"If Ying Shao doesn't know the current affairs, he doesn't have to live anymore!"

Ying Shao's all-round talent in literature, especially in literature, left many historical materials for the later generations, and was the uncle of Ying Yan, the "Seven Sons of Jian'an". Tao Ying did not want him to die, but if Ying Shao really took his way, Tao

You should never be merciful.

"I will go to Yingling to solve the problem. Starting today, Shuzhi..."

"Report!"

Tao Ying was about to make further arrangements for Beihai, Donglai, and a sudden loud clamor sound came from outside the door, interrupting Tao Ying's voice.

"Come in!"

A little stunned, Tao Ying immediately called someone to enter the house.

"Lord, please report it urgently!"

As soon as the messenger entered the house, he knelt on one knee to Tao Ying, while quickly taking out a cloth bag from his arms to lift it over the top.

"Fenggao?"

The anxious Tao Ying didn't wait for someone to take it, so he rushed forward and took it. He opened the cloth bag in a few seconds, took out two pieces of cloth from it, and browsed it in one glance.

"Hiss!"

After seeing the contents of the letter clearly, Tao Ying took a breath, his face suddenly turned ashen, and endless murderous intent poured out from his fire-breathing eyes.

"Yuan Shu, Zhou Chong, and Tao Yingswoe to destroy the two thieves!"

As soon as Tao Ying saw the urgent report, his chest and abdomen were fluctuating, and his expression changed several times. This made Xi Zhicai, Bu Zhi and others who were watching silently worried. They looked at each other and went up to ask for the reason and took the opportunity to comfort them.

"Master..."

Tao Ying raised his hand to stop everyone, took a deep breath, tried to calm his heart, which was beating faster, and silently handed the letter in his hand to Bu Zhi, Xi Zhicai, and slowly walked out of the banquet without saying a word.
Chapter completed!