an Temple.
Mu Chunfeng and Hua Jin sorted out the medical box in silence, and finally Mu Chunfeng carried the medical box on his back and slung the long sword on his waist. Hua Jin glanced at him: "We are going to save people, not to kill people. What do we do with a sword?"
Mu Chunfeng smiled: "We don't kill people, but we must prevent others from killing us. Let's go, Master."
Hua Jin scratched his head: "This Apocalypse City is really troublesome. I really want to end this matter soon and go back to Medicine King Valley."
Mu Chunfeng's eyes lit up: "Medicine King Valley, can I go?"
Hua Jin gave him a white look: "You are my disciple of Yaowanggu, so naturally you can go."
Mu Chunfeng said with joy: "Good."
When they walked out the door, Lord Jinwei, the sword-handling supervisor, and Lord Jinyu, the guard-handling supervisor of the five great prisons, just stood there waiting for them.
"I said, Master, the emperor's travel is almost like yours." Mu Chunfeng couldn't help but sigh when seeing the two father-in-laws look solemn.
Father Jinwei is solemn, because Hua Jin cannot die, and the life of the saint is still in her hands.
Father Jinyu is solemn, because he is the second master of the White King, and he knows how important it is to the White King to see this world again.
And they all know one thing, today, many people want to kill Hua Jin.
Lei Wujie waited outside the palace gate with his sword in his arms, and the heart sword on his waist had been trembling since the morning.
"Uneasy." He sighed softly.
White Palace.
Today, as usual, Xiao Chong got up and took a shower and changed clothes. He sat in the courtyard and listened to Ling Shaohan's report on the imperial affairs. Then he practiced martial arts, practiced swords, and ate.
Everything is done step by step, exactly the same as usual.
But it was too normal and too meticulous.
Even Xiao Jingxia couldn't help sighing, "Brother Huang is nervous today."
Standing beside him, Ling Shaohan nodded: "After all, he has been begging for so many years."
Xiao Jingxia glanced at him, "What about you?"
Ling Shaohan bowed his head: "I have been begging for many years."
"Okay." Xiao Jingxian nodded.
Chi Wang Mansion.
Su Muyu stood in the courtyard holding his oil-paper umbrella, and Su Changhe stood beside him.
"Where are they?" Su Muyu asked.
"I have other arrangements. You go out first today, and they will come to pick you up at that time." Su Changhe replied.
"Okay." Su Muyu nodded, "turned around and walked out."
"He is a good seed, Mr. Ye Ya said, he can become an excellent work." Xiao Yu saw Su Muyu gone before he came out. This killer, code-named "Umbrella Holder", was among the four devils back then. He has always been respectful to him, but he never said a word.
"Don’t try to fight his idea. Not only him, but the three Patriarchs of Dark River can’t fight. Every Patriarch of Dark River has a very high status and prestige in their own family. Even what we do can’t be allowed. Su Muyu knew that after those chess pieces were used up, they needed to die." Su Changhe looked at Xiao Yu.
Xiao Yu nodded: "Although it is a pity, I have already spoken to Mr. Ye Ya."
Su Changhe did not continue the topic: "Although so many people have been dispatched this time, whether it is King White or King Yongan, they will protect the little girl in the Medicine King Valley. King Yongan will no longer believe it. King White, we are fighting both at the same time."
"After this time, there will be no more White Kings in the world." Xiao Yu smiled, "As for King Yongan, there will be other ways to deal with him afterwards. They still don't know who they should worry about the most. enemy."
White Palace.
Hua Jin took Mu Chunfeng into the White King's room. Inside, Xiao Chong, Xiao Jingxia, and Ling Shaohan were waiting for them.
Father Jinyu and Father Jinwei stood on both sides of the door, their faces solemn.
Lan Yuehou's carriage stopped at the front door of the White Palace. He closed his eyes and sat in the car without saying a word. It seemed that he had no intention of getting off.
The butler who personally drove the car wiped his sweat, and said in his heart: It seems that he is not here to kill the White King, fortunately.
Xiao Si's carriage stopped at the back door, and Sikong Qianluo held the spear, ready to shoot at any time. Xiao Se didn't bring the Promise Club, and he didn't plan to make a move today.
Lei Wujie yawned and lay on the eaves, his heart sword screaming.
In the mansion, another senior walked out of the room. He was an opponent that no one wanted to meet.
No matter how powerful the assassin encountered him, he wanted to make a detour.
Angry sword fairy, Yan Zhantian.
Countless black shadows are approaching.
The killing curtain of the apocalypse has been lifted.
The more dangerous opponent, but straight to the apocalypse.