Chapter 1891 Assassinating Wang Ling (1/92)

Wang Muyu had been doing his duty these days and obeying all orders, just hoping to see Wang Ling and Sun Rong as soon as possible. As a result, the days passed by day by day, but he didn't expect that he would be stood up again.

He was not an ignorant child, and he immediately knew that Wang Ling and Sun Rong might have encountered some trouble.

Thinking of his extremely realistic dream a few days ago, his seven-colored dragon heart was immediately hanging.

The prophetic dreams of the dragon clan may not be as accurate as Wang Ling's, but the probability of hitting is also not low. He dreamed of someone stabbing Wang Ling in the back.

The white knife went in, the red knife came out, and it pierced Wang Ling's heart directly from behind, and then stirred in his chest in a strange spiral.

This nightmare made Wang Muyu wake up with sweat all over his head at the time. He knew very clearly that this was a prophecy, symbolizing that Wang Ling would be assassinated.

But fortunately, he has now received a reply from the Crispy Noodle Taoist.

He knew that his father Wang Ling was not abnormal, but might be entangled in a troublesome incident, and it would take some time to get out of it.

Wang Muyu breathed a sigh of relief and looked out the window. He was the only one in the huge Sun family castle and the bedroom that was as big as several living rooms. The feeling of missing and loneliness surged in his heart in an instant.

The high-tech toys and various imported snacks and drinks that Grandpa Sun carefully prepared in the bedroom became boring at this moment.

The maids in the Sun family castle all had standard professional smiles, and Wang Muyu could see that no matter what kind of questions he asked, the other party had a set of standard words to answer, so it was impossible for people to vent their anger on this group of people.

Wang Muyu rang the bell, and soon a maid pushed the door open. He stared out the window and asked, "When will Grandpa Sun come back?"

The maid thought for a moment and answered patiently, "Master Muyu, don't worry. The master may be on his way back, or he may not be on his way back yet. Whether he will come back or not, we can only know it after waiting for a few hours or longer, when the gate of the castle is opened..."

Wang Muyu: "..."

Sure enough, the reply was the same as before.

Although he had figured out the language system of this group of servants, Wang Muyu was still devastated. He only needed to know whether he would come back, not come back, or when he would come back, but this group of people gave him a Schrödinger's cat answer, and even the reply was full of philosophical thinking. This life was really unbearable.

"I want to go out." Wang Muyu sighed. He couldn't wait any longer and prepared to leave.

"Master Muyu, it's dangerous for you to go out now. It's already so late. Why don't you just wait here. If you go out..."

Just when the maid wanted to continue arguing with him, Wang Muyu interrupted her bluntly: "Okay, then I'll be obedient and I won't go out."

"That's good." The maid nodded with satisfaction and then stepped back from the bedroom.

Wang Muyu knew that he would definitely not be able to go out if he applied to go out normally, so he had to trick the maid first.

Now he knew the location of Crispy Noodle Taoist, and his current idea was to leave a clone in the Sun Family Castle so that the real body could go out and meet Wang Ling.

As a result, just as he was about to leave, a familiar and cold breath pierced through the air outside the Sun Family Castle, almost immediately making Wang Muyu alert to the extreme.

The seven-colored dragon horns on his head could no longer be retracted. Under the sudden pressure, they instantly grew out from the two corners of his forehead, glowing with seven-colored glass-like fantasy colors, presenting a beautiful fluorescent color in the night, which was particularly conspicuous.

"It's you..." Wang Muyu looked alert, staring at a certain direction outside the window.

A figure with dragon wings on his back, covered in moonlight, landed, as if he was teleported here. The man wore familiar diamond gloves and held a black umbrella, with a domineering look in his eyes.

Wang Muyu didn't expect Jingze to choose to appear again at this time. The affairs of the Saint Clan have not been fully understood, and these resurrected dragon descendants are looking for trouble again.

This made Wang Muyu feel a little annoyed. The main reason was that his travel was blocked. He wanted to see Wang Ling, but he was stopped at this time.

Jingze crossed his arms, soaring in the air, showing a cold smile: "Every grievance has its perpetrator, and the rest of the people in this castle have nothing to do with me, as long as you follow me, it's fine."

"Do you still want to be beaten?" Wang Muyu stared at Jingze: "You alone are not my opponent!"

"You haven't fully grown up yet. As long as that person is not here, it's still unknown who will win." Jingze smiled.

It was not until this time that Wang Muyu realized that this was actually a plan designed from the beginning. Jingze and his group were just playing a time difference, intending to take advantage of the time when Wang Ling, Sun Rong and the other core members of the Zhan Zong were in the world where the mysterious text was, and wait for an opportunity to attack.

Their real target was to come to him from the beginning, but because he was silent for a long time, it was a little unexpected.

It can only be said that Baizhe's personality has changed. He is really not the Baizhe of the past. Such a sophisticated layout design requires a lot of patience to succeed.

In the past, Bai Zhe was an impatient person. He always thought that he was invincible and that there would be no problem for him to deal with Wang Ling. However, he was beaten every time he acted in a hurry.

Now Baizhe has grown up after repeated failures and has become an outstanding strategist.

This is indeed a bit unexpected.

At this time, Wang Muyu's expression became serious. He stared at Jingze who was above the void. He always felt that the other party had become stronger than before, a change that was almost reborn.

Obviously, the time interval was not too long. According to the time conversion of the human cultivation world, it was not even a month before and after, but he could grow to this point.

However, Wang Muyu was not panicked because of this. Jingze did become stronger, but he seemed to be playing during this period, but in fact he had also undergone various hard training!

"It seems that you don't want to go with me, so I have to take you back by force."

The next second, Jingze made a move. He had no mercy. His move was endless lightning and fire. With a snap of his fingers, thunder surged in the sky, and the thousands of thunders turned into a cage and covered Wang Muyu.

"Hmph."

Wang Muyu snorted, opened the window, and jumped out with his small body.

The next moment, the beautiful colorful dragon behind him opened up, forming an unbreakable barrier in front of him. The moment the electric prison approached, he waved his dragon wings and smashed the prison into pieces.

He was a master who had gathered the genes of thousands of dragons. Wang Muyu thought Jingze was a little whimsical to want to trap him with such an electric prison.

However, his expression never relaxed, because he looked at Jingze's calm and self-assured expression, and always felt that the other party was prepared. He was afraid that something more unexpected was waiting for him next.

What should I do? Should I find Aunt Nuan...

At this time, Wang Muyu thought in his heart.