It was late at night, on Ping'an Street in Beicheng, at the residence of Mr. Xu Xuchang, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, everything was quiet.
A black shadow silently passed out of a half-closed rear window in the backyard, and soon disappeared into the night.
The starlight in the dark night cast a hazy image on the bedroom inside the window.
Xuchang, the master of the Ministry of Punishment, only wore an ordinary middle coat, and his arm was still on Xinna's concubine's arm, but the head on his neck had been separated from his neck, like a strange vase placed on the pillow, and fresh blood flowed from his neck.
The wound overflowed and soon the pillows and quilts were wet.
The sleeping concubine felt something strange and opened her eyes in confusion. When she saw the human head close at hand, she screamed and fainted.
After a while, the servants who heard the strange movement rushed indoors. When they saw the body of their master, who had already been separated, their faces changed with fear.
While the Xu family in the city was in chaos, the Temple of Punishment in the Holy City welcomed its second guest tonight.
Gong Ao, who was arranging manpower to carefully guard Mo Li, heard that someone was visiting, and there was a hint of displeasure in his eyes, "Who is it?!"
"The person who came said that he has something that His Highness wants in his hand!" The believer in charge of the notification replied respectfully.
Gong Ao raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment, "Invite him in!"
When the believer stepped back, he waved gently to everyone, "This person Mo Li is of great importance. If you continue to give orders, no matter what, you cannot let her escape!"
Several priests agreed, bowed and exited through the gate of the side hall.
After a while, there were soft footsteps outside, and a person walked in behind the believer who had been notified before.
As soon as the visitor entered the gate, he respectfully picked up his robe and knelt on the ground. He saluted Gong Ao and said, "Greetings to His Royal Highness the Holy Son!"
Gong Ao looked at the person who came, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "It's you?!"
"It's me!" The person stood up slowly.
Gong Ao waved his hand lightly, and the believer immediately exited the door knowingly and closed the door of the side hall tightly.
"You said you have what I want in your hand?!" Gong Ao stood up from his chair and looked at the visitor with a somewhat scrutinizing purpose.
"Not bad!" The man stood up straight, his sallow face became increasingly gloomy in the candlelight, but his pair of brown eyes became brighter. This man was none other than the one who had booked the order when the Moli Colosseum opened.
She was in a private room, and in her hands was Mr. Yi, the owner of Qiankun Auction House, the largest auction house in Chang'an City.
Gong Ao raised his hands, "Then tell me, what do I want?!"
"Your Highness wants witnesses, and I can help you find them!" Mr. Yi said.
The look in Gong Ao's eyes became more intense, "Sir, you have such a good nose!"
Yes, he does need witnesses now.
Mo Li has a large number of admirers in Chang'an City, and is very good friends with several royal princes. If this matter is not handled well, it will inevitably make everyone in Chang'an City criticize the religion, so they must
To prove that she is guilty of condemning the gods, in order to silence everyone in Youyou.
Mr. Yi smiled, "Those of us who are doing business have better ears, eyes and noses!"
"Why should I trust you?" Gong Ao asked directly.
"I am also a devout citizen of the religion, so it is natural to do things for the religion!" Mr. Yi coughed lightly, "You also know that it is hard to make money now, and those of us who are doing business naturally like to do things that are beneficial to ourselves.
!”
Now, it can be said that Tianruo Street is all Mo Li's territory. If the Fairy Beast Shop opens again soon, the auction house that also hosts the monster beast auction will naturally be affected.
Mr. Yi's move is not unreasonable. After all, businessmen value profits. Chang'an City.
It was late at night, on Ping'an Street in Beicheng, at the residence of Mr. Xu Xuchang, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, everything was quiet.
A black shadow silently passed out of a half-closed rear window in the backyard, and soon disappeared into the night.
The starlight in the dark night cast a hazy image on the bedroom inside the window.
Xuchang, the master of the Ministry of Punishment, only wore an ordinary middle coat, and his arm was still on Xinna's concubine's arm, but the head on his neck had been separated from his neck, like a strange vase placed on the pillow, and fresh blood flowed from his neck.
The wound overflowed and soon the pillows and quilts were wet.
The sleeping concubine felt something strange and opened her eyes in confusion. When she saw the human head close at hand, she screamed and fainted.
After a while, the servants who heard the strange movement rushed indoors. When they saw the body of their master, who had already been separated, their faces changed with fear.
While the Xu family in the city was in chaos, the Temple of Punishment in the Holy City welcomed its second guest tonight.
Gong Ao, who was arranging manpower to carefully guard Mo Li, heard that someone was visiting, and there was a hint of displeasure in his eyes, "Who is it?!"
"The person who came said that he has something that His Highness wants in his hand!" The believer in charge of the notification replied respectfully.
Gong Ao raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment, "Invite him in!"
When the believer stepped back, he waved gently to everyone, "This person Mo Li is of great importance. If you continue to give orders, no matter what, you cannot let her escape!"
Several priests agreed, bowed and exited through the gate of the side hall.
After a while, there were soft footsteps outside, and a person walked in behind the believer who had been notified before.
As soon as the visitor entered the gate, he respectfully picked up his robe and knelt on the ground. He saluted Gong Ao and said, "Greetings to His Royal Highness the Holy Son!"
Gong Ao looked at the person who came, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "It's you?!"
"It's me!" The person stood up slowly.
Gong Ao waved his hand lightly, and the believer immediately exited the door knowingly and closed the door of the side hall tightly.
"You said you have what I want in your hand?!" Gong Ao stood up from his chair and looked at the visitor with a somewhat scrutinizing purpose.
"Not bad!" The man stood up straight, his sallow face became increasingly gloomy in the candlelight, but his pair of brown eyes became brighter. This man was none other than the one who had booked the order when the Moli Colosseum opened.
She was in a private room, and in her hands was Mr. Yi, the owner of Qiankun Auction House, the largest auction house in Chang'an City.
Gong Ao raised his hands, "Then tell me, what do I want?!"
"Your Highness wants witnesses, and I can help you find them!" Mr. Yi said.
The look in Gong Ao's eyes became more intense, "Sir, you have such a good nose!"
Yes, he does need witnesses now.
Mo Li has a large number of admirers in Chang'an City, and is very good friends with several royal princes. If this matter is not handled well, it will inevitably make everyone in Chang'an City criticize the religion, so they must
To prove that she is guilty of condemning the gods, in order to silence everyone in Youyou.
Mr. Yi smiled, "Those of us who are doing business have better ears, eyes and noses!"
"Why should I trust you?" Gong Ao asked directly.
"I am also a devout citizen of the religion, so it is natural to do things for the religion!" Mr. Yi coughed lightly, "You also know that it is hard to make money now, and those of us who are doing business naturally like to do things that are beneficial to ourselves.
!”
Now, it can be said that Tianruo Street is all Mo Li's territory. If the Fairy Beast Shop opens again soon, the auction house that also hosts the monster beast auction will naturally be affected.
Mr. Yi's move is not unreasonable. After all, businessmen value profits.