First Emperor’s Will: My Heir is the Daqin Empress

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Ying Lan's convoy is moving in Xianyang City.

suddenly.

The team slowed down.

In front of him, Yan Yun's eighteen riders rode the one in front of him and came to the side of Ying Lan's carriage.

said softly.

"Your Highness, there is a situation."

Their indigo-colored cold knives were faintly ready to be unsheathed.

Murder was detected.

Ying Lan opened his eyes.

Open the curtains, revealing a gap.

The wine-red pupils swept to the eaves in the distance, where the murderous aura was revealed.

there.

Several ruthless killing figures stood on the eaves on both sides of the street ahead.

Standing silently, watching the only way ahead.

They were covered in night clothes, their sabres were revealed behind their backs, and their hands were wrapped around their chests.

With an illusory phantom, it looks very strange.

Like a ghost.

Standing there, it was like six swords, with all their sharp edges.

Very powerful killing intent...

Ying Lan's expression changed.

Feeling the vast killing intent emanating from them, they were trapped near the street ahead.

Like a sword field purgatory.

"Your Highness, we..."

Yanyun's eighteen horsemen are ready to draw their swords and unsheath them.

Ying Lan said lightly.

"Don't bother."

Such majestic sword energy and killing intent are full of rage and blood.

in Xianyang City.

Only the imperial weapon, Zhao Gao's net, has such strength.

Ahead, only it could be them, and there would be no second force.

Ha ha......

Ying Lan sneered inside.

It seems that last time, Zhao Gao arranged for a few ordinary snare spies to come to his mansion to spy on information.

As a result, the snare spy was all nailed to his house and sent to his house.

This time.

Study well.

The personnel who have been arranged again are all the top-level combat power of the net, the sword slave of the net.

This time, I look up to myself.

So, here, a warning to myself?

Or.

Is it here to show your strength?

"Your Highness, do we want to change the road?"

Yan Yun asked the eighteen riders.

In terms of combat power, they are not afraid of standing in front of the street, standing on the eaves on both sides, like silent killers of ghosts and Buddhas.

However, considering the safety of His Highness Ying Lan.

They must eliminate all hidden dangers and be fully prepared.

"This is Xianyang City. This dead eunuch doesn't dare to do anything. He just came here to show his prestige."

"Forgive him and don't dare to do anything, it's just a clown jumping on the beam, don't worry about it."

Ying Lan said lightly.

Now, they are here, probably only because Zhao Gao is angry with himself.

Just a threat here.

However, his threat and the strength he showed were like a clown jumping on the beam in his eyes.

In Xianyang City, dare to do it yourself?

Hmph, the next day, I'm afraid, Zhao Gao's whole family.

The head will be hung high above the Xianyang city gate for public display, and the body will be exposed for three days.

The wrath of the first emperor.

It will burn down every corner of the Zhao family's mansion, leaving no one alive!

Hear Ying Lan's order.

Yan Yun's eighteen riders stopped speaking.

Firmly guarded around Ying Lan's carriage, escorting it in the very middle area.

A group of people, business as usual.

Pass normally through the street ahead.

On the eaves on both sides of the path, when the sword slaves were standing.

You can feel the fierce killing sword energy and killing intent from their cold eyes, as if they can penetrate armor.

Cut the flesh underneath.

The tingling sensation surfaced on the surface of the body, and it was horrifying, as if passing through a hell of a mountain of knives.

However, their cold eyes, although they were watching Ying Lan's team.

A huge murderous leak.

However, there is no action.

Finally, Ying Lan and his party quietly passed the street ahead.

Proceed to the location of the mansion.

everything.

usual.

"Humph!"

After Ying Lan left.

A cold hum sounded.

Beside the eaves, in the shadowy corner, there is a shadowy figure.

Came out of the shadows.

He had bloody scarlet short hair, a pale face, and sickly eyes.

Looking ahead, Ying Lan leaves the back.

Zhao Gao rubbed his Jasper finger with a gloomy expression.

"Drunk Dream Building..."

"Why, she came out of here..."

Zhao Gao muttered.

but.

Feeling just now, from inside the carriage, Ying Lan looked at his position.

The contempt and disregard in his eyes.

Zhao Gao felt a surge of anger.

Damn it.

Seeing himself, with such an indifferent and contemptuous gaze, he did not take himself and his own snare in his eyes at all.

What kind of credit does she have.

Can you be so arrogant? !

Last time.

Ten snare spies who arranged for the net to go to Ying Lan's mansion to inquire about information.

result.

All ten people were nailed to the walls of the courtyard by her.

This time.

He deliberately led a few sword slaves to wait here, showing the strength of the net.

result.

In front of her, she was still regarded as air, and she didn't care at all.

even.

Even the slightest fear.

Neither showed up.

But ignorance is the highest contempt.

Could it be that in her eyes, she is so unbearable? !

A bright light flashed across Zhao Gao's eyes.

Noticed something.

Just now.

Around the carriage, eighteen mysterious men in black were waiting beside Ying Lan.

from them.

The cold aura and aura that are revealed are not like ordinary people.

Not a messy existence.

really do not know.

Where did Ying Lan bring these masters from?

Could it be that they were recruited from the frontier?

Luo Wang once arranged for Anbu to investigate the identities of these eighteen cavalrymen.

However, it seems that the stone sinks into the sea.

On the rivers and lakes, there is no trace of their identities and traces of their past existence.

simply.

As if it appeared out of thin air from this world.

Very weird and mysterious.

"Humph!"

Zhao Gao looked gloomy and cold.

Now, in Xianyang City, next to His Majesty the Emperor, there is Ying Lan.

His Majesty's attention to Hu Hai has decreased a lot.

This is bad.

No matter who, dare to stand on the opposite side of His Highness Hu Hai and himself.

Threatening the existence of His Highness Hu Hai.

They will try their best to get rid of it.

No matter who the other party is!

"Let's go." Zhao Gao finally said coldly.

Take a step forward and walk into the shadow.

The few sword slaves behind him respectfully followed behind.

Soon, Xianyang City returned to silence.

......

......

late at night.

In the mansion of Chehou Wang Jian.

Suddenly there was an angry voice.

immediately.

boom--!

A loud bang.

A figure flew out from the room.

With a thud, he slammed to the ground.

The silver-white armor on his body cracked several cracks.

Dismayed.

at the same time.

The figure of an old man walked out of the room.

His face was full of anger and murderous intent.

Just now, he was the one who kicked the man out of the room.

"Nie Zha, what have you done?!"

This old man was full of anger, and his eyes were like a fierce god.

It is the Great Qin Chehou, Wang Jian!

At this moment, he was furious, looking at Wang Li in front of him, his eyes wanted to swallow him alive.

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