"Sister Chu Rou, don't blame Qingqing, I'm going out."

Shangguan Wan'er said anxiously.

"Forget it, I'm not allowed to go out casually next time. I hope I haven't noticed it by the spies," Chu Rou said helplessly.

But things went against my wishes. Before I could leave the tea, the side courtyard was surrounded by a group of imperial guards.

"Zhan Wuque, get out of this prince!"

The Seventh Prince rode a war horse that was one and a half tall, and carried five hundred imperial guards with great momentum.

Passers-by were so scared that they gave in.

Even warriors with strong cultivation have to retreat.

On the one hand, this is the imperial guards and belongs to the royal family.

On the other hand, there are several powerful martial spirit masters and a prince who are leading the way. Who dares to have an accident for no reason?

The Seventh Prince is wearing a golden python robe. Anyone who knows a little bit knows that this is worn by the prince in the royal family.

"Not good, it's exposed!"

Liao Qingqing and Shangguan Wan'er's faces changed.

"Why did they come so quickly!"

Chu Rou's face looked ugly.

"It's the imperial guard!"

Pang Long walked out of the house.

He has been recuperating for the past two days and has not gone out.

"It's all my fault," Shangguan Wan'er blamed herself very much.

"You guys go first, I'll stop them!"

Pang Long said in a deep voice.

After recuperation, his injuries have recovered and have the power to fight.

But he also knows that two fists cannot beat four hands.

The other party was obviously prepared and could not stop it by himself alone.

Only one person can be guaranteed to be one person.

"Break their formation for me!"

The seventh prince shouted loudly.

A group of imperial guards rushed up immediately and attacked the formation outside the courtyard.
Chapter completed!