Wang Hong strutted in and rushed in, laughing and saying: "Beauty, my beauty, sir, I'm here..."
Van Gogh's face, which was full of vicissitudes of life, showed no emotion at all, but while he was playing the piano, his figure had already moved to the door, blocking Wang Hong.
"Hey, old man, are you looking for death? I was ordered to capture Leng Meiying, the traitorous daughter of the marquis of Zhenguo. Are you trying to disobey the emperor's order?"
Van Gogh slowly raised his head and glanced at Wang Hong and the group of people behind him!
Among this group of people, the majority were masters of the Martial Emperor Realm, and among them, there were even some who couldn't even see through him, Van Gogh!
Although there was no visible change in Van Gogh's expression, he was still very happy in his heart.
If Sir Jiuyin Zhebie had not been sent away just now, given your current situation, I am afraid it would have been quite troublesome!
So now that Leng Meiying has left, there is only one thing Van Gogh has to do, and that is - delay!
Only by delaying these people here and preventing them from finding Master Jiuyin Zhebie can Le Bing and the others be able to take Master out of the city. Otherwise, it will be just as bad as before!
Thinking of this, Van Gogh calmly replied calmly: "My lord, I can't hear what you are saying!"
"Hmph, don't think that I don't know about your relationship with Leng Meiying, but if you want to protect her, you have to be mentally prepared to be implicated!"
Before coming, Wang Hong had obviously checked out some of Leng Meiying's treatments and understood that the relationship between Van Gogh and Leng Meiying must be extraordinary.
Van Gogh was convinced, nodded and said: "I am indeed a disciple of Master Jiuyin Zhebie, but now, Master Jiuyin Zhebie is not here!"
Wang Hong still sneered, squeezing her knuckles with her left and right hands, and the sound of the joints like exploding beans sounded one after another, making people frown.
"Really? Not there? Then let me take a look!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Hong stepped forward and passed directly through Van Gogh. With a wave of her hand, a strong wind blew towards the door.
"So fast..." Van Gogh marveled in his heart, but Wang Hong wouldn't be able to break through so easily.
With a step, the old figure quickly passed through.
"Bump!"
Several hard clashes of fists sounded in the yard. After a moment, Wang Hong shouted loudly, and a red light bloomed from his fists, shooting out a large ball of crimson flames. The flames shot up to three feet high.
He forced Van Gogh away.
"Hmph, I really want to see who else is inside the place that you, this damn old man, is trying so hard to protect."
"Squeak!"
The door was opened from the inside, revealing the serious face of the eldest lady.
"This is...Mrs. Zhenguohou!"
In the crowd, someone recognized the eldest lady and cried out.
Wang Hong's expression changed, and she suddenly realized something.
As soon as the figure made a mistake, the body penetrated into the house like a sharp red arrow, and passed by the eldest lady.
The room was empty, not just one room, but all the rooms. Wang Hong had already looked through them, and there was no trace of anyone left.
With a dark face, Wang Hong walked downstairs and looked at Van Gogh coldly.
"Why is Mrs. Zhen Guohou here with you? Where is Leng Meiying? Why isn't she here?"
