"Palace Emperor, I wonder what's the reason for your sudden visit?" Xuan Qinglie was sweating a little. How could he come suddenly at such an emergency today? What if he knew...
"Oh, the man that Blood Poppy likes is indeed a ruthless character, otherwise she would not be willing to betray the organization and lose her life to get that man back!" In the room, a young man wearing a black skull mask sat down gracefully.
There was a joking tone in his voice, and his eyes glanced to the side.
"I..." The man in black next to him stood up immediately, a little tremblingly. He clearly understood the meaning of the palace words.
At this time, several people suddenly rushed in from outside the door, carrying a woman whose life or death was unknown. They ran and said, "Lord Mo Ye, people are coming!" Halfway through the rush, they suddenly saw another person in the room, and they were frightened.
He was stunned in place: "Palace Emperor..."
"Mo Ye, is this a big deal that you've been so busy these days that you don't even bother to deal with matters in the gang?" Gong's eyes suddenly turned cold and sharp, looking at Xuan Qinglie who was looking at him with a bitter face.
"Please forgive me!" He immediately knelt down on one knee and begged for forgiveness. He knew the palace's style of dealing with things best. No one was allowed to disobey him, otherwise there was only one outcome, and that was death.
At this time, the few people who had just entered were so frightened that they dropped the people they were carrying and knelt down with a plop. If even the Demon Night Guardian could not escape the blame, let alone a few of them.
When Gong's eyes wandered to the woman on the ground, he suddenly stopped, strode past them and walked to the person on the ground, grabbed her body, and his pupils dilated slightly.
Xuan Qinglie, who was kneeling on the ground with his head lowered and waiting for punishment, had not seen Gong's actions for a long time. He quietly raised his head and took a look. He was immediately stunned. That woman was not his Xian'er.
Now he didn't care about his own life. He immediately stood up and rushed to his side. He looked at the woman in his arms, and a silent anger surged into his heart. How could it be her.
He kicked one of the kneeling people. The person immediately moved away a few meters away, hit the wall and spat out a mouthful of blood. The other people were so shocked that their faces turned pale and they couldn't help it.
He kowtowed until his head was broken.
"What are you doing? Where's the blood poppy?" Xuan Qinglie yelled.
"I, we don't know, we just...we only saved her." Several people answered tremblingly.
"What?" His face turned dark with anger, and he took out his pistol, thinking he wanted to kill all those people.
At this time, Gong, who had been silent all this time, spoke up, "Mo Ye, that's enough for you. If you don't want to go down to accompany Blood Poppy, just make peace with me. You should be happy. If this woman today is really Blood Poppy, you
Knowing the consequences..."
With a cold word, Gong Daheng picked up the woman just now and walked out of Xuan Qinglie's room.
Xuan Qinglie punched the wall, and a dent appeared in an instant. His hand immediately became bloody, but he didn't feel the pain. Xian'er, I'm sorry for you. In the end, I still failed to protect you.