Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

It's a pity that the defenseless soldiers and secret guards behind him had already been poisoned too deeply, not to mention attacking, and they didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Captain Ouyang gritted his teeth in anger.

After a pause, he continued to sneer and looked at Situ Ling again.

"Situ Ling! The old man warns you, don't think that if you control the soldiers in this court, you will win!"

He raised his finger and pointed at Situ Ling's nose, his eyes intertwined with pride and ruthlessness, "In the past few days, this old man has colluded with all the ministers in the court, including General Zhuang, the generals and troops of the three frontiers."

"In addition to the forces that I have secretly cultivated over the years, and some external support... In short, I, Ouyang Chuan, can tell you with confidence that you are no match for me now, so don't make unnecessary struggles!"

"You are really thinking about it, Captain."

Situ Ling still maintained his calm smile.

As soon as the words fell, Captain Ouyang saw that all the doors around the courtroom were all open, and a large group of people poured in.

He was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but take a closer look.

But he was shocked to find that these sudden intrusions were actually the ministers in the court and the middle who had been arranged by him to squat in the mansion!

I saw that the civil servants were all shackled and escorted by the janitorial guards, and they were all trembling with fear.

The generals, including the generals stationed in the three frontiers, were all seized by the Fengxianglou shadow guards, who were highly skilled in martial arts. They dared to be angry but did not dare to move, let alone speak.

You can vaguely hear some fighting sounds coming from outside the hall.

But for a moment, Captain Ouyang saw that his son Ouyang Lian, who had been arranged by him outside the palace to lead the second wave of force to force the palace, was seriously injured and was carried in by Feng Han.

It was thrown in front of him like a rag sack.

The woman's arrogant and contemptuous laughter filled her ears: "I said, Captain Ouyang, after your son's 'marry' to Beihu, his martial arts have gotten worse and worse... Even a mere woman can't match me? "

Feng Han said, with even more sarcasm in his eyes, "Could he be abused by Princess Beihu? Captain, you must seek justice for Young Master Ouyang~"

"……you!!"

Captain Ouyang was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

In my heart, I can't wait to smash the corpse of the Feng family into ten thousand pieces.

These two little devils, doing their best to ruin him!

Thinking about it, the old lieutenant paused, but forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and his mind quickly turned.

No, he has to be calm. In the face of such a situation, he has to think of countermeasures calmly...

Yes, right now.

Ouyang Chuan suddenly felt a very strange sense of repulsion suddenly aroused in his body, constantly slapping his meridians.

Gradually, he only felt extremely cold all over his body, he couldn't help shaking violently, and slumped back into the chair shivering.

"What, what's going on..."

The old madam trembled more and more, and he couldn't say anything, "What kind of poison did you, you, give the old man..."

"Where did you go, Captain Ouyang."

Feng Lan, who was on the beam of the house, chuckled softly, fell down leisurely, and returned to Ouyang Chuan.

Slightly tilted his head, the peach blossom eyes are all loose and wanton, "It's just for you to recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors."

When the words fell, Ouyang Chuan felt a shock in his heart.

Recognize, recognize the ancestors and return to the ancestors...

In the dark, his eyes trembled violently, and then he suddenly realized that there was a more familiar cold fragrance in the fragrance between his nostrils...