Princess Against the World

Ling Luoyu nudged the hat with his fingertips, smiling evilly: "Prince Mansion?"

She really didn't expect that the assassin who attacked and killed her was the prince's.

It seemed that the enmity between her and the prince was deadly.

Ling Luoyu didn't start to stun the snake and turned to leave.

In the coming days, the future will be long, and the grudge with the prince, she can play slowly.

After returning to the side of the black-clothed men, Ling Luoyu searched for it, but found nothing.

These killers are very sophisticated and do not carry anything to prove their identity when performing their tasks.

She got up to go, her steps stopped again.

murderous look!

Behind her, there was a murderous look.

Turning around slowly, she looked at the figure behind her.

The person was as tall as her, although he was wrapped in a quilt, he was still thin and thin, and a sharp blade was exposed under the quilt.

He didn't wear shoes on his feet, his skin was dark and rough, and his face was blocked by the drooping hat, making it unreal.

Ling Luoyu turned around and chuckled innocently: "That...I was passing by...If I disturb you...I will leave immediately..."

"Are you Ling Luoyu?" Yin Yiren's voice was not loud, but it showed the child's immaturity when he didn't change his voice.

Ling Luoyu scolded his mother!

Fuck!

Sure enough, it was for her!

"Yes……"

Before Ling Luoyu's answer was over, the Lingyiren suddenly flew into the air, and a sharp blade broke through the air.

Nine levels of profound energy!

rub!

Is this kid blind? !

She just seconds five profound spirits, and he has a nine-strength profound spirit who came to seek abuse without death.

The Yin Yiren's Yin Yi flew in mid-air, revealing a long sword full of cold light.

Ling Luoyu did not dodge. At the moment when the sword's edge came, his fingertips bent and flicked on the long sword.

"Ding!"

Jianfeng broke off.

Wrong step under foot, Hao wrist reversed.

Ling Luoyu slapped Ling Yiren's back with a backhand after avoiding the broken blade.

"puff!"

Blood spurted and he fell to the ground.

Before he was struggling to get up, Ling Luoyu stepped on his heart, broke the blade and pulled out a sword flower, piercing his eyes.

"do not move!"

She guessed right, this is a child, eleven or twelve years old, thin and thin, with a dark complexion, and his eyes are looking at Ling Luoyu aggressively.

"I fell into your hands. I want to kill or pluck, I'll listen to you!" He was very magnanimous.

Ling Luoyu's gaze fell on his waist, where the waist card of the Prince's Mansion was hung.

"Are you from the Prince's Mansion?"

Yin Yiren had no words, and when he closed his eyes, he looked like he was waiting to die.

Ling Luoyu Yuyu's eyelashes drooped slightly, suddenly retracted the broken blade, and released him.

"You go..."

Lin Yiren didn't expect Ling Luoyu to let him go, and couldn't help but startled: "You...let me go?"

His eyes turned to the man in black beside him.

These people are also going to kill her, but now they are all dead.

"You are different from them! They are killers, you are not..."

Ling Luoyu's gaze fell on his waist card and inserted the broken blade diagonally into the ground.

"You have the waist card of the Prince's Mansion, but your cultivation level is not high. Look at your appearance, you are not old, your skin is dark, and your skin is rough. You should be a rough handyman in the Prince's Mansion, not a full-time assassin... Yours, but your personal actions... We have no grudges, and I don’t believe you will kill me a second time!"

She turned around decisively. Behind her, Yin Yiren looked at her with complicated eyes, and finally didn't do any more.

The heavy rain was torrential, the sky became darker and the overwhelming people could not breathe.

Ling Luoyu did not return to Ling Mansion, but turned to the western suburbs.