In the Palace of Xi Zheng, warm as spring.

From time to time, the sound of crackling core burst from the beating fire, but it does not hinder Li Chen and Sanbao in the Palace of Xi Zheng.

"How many?"

After Li Chen sat down, he opened the door and asked.

Sanbao answered busyly: "This search, found a total of three assassins, one of them was killed due to resistance, and the other two were wounded and caught after being wounded by Jin Yiwei and Yu Linwei."

"Only three?"

Li Chen frowned and said: "The Virgin and the old lady are not among them?"

Sanbao Khan Yan said: "Back to His Royal Highness, temporarily, there is no news yet."

Li Chen's face was cold, but he didn't say anything.

Sometimes, silent and sound is not limited to the mood when men and women get along with. For the power field, the superior person can often put more pressure on the lower head.

Sanbao really felt the pressure and the dissatisfaction from His Royal Highness. He immediately said: "Please ask His Royal Highness to give the slaves some time.

The flies cannot fly out. The two must still be in Beijing, and as long as they are in Beijing, the slaves will inevitably dig three feet to find the two. "

Li Chen looked back and got up indifferently: "Go, the palace must personally examine the two assassins."

His Royal Highness Prince personally tried the assassin.

At this time, naturally, the temple could not let the East Factory prison. Sanbao immediately returned to the East Factory and mentioned the two to the East Palace.

Half an hour later, outside the Palace of Xi Zheng, Li Chen was sitting on the chair moved by Sanbao, wearing a semimonia, holding purple gold and copper -keeping hand -in -hand furnace, looking at the square, being faced with snowflakes as a garbage like a garbage.

Two people who came up with the same.

One tall and one short, one fat and one thin.

It was the strange combination of the initial shot, and it was the culprit of Wan Jiaojiao.

It took a few hours, and the situation was very different.

Li Chen is still Li Chen, Crown Prince of the Great Qin Empire.

Sitting under the eaves of Xi Zheng's Temple like the stars, the rights of the world are the first.

And this fat and thin, but no longer have the style of the masters of the rivers and lakes, and the blood stains are emanating, and their clothes are almost becoming broken. They are thrown into the snow like two dead dogs.

"His Royal Highness, the two have been picked up by the slaves and their feet tendons, like a waste dog." Sanbao said in Li Chen's ears.

Li Chen gave Sanbao a praise, got up and stepped on the snow, stepped down the steps step by step, approaching the two.

After hearing the sound, the fat fat man reluctantly raised his head, and was blinded by the arrow that was blinded by his eyes. The whole face was full of bleeding and eyeballs.

"Prince of the dog! I only hate why I did n’t kill you!"

The fat man who knew that he would die crazyly shouted, and laughed wildly: "But it's worth it, Lao Tzu's sword, I'm afraid you scared you your pants? Hahahaha!"

The golden rushing boots stepped on the snow and fell in front of the fat man who was smiling.

Then one boot was lifted, fell sharply, stepped on the fat man's head, and stepped back the head he raised back to the ground.

"What qualifications do you have, look at this palace?"

The wound collapsed, and the bloody flooding became red around the snow. As Li Chen's feet moved, the fat man screamed heartbreaking. White snow was stained from white into red, and then mixed with the soil on the ground to become black and red.
Chapter completed!