Chapter 539: Resistance

"Daddy, daddy, open the door quickly, daddy! Daddy, daddy, daddy!"

The knock on the door was like a drum, startling the two people who were moving in the room and almost fell off the bed.

After putting on his clothes in a hurry, the Imperial Master quickly opened the door and said anxiously: "What's wrong Zhan'er, what happened, Bai Chen is here?!"

"Dad, let me in first!"

Mo Zhan hurriedly rushed into the room, closed the door, and regardless of the surprised expression of the little maid wrapped in a quilt on the bed, he took two sips of herbal tea and said breathlessly: "Dad, Bai, Bai Chen is here! "

"What?!"

Hearing this, the Imperial Master's eyes suddenly trembled, and he couldn't help but shuddered: "You said he is here?!"

"right!"

After taking a few hard breaths, Mo Zhan's face became increasingly gloomy, and he described the previous events in detail.

After listening to his words, the Imperial Master's face froze with incomparable fear, and the fear in his eyes became even heavier.

In his entire life, this was the first time that he was forced into this position by an enemy, and that enemy was actually just a nineteen-year-old kid with no background!

Up to now, with Bai Chen's strength, walking between the Imperial Master's Mansion is almost unobstructed, and he has been here twice, and not a single guard can see him.

If the previous incident triggered the theory of ghosts and gods, now, for everyone in the Imperial Prefect's Mansion, this Bai Chen is even more terrifying than ghosts and gods!

Forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, but his palms were still trembling. Mo Zhan thought deeply, suddenly raised his head, and said with some complaint: "Dad, if you want me to tell you, you should tell grandpa and let him send it." The strong man comes and takes care of that Bai Chen!"

Hearing this, the Imperial Master was obviously hesitant, but after being silent for a long time, he still sighed silently: "Oh! Originally, I didn't want to bother your grandpa. After all, he was already very tired from helping Master Feng Wang take care of the Phoenix Temple. , and Tianfeng has always been opposed to Phoenix Temple taking action against Bai Chen, and her daughter’s thoughts are known to everyone. However, if this continues, we will really be played to death by Bai Chen..."

"That's right! Besides, dad, do you think grandpa will agree to Chu Junran and Bai Chen getting together? Moreover, Tianfeng has such a high prestige in the Phoenix Temple, and there are countless people who like her. Presumably these people have already I already hate Bai Chen to the core!"

"You're right! Dad will send someone to send you a letter right now, no! A hundred letters! I must send the letter to your grandpa!"

The Imperial Master put on his clothes, came to Mo Zhan, touched Mo Zhan's cheek with tears in his eyes, and said dotingly: "Zhan'er, you are everything to me, don't think too much, just let it out here." Vent your anger and go to bed early. After dad arranges things, go to your mother's place to sleep."

"Well... take care of yourself, daddy."

Watching the Imperial Master leave, Mo Zhan breathed a sigh of relief. His grandfather was the sect protector of the Phoenix Temple, Chu Yuehan! As long as he is willing to help, Bai Chen will definitely die!

Putting back the resentment in his heart, he turned his gaze to the pretty and charming little maid on the bed. Mo Zhan rolled his throat and rubbed his palms. He instantly turned into a wolf with red eyes and flew towards her...

…

The night passes by the long river, and the stars are like a shuttle.

The bright sky just revealed a hint of translucent fish belly white, and the sound of hurried footsteps outside the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion woke Mo Zhan from his sleep.

Hearing the messy steps, he quickly put on his clothes and pushed out the door. There, two guards who had been waiting for a long time turned to look at the sound, and one of them said in a sharp voice: "Young Master, what's going on? , something happened again!”

"I……!"

With a scream in his heart, Mo Zhan hurriedly walked towards the front of the palace.

When he passed through the crowded crowd of guards, the sight in front of him made his eyelids twitch again.

On the lintel of the gate of the Imperial Prefect's Mansion, three rows of blood-stained heads were hung together like lanterns, and he had counted them all, no more, no less, exactly one hundred!

In front of him, the Imperial Preceptor came to him with fear in his eyes, his old eyes full of yellow calluses: "Zhan'er, the messengers sent by dad... were all killed!"

"What!"

Mo Zhan's eyes suddenly became dull.

If you don't let them out and don't let them find someone, isn't it clear that you will slowly kill them?

Mo Zhan, who lowered his head, staggered back two steps feebly, and exclaimed in confusion: "Is there really nothing we can do?"

"Why don't we go find that person..."

"Shh!"

After hearing what the Imperial Preceptor said, Mo Zhan quickly raised his head and interrupted him. He looked around with gloomy eyes, then approached the Imperial Preceptor and whispered: "Dad, just leave this matter to me. Regarding that person, you must not mention it again in the future, otherwise if the Phoenix God Palace finds out, we will also be killed!"

"Oh! Okay, it's all up to you."

The Imperial Master is now desperate. If possible, he really doesn't want to ask that person for help. After all, he has dealt with him several times and he knows how dangerous that person is!

But now he has no choice.

Under Mo Zhan's instructions, two groups of guards came to the gate of the mansion. After several rounds of cleaning up, the Imperial Master's Mansion returned to its former tranquility.

However, this kind of tranquility can only be seen with a cold eye on the surface. Upon closer inspection, everyone has a heartfelt fear during these bizarre events.

In this atmosphere of absolute fear, people were all a little lost. It was hard to believe that Bai Chen could drive everyone in the Imperial Master's Office crazy.

This time, the person Mo Zhan arranged was a very inconspicuous little maid. When he delivered the letter to the maid, he hid a drop of highly poisonous liquid in the palm of his sleeve, secretly into the envelope.

The poor little maid happily accepted a jade bracelet, picked up the envelope, and followed his instructions, pretending to go to the market to buy vegetables, and walked out.

Even she didn't know that when she sent this letter, her little life was about to be lost.

Just as the little maid skipped out of the gate of the Imperial Master's Mansion, in a corner of the street, a young man in black robe smiled happily: "Oh, Mo Zhan, Mo Zhan, you are finally going to contact the so-called Divine Master. !”

Through the conversation with the Patriarch in the Tomb of Tianhai, Bai Chen could roughly guess that this so-called Lord God should be the powerful man installed by Wanchao Pavilion in Fengyan Dynasty. As for him, he has never surfaced, so it must be He was afraid of Mr. Xuan and Feng Shen Temple.

This proves one thing, no matter how strong the God Lord is, he will never be stronger than Mr. Xuan!

As long as his strength is not in the Heavenly Dao realm, Bai Chen has the confidence to continue dealing with him.