Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter-Chapter 1041 - 1037 Assisting the Tyrant Deserves to

Chapter 1041: Chapter 1037: Assisting the Tyrant, Deserves to Die!_1

Chapter 1041 -1037: Assisting the Tyrant, Deserves to Die!_1

“Shibao!”

Lin Qingluo glanced at the huge pit about 100 meters deep, concentrated for a few seconds, rose into the air on her sword, and summoned the little stele spirit.

“I’m here.”

Shibao’s chubby white body appeared before everyone as the Blessed Land flew out of the Golden Core.

“Shibao, please.”

Lin Qingluo pointed to the deep pit below.

“Okay.”

Shibao circled around the pit, and with his chubby fingers made a closing gesture.

The huge pit visibly closed at the speed visible to the naked eye.

“Shibao is mighty!”

“Shibao is awesome.”

“Shibao is the best!”

Wang Meng, Shitou, Feng Yi, and the three senior brothers’ eyes brightened, looking up and barking praises for the little stele spirit without reservation.

“Hehe.”

Shibao sat on his master’s shoulder, swinging his short legs happily.

“The state preceptor is dead, and now, it’s the Beiqi Monarch.”

Lin Qingluo descended from mid-air on her sword, looking in the direction of the Hall of Pure Heart while a sharp murderous intent flashed in her eyes.

“Charge in and capture the Beiqi Monarch alive!”

Lin Jinzhou waved his arm and rushed towards the Hall of Peaceful Harmony first.

“Capture the Beiqi Monarch alive!”

“Avenge our fallen brothers!”

The Lin Clan’s army surged with emotion and followed closely, pouring forward like a tidal wave.

Lin Yixuan glared in the direction of the Hall of Pure Heart, his fists clenched and veins bulging.

“Yixuan, blood must be paid with blood.”

Lin Qingluo patted his shoulder, her eyes cold as ice and frost: “Use the dagger left by your father to stab the enemy in the heart, and avenge him.”

“Mhm.”

Lin Yixuan nodded vigorously, pulled out the dagger from his Storage Bag, and clutched it tightly in his hand.

“Let’s go, sister will accompany you to the Hall of Pure Heart.”

Lin Qingluo grabbed his hand, and with a flash, they were dozens of meters away.

Lin Jinzhou was the first to rush into the Hall of Peaceful Harmony, unsurprisingly encountering a bloody slaughter.

Ten Tiger-Devourer Guards protecting the Beiqi Monarch appeared from the shadows, their swords gleaming with a chilling murderous intent, cutting through his nerves.

In an instant, his body was covered with multiple wounds, and blood soaked his clothes.

“Third Brother, we’re here to help!”

Lin Jinyun, Wang Meng, Shitou, and Feng Yi followed suit, fearlessly confronting the Tiger-Devourer Guards.

“Hmph, they are the ones who helped the evil and stole the baby.”

Little Kingfisher flew into the hall like a swift bolt of lightning, glaring at the Tiger-Devourer Guards, her dark and agile eyes clearly filled with hatred.

“Indiscriminate, helping the tyrants, deserve to die!”

Lin Qingluo appeared out of thin air and chopped out a sword mercilessly, blowing away the nearest Tiger-Devourer Guard with a single stroke.

“Huh.”

Little Kingfisher assisted with a divine attack, spraying scorching sparks, shooting through one Tiger-Devourer Guard’s eyebrows.

One person and one bird cooperated seamlessly, with dazzling sword light and sparks in their eyes.

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In an instant, ten Tiger-Devourer Guards had all fallen.

“The Beiqi Monarch is not in the hall.”

Lin Jinyun led his troops to search the hall and found no trace of the Beiqi Monarch.

“He’s in the Cold Palace.”

Lin Yixuan suddenly revealed a resentful look: “There’s a secret passage beneath the Cold Palace, and ten more Tiger-Devourer Guards protect him as they flee toward the outskirts of the city.”

“Pursue!”

Lin Qingluo didn’t hesitate at all, gripping his hand tightly and disappearing on the spot.

“To the Cold Palace.”

Lin Jinzhou waved his arm, leading a group of soldiers towards the Cold Palace.

“Let’s go too.”

Wang Meng, Feng Yi, and Shitou exchanged glances, the three senior brothers understanding each other, and dashed out of the hall like a gust of wind.

*

Cold Palace.

The traces of the fire still remained, and the residuals of blood on the broken walls looked particularly striking under the dark night.