Chapter 323: Song Zhao Turns On Massacre Mode 7

Night Breeze was icy cold, but Song Zhao's voice was colder than Night Breeze, like a knife.

Seeing this scene, Fu Nanqian's eyes widened in horror, and his fingers were trembling when he looked closely.

Song Jia Zhaozhao, a delicate girl, actually carries such a dangerous gunpowder weapon as a pistol?

And why does the design of the pistol look familiar?

But Fu Nanqian didn't have time to think about it. He immediately shouted nervously, "Song Jiazhaozhao, you don't want to save people alone, do you? Don't be impulsive. Let's go back and discuss the rescue plan with the governor and your family." Go, or you are going to die!"

Song Zhao leaned over to glance over, the skirt fluttered in the wind.

The Yingying moonlight reflected her delicate face without a trace of warmth.

With lowered eyelids, she uttered evil words, "This time, I don't know who died."

In the depths of winter, the wind is biting.

A black horse galloped through the alley, like a black lightning bolt, galloping away into the dark night.

"Fuck!"

Fu Nanqian could hardly describe his mood.

He felt that Song Jia Zhaozhao must have lost his mind impulsively.

Does she know how terrifying the Ministry of Justice is? Isn't she rushing to send hostages to the other party?

What should I do now?

Fu Nanqian gritted his teeth and said to Wu, "Now go and gather the head arresters and fast arresters of Dali Temple, and let them go to the Ministry of Criminal Justice to rescue the hostages as soon as possible."

Wuzuo limped away.

In the end, Fu Nanqian was afraid that something would happen, so he didn't choose to go to Si Yu first, but got on his own horse and ran after Song Zhao.

If something happened to Song Jia Zhaozhao, he would not live.

"shelf!"

Fu Nanqian tried his best to chase after Song Zhao, thinking that it would be good to stop her.

Yet he overestimated himself too much.

Song Zhao set up the horse so fast that he was almost flying. It was like crossing mountains and crossing mountains and crossing seas.

Fu Nanqian tried his best to breastfeed, but he didn't even catch up with Song Zhao's ass.

Song Zhao first came to the gate of the Ministry of Punishment.

The iron gate was closed tightly, the candlelight was faint, and there was a strange feeling in the darkness.

Song Zhao didn't get off his horse, but coldly took out his handgun, and fired three shots of powerful gunpowder at the iron gate.

The gunpowder exploded three times, directly shaking the iron gate into pieces.

On a quiet night, such a sound can be described as deafening.

Seeing this, Fu Nanqian, who was following up, softened and rolled off the horse.

He helped the running horse whose legs were trembling to stand up, and looked at the delicate girl on the horse with lingering fear.

This is indeed the girl who was favored by the crazy critic, and she is also a crazy critic.

Fu Nanqian is so scared.

Before he breathed a sigh of relief, more than a dozen jailers came out of the iron gate.

They were shocked by the big noise, and thought something big was going to happen, but they only saw a little girl riding a horse and a frail scholar.

The prison guard looked at Song Zhaofan's jade-like face immediately, and the expression on his face suddenly became a bit intriguing, "Where did you come from, you know where this place is, and you are in a hurry to send it to the door for the Lord to enjoy, right? "

Song Zhao didn't even move his eyelids.

She squeezed her wrist, and rolled up the wide sleeves that were in the way, revealing her slender and white arms.

"Where is the person you arrested?" The girl swayed her legs lightly, looking like she was passing by, her idle tone sounded really lacking in deterrence.

The prison guard was taken aback for a moment, thinking of Song Jinfu who had just been captured, and looking carefully at Song Zhao's appearance and temperament, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The people of the Song family got the news so soon?