The Pregnancy Energy Is Contrary To Heaven, And My Children Are All Over The World

The Jinpao young master said arrogantly with a playful look on his face.

"So what, I said this is from your store, this is what is from your store."

He held a broken Law Weapon in his hand, and his intentions were naked and undisguised.

Yulong took out a token and said with a cold expression.

"This is a token of His Highness the Nineteenth Prince. If you dare to come here so blatantly to cause trouble, aren't you afraid of being liquidated later?"

The Jinpao young master sneered and said disdainfully.

"Stop fooling me with this thing, Mr. Ming, arrest them all and send them to the Procuratorate.

The three retinues behind the brocade-robed master suddenly erupted with Nascent Soul stage aura, approaching forward.

Several shop stewards looked at them angrily, but they were suppressed by the majestic pressure and could not move at all.

Yulong's face was extremely gloomy, and he glanced at the old man who had not moved, his eyes fearful.

she said angrily.

"How brave, do you know who is behind me?"

Young Master Jinpao said contemptuously.

"The Nineteenth Prince Xiao Ruzhen is still the foreign Soul Formation monk, so what? Even if the Heavenly King comes, I must abide by the dynasty laws in Luojing City!"

Yulong's heart moved.

This person seemed to be a playboy, but in fact he came prepared and had already investigated the background of Honglin Pavilion.

It seems that the people behind him are not afraid of Xiao Ruzhen, and they are even less afraid of a Soul Formation Late Stage monk.

Looking at the entire Yue Kingdom, there are only a handful of such people.

Seeing that the three subordinates were about to capture her daughter, Yulong couldn't bear it anymore. She raised her hands and made a secret to use Divine Ability.

She planned to make this matter a big deal, and it would be best if the whole city knew about it, so that this group of people would not dare to do anything blatantly.

It's a pity that her cultivation level is slightly worse.

The old man who had never moved just reached out and grabbed the air, and a dark iron rope stretched out from the void, tightly binding her and Lin Xiuxiu.

The brocade-robed young master showed an evil smile on his face and stepped forward.

"It is a pity that such a lovely mother and daughter should be sent to the Procuratorate to be tortured.

At this moment, an extremely cold voice sounded in his ears.

"What did you say? Say it again if you can."

The Jinpao Master's expression suddenly changed, his body trembled, and he slowly turned his head, only to see a young man in white standing at the door of Honglin Pavilion.

He couldn't see this person's cultivation level, but just one word made him feel like he was struck by lightning, and his heart trembled, as if a big hand had pinched his heart, and he could open it with just a little force.

"You...who are you?"

"Even I don't know, yet you dare to come here to act wild and seek death!"

Lin Zijun stood at the door, reached out and grabbed the air, and a pound of suction came from his palm.

The young master in brocade robe lost control of his body and fell to the ground. He dragged himself across the ground in a panic, hit the threshold hard, and fell directly into the palm of Lin Zijun's hand, where he held his head down.

Young Master Jinpao grimaced in pain, and seven or eight bones in his body were broken.

he said in panic.

"Do you know who I am? Let me go!"

The faces of the other three subordinates, as well as the old man with the Nascent Soul Great Perfection, suddenly changed dramatically, with a look of horror in their eyes.

The old man immediately clasped his fists and spoke.

"Senior, this is Prince Jing..."

Before he finished speaking, there was an explosion, and the head of the young master in brocade robe exploded in the street like a watermelon.

The white and red ones flowed to the ground, not staining a corner of the white clothes.

The people watching all around suddenly screamed in fear and became chaotic.

"Sarilang, Sarirang!"

The old man and the three servants in the store stared at the headless body of the Jinpao Master. Their eyes widened, their hearts thumped, and they sank to the bottom.

If the young master dies, they will not be able to protect him as bodyguards, and even if he does not die, he will still have to shed his skin.

Lin Zijun clapped his hands and waved his hand, and the headless body flew to the street.

He looked indifferent and didn't care about the other person's identity.

Lin Zijun dared to kill even the emperor if he dared to take advantage of his wife and daughter.

Then, he raised his hand to grab it again.

The four Nascent Soul monks who had been extremely arrogant and suppressing everything just now flew out of the attic without any resistance and knelt heavily in front of Lin Zijun.

"UH..."

Just as the old man was about to plead for mercy, Lin Zijun slapped his kneecap to pieces.

Just killing them like this seems a bit too cheap for them.

These few people can be used to establish authority and let people know that Honglin Pavilion is not someone to be trifled with.

In the pavilion, everyone was restrained and dispersed. Yulong and Lin Xiuxiu looked happy and immediately stepped forward to greet them.

"Dad, these guys are so hateful, they deserve to die!"

Lin Zijun touched Lin Xiuxiu's head and comforted her.

"It's not difficult to kill them, but it's a bit troublesome to solve them once and for all."

Yulong asked with worry in his eyes.

"I just heard them say that that man is the son of Prince Jing. If you kill him like this, will it cause a lot of trouble?"

Lin Zijun had already searched the soul of the young master in brocade robes before killing him, and saw clearly the man's origin and purpose.

Prince Jing is the fourth son of the current emperor. Like the third prince, he has been fighting in the border military camp all year round and has made great military exploits for the Yue Kingdom.

Although Mr. Jinpao is the son of Prince Jing, this matter has nothing to do with Prince Jing. Today, Prince Jing is still guarding the southeastern border, tens of thousands of miles away.

There was no way he would send his son to provoke Lin Zijun.

"Don't some people just want me to cause some trouble? Then I will cause them to see it."

Lin Zijun said with a gloomy expression.

"Keep these people here for now, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, his figure disappeared in a flash, and when he reappeared, he was at the residence of Prince Jing.

The huge mansion covers an extremely vast area and is extremely luxurious. There are hundreds of pavilions and pavilions. The maids and servants coming and going in the mansion are shuttled through the corridors.

Lin Zijun swept his consciousness and directly caught Tian Qiping from among thousands of maids.

These seventeen people had all had relations with the Jinpao Master, and they had all mentioned Honglin Pavilion.

How could an ordinary maid know about Honglin Pavilion?

It was obvious that they were arranged by someone else to deliberately approach the prince, either to kill someone with a borrowed knife or to frame him.

After Lin Zijun searched for souls, he frowned and found that there was indeed something wrong with these seventeen people.

Their memories have been erased, and they have no memory of ever mentioning Honglin Pavilion to the prince.

Lin Zijun narrowed his eyes slightly, and his powerful consciousness enveloped the entire Prince Jing's palace.

After a moment, his consciousness locked onto a middle-aged man who looked like a butler.

On the surface, the middle-aged man looked like an ordinary Nascent Soul monk, but in fact, he hid his cultivation and was actually a strong man in the early stage of Soul Formation.

There must be something strange about why the dignified Soul Formation monk is hiding his cultivation and lurking in Prince Jing's Mansion.

Lin Zijun's figure flashed and he immediately appeared in front of the middle-aged man. Before he could react, he reached out his hand and touched his forehead.

The middle-aged man looked shocked. He just wanted to take action, but he was unable to move.

"You...son".