Heck, who was seriously injured, approached the Wolf Castle under the escort of a team of assassins. In fact, at the beginning, Heck did not care about Tang Feifan's small tricks, but as time went by, the toxin became more and more intense, and even with his deep energy, it could not be suppressed. He knew that it was a poison specially made by the Tang Sect's method, and it was not the most powerful poison of the Tang Sect. Otherwise, Heck would have died long ago.

"Damn little bastard, I must crush you to ashes!" Heck's face was ferocious. Under the invasion of the toxins, his lips had turned purple and black. While he used not much true energy to suppress the toxins in his body, he cursed Tang Feifan in his heart.

The assassins who guarded him were the most elite in Wolf Castle, so Heck was not worried about his own troubles. However, because of this, he was also worried that the assassins he sent could not solve Tang Feifan. Even if the latter was at the end of his strength, it was hard to guarantee that he would have any trump cards. Even if Heck hated Tang Feifan so much that he had itchy, he had to admit that the latter was indeed insidious and cunning.

The heavy rain poured on Heck, which made him feel uncomfortable and his head was drowsy. He just wanted to go back to Wolf Castle immediately, take a nap immediately after healing, and recuperate for a few more days.

As he was about to reach the Wolf Castle, Heck's ears suddenly stood up, and his originally tired and haggard face immediately became cautious. He waved his hand to stop the team and signaled his men to go and investigate.

The rain sounded loudly, but Heck still caught a muffled sound. His face changed drastically. He quickly asked several assassins around him to lead him in another direction, and the remaining few broke the back.

Soon he heard the sound of swords and swords colliding and slashing. Even though the assassins were masters, they were just assassins after all, and they were very small in number. When they encountered large-scale soldiers, they were quickly submerged, like a stone thrown into a lake, splashing a little water at most.

Heck, who has been struggling in the world for many years, is an old fried dough stick. He immediately figured out who these people are. His heart was angry and almost made the toxins break through. "Samila, you old guy, didn't dare to touch me before, but now you take advantage of the situation. Do you really think I'm so easy to deal with!"

Heck listened to the footsteps of the people getting closer, and stepped away from the assassin beside him, and growled: "You can disperse and deal with them, I can do it alone."

The assassins did not hesitate, scattered, or jumped onto the treetops, waiting for the enemy in the dark. But they were too few and destined to be unable to make any big waves.

Heck didn't expect them to do anything, just to escape more smoothly. At this time, he didn't care about the toxins in his body, and the true energy was circulating, forcing himself to speed up his speed. He ran in the woods, silently, like a black cat.

Samira was also in a bad mood at this time. The reason why he took action himself was because Heck was so cunning and might have run away. However, now, he had no way to set off. He could only hope that his subordinates could catch Heck. Even if they were killed, it didn't matter. They had to see people alive and corpses alive.

The carriage quickly arrived at a corner of Linton City, where there was a not-so-large mansion and there was no plaque of Lingju. It looked like an ordinary merchant family. But Samira suddenly sat upright because he felt the spirit of Lingju. He thought Lingju was just a child, relying on the power of the family, but he didn't expect that he was so strong.

The door opened quickly, and there was only a young man in purple and black robe behind the door. His narrow eyebrows were staring at Samira. His skin was fair and just like ordinary noble children, but it gave people a feeling that he was not close to others, as if something terrible was hidden under the tender skin.

"I'm so sorry, I even called the city lord over in this heavy rainy night." Lingjue smiled, but no one could feel the smile.

"Where is there, Lord Lingjue, please give me instructions." Samira also smiled slightly and was very dissatisfied with Lingjue. He even had the idea of ​​killing this young man who was in trouble, but this intention was fleeting. After all, this person was someone that Linton could not afford to offend.

"Please come in quickly, Lord, it's raining and winding outside, don't catch a cold." Lingjue said and turned around and walked in.

The two sat in the empty hall, and the table was filled with delicacies, all with colors, fragrance and flavor, which made people's index fingers move. But only Lingjue used aluminum knife and fork to taste the delicious food slowly, while Samira just drank from time to time, her face was gloomy, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"I haven't been there for a long time. As expected, I still can't get used to the food here, even though they look delicious." Lingjue put down his knife and fork and gently wiped his mouth with a white background and gold-edged silk cloth.

"If Lord Lingjue is not used to eating, we actually have chefs from the Western continent here..." Samira suddenly remembered a Western chef in Gerho's mansion.

"Oh?" But Lingjue seemed to have no interest in this. "Actually, this time I came to the city lord to seek help."

Samira's eyes lit up, but then she looked embarrassed and said, "Lord Lingjue is very good at hand and eyes. If you have anything to do, you will need my help. I am just a little city lord."

"Hahaha, the city lord is not simple. It's raining heavily this night, and it seems that there is something important." Lingjue glanced at Samira and said, "Don't worry, it's just a little busy. As long as the city lord puts some effort, I will no longer bother the city lord like this. It's really a headache for me."

"As long as it is in Linton, there is nothing that I, Samira, can't do. Lingju might as well say it." Samira sat upright, vaguely expecting it. Although Lingju's words were full of threats, no one could stop him if he had no opponent like Lingju. He could completely control Lindon.

When Tang Feifan opened his eyes again, a warm light immediately surged up, filling his vision, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear. It turned out that he was lying on a soft and white bed at this time, surrounded by the light veil and the scent of fragrance. Just as he was about to sit up, he heard a severe pain, which almost made him faint again. His face suddenly turned pale, and the scream also floated out.

At this time, the sound of water came from behind the screen. The red clothes on the screen were pulled down, and then a slim red figure walked out from behind the screen. Before the red clothes on the first time had to close, I saw a snow-white gully between my high chest, and I could see two snow peaks. Below it were the flat and white abdomen and the slender legs under the skirt...

Even through the window screen, Tang Feifan still saw a lot of things he shouldn't have seen. His face turned red and he immediately turned his head and breathed rapidly.

"Young Master is awake?"

The cold voice came, which not only failed to calm down Tang Feifan, but also made him feel even more angry.
Chapter completed!