Upon hearing this, everyone around gasped in astonishment. The Embroidered-Robed Envoy?
Over the years, the Holy Sect has not suffered any losses at the hands of the Embroidered-Robed Envoys. This is the most mysterious and notorious organization in the imperial court. Anyone who is targeted by the Embroidered-Robed Envoys is doomed to die.
Wang Cong's expression changed, but as a direct disciple, he reacted quickly: "Hehe, you say so? And where did you get that information from?"
“Of course she told me.” Zu An grabbed Zhang Zitong by the back of the neck from behind.
Zhang Zitong cried out, clearly in pain. Many people in the audience who felt sorry for her felt sorry for her, thinking that this guy was really rude.
Wang Cong laughed: "Haha, who doesn't know that Embroidered-Robe Envoys are all tough guys? Even if they can't win, they'll bite into poison and commit suicide beforehand. If she were really a Silver-Rank Embroidered-Robe Envoy, how could she have fallen into your hands and even told you her identity?"
“You don’t understand. When you’ve completely lifted a woman to the clouds, she’ll be completely obedient to you,” Zu’an said with a smile.
Zhang Zitong's cheeks were flushed red. Outsiders thought she was extremely ashamed and indignant, but in reality, she was not so much indignant as she was a little ashamed. She thought to herself, "How can Lord Eleven just say such things? I was worried that he, a novice, would not look like a lecher."
The Eleventh Prince is truly amazing; he can impersonate anyone so perfectly.
Upon hearing Zuan's answer, a chorus of boos erupted from the surrounding crowd, clearly indicating that they didn't quite believe he had the ability.
Many people even whistled and laughed, saying, "Pang Biao, who doesn't know you're all talk and no action? You think you can conquer a silver-ranked embroidered-clothes soldier?"
"Yes, they bullied a little girl and then made up such a lie."
...
Hearing the crowd's doubts, Zuan simply threw out a token.
The laughter on the ship immediately fell silent as everyone's gaze fell upon the token. The runes of the special divine beast on it exuded a chilling aura, inspiring fear in all who saw it. This was the oppressive force brought about by the Embroidered-Robed Envoys' pursuit of the Holy Sect disciples over the years.
"It really is a silver medal embroidered robe!"
At this moment, everyone's gaze towards Zhang Zitong changed. They no longer showed the same pity as before, but were instead filled with vigilance.
If she really is a Silver-Rank Embroidered Robe, she certainly has the ability to kill all of Fang Biao's men.
It should be noted that those with silver medals and embroidered robes are the best among the embroidered robe envoys. Not only are they highly skilled, but they are also equipped with excellent gear, including various magical artifacts provided by the imperial court. This makes them invincible among those of the same level and even allows them to challenge those of higher levels.
At this moment, Li Feiqing stepped forward again: "Excuse my bluntness, since she could kill all your men, she could naturally kill you. So how did she fall into your hands? Did you capture her, or was she holding her hostage?"
Now even Pan Qiaoqiao began to have doubts, and everyone subtly surrounded Zu An in the center.
Zuan frowned; these guys were really troublesome.
At that moment, Zhang Zitong's voice came through the phone: "Pinch me..."
Zu An was taken aback, but Zhang Zitong had already subtly guided his hand to her chest.
Zu An reacted quickly, roughly rubbing her a few times: "Haha, what's so difficult about that? Although this woman has a high cultivation level, she is still a woman. How can she possibly withstand my improved version of 'Eighteen Degrees of Spring Breeze'?"
Zhang Zitong let out a soft moan, feeling a jolt of electricity instantly coursing through her body, almost causing her to go limp.
Even though I knew it was all an act, my heart still fluttered when Eleventh Master did this to me.
“I see,” Pan Qiaoqiao nodded with a smile. She knew that Fang Biao had this drug on him. “This little sister seems to have been completely conquered by you. She got aroused just from a pinch.”
The others also dispelled their doubts. If this woman had taken Fang Biao hostage, how could she allow him to knead dough so wantonly?
Zu An reached out and hugged Pan Qiaoqiao, smiling smugly: "Of course, Senior Sister Pan, would you like to give it a try?"
"I'm afraid your kidneys won't be able to handle it." Pan Qiaoqiao twisted her waist and giggled as she dodged his Lu Shan's claws.
Zhang Zitong bit her lip, thinking to herself that the Eleventh Master was getting more and more into the role.
Seeing this, the other factions gradually dispersed, only sighing that Fang Biao had turned misfortune into blessing, getting such a beautiful woman, and a silver-embroidered one at that; just thinking about it was exciting.
Many people even maliciously speculated that Fang Biao, the notoriously weak-willed prince, could really deliver the silver-embroidered robe and the eighteen degrees of spring breeze. They thought he probably had his subordinates do it for him, and then killed them to protect his reputation.
Those in the demonic cult were already used to this.
Many disciples in Yin Yang were even somewhat pleased, because with those people dead, the position next to Young Master Biao was vacant, and they could take over.
"sail!"
Just as Pan Qiaoqiao gave the order, Fatty Hu shouted, "Wait!"
He immediately approached Zu An and asked, "Young Master Biao, was there a man named Lu Ren who helped this young lady beside you?"
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