The people who poured into the deep house quickly dispersed, and the chaos became calm again.
But no one can be calm.
The wealthy man standing in the room took a deep breath and sat down.
"Do you think I raised my son well? Or not well?" he asked.
Zhike sighed: "Those two young men said that after learning that Miss Qixing was assassinated outside the capital, the young master became suspicious and picked a few of them to watch what was going on in the hall."
The wealthy man touched his chin: "Tell me, what's so suspicious about this? In order to hide our identity over the years, our Jingcheng Tangtang has been cut off from the outside world and ignored us. Why is he suspicious of this matter?"
"
Although it was not appropriate to say this at this time, Zhike still couldn't help but said: "Maybe the young master cares too much about that young lady." He then persuaded softly, "It is human nature for a young man to admire Ai."
The wealthy man had a complex expression: "I still locked him up too tightly. He has never seen a woman."
Zhike no longer mentions women's affairs, but should solve the immediate trouble first.
"Liu Yan has a special identity, and he was attacked in broad daylight. If this matter is not resolved properly, we will not be able to hide the identity of Huixianlou." Zhike said in a low voice.
If it was known at this time that Liu Yan was going to arrest the leader of the Mo clan, then Gao Xiaoliu's motive for attacking Liu Yan would be suspicious.
The main thing is to arouse His Majesty's suspicion, which would be bad.
The rich man naturally knew it, so he stretched out his hand and rubbed his face several times.
"What an unfilial son." He said, sighing deeply, "Go there in person and tell Liu Yan that I won't bother him and go in person this time. I will give him an explanation."
His voice was cold when he said this.
"Removing harm to the people, what does harm mean? Does harm in her eyes mean harm? Is she the will of heaven? Acting on behalf of heaven and not overestimating one's own abilities will cost you."
Zhike understood and said: "Since the officers and soldiers cannot be used, I will arrange the manpower and pretend to be a killer alliance." When he said this, he looked resentful and said, "Young Master hurt his hand, she must hurt her arm to be worthy of him.
"
Except for the young master's hand, the killer alliance was wiped out, and the master was bound to give out some of the profits in order to appease Liu Yan.
It has only been a long time since this woman's family business, which she has worked so hard for all these years, is about to be ruined.
Zhike turned around to leave, then stopped and asked: "That young master..."
The wealthy man said coldly: "Let him get his wish and go to the cell to stay."
Zhike responded and turned away, but this time he was stopped by the wealthy man.
In the dark room, the wealthy man sighed softly and asked, "Is the injury serious?"
Zhike also sighed, raised his palm and turned it around: "Isn't it heavy? It has to penetrate both palms, and it takes a lot of force. If our doctor had been a little longer, this hand would be useless."
The wealthy man remained silent.
"Don't worry, sir, we have arranged for Dr. Lin to take personal care of the young master."
The wealthy man waved his hand and Zhike withdrew.
…
…
The gray-white sword light kept moving through the crowd.
She had a weapon, but it seemed no different from that rainy night, and it was impossible to see her drawing the sword clearly.
A sword light struck, and the surrounding auras trembled. Zhu Lao Er and Zhu Lao San merged into one, and moved the sword in their hands three times, three times, three times, left, three, four, and dozens of moves in an instant, tearing away the restricted sword energy.
The figures of the two sides collided with each other, followed by a sharp clang, followed by Zhu Laoer's scream.
"My sword—"
The sword he swung was cut off by the sword in Qixing's hand.
The two merged into one, Zhu Lao Er and Zhu Lao San, were also split apart by the sword energy. Zhu Lao San retreated in time, but Zhu Lao Er was a step too late, and his arms seemed to be tightly wrapped by the sword energy, unable to move.
Zhu Laoer looked in front of him in horror. The shadow of the sword dispersed, and the seven stars and the sword in his hand were very clear, getting clearer and clearer, until——
There was a soft pop.
The long gray sword penetrated his chest.
Like a broken bamboo, Zhu Laoer let out a half-scream, then fell to the ground motionless.
Zhu Laosan, who was standing at the back and was about to step forward, stepped back with fear on his face.
"Up, up, up -" he screamed repeatedly, "Come up, everyone -"
This woman was too powerful to confront her directly. The other killers rushed forward, while Zhu Laosan hid behind and made sneak attacks from time to time.
But his idea was very good. When he gave the order, there were footsteps and shouts outside.
"right here--"
"Kill--"
"Miss Qixing——"
More than a dozen people rushed in. Looking at the corpses on the ground and the almost invisible woman surrounded by more than 20 people, they rushed in without hesitation.
Zhu Laosan's face turned green. After losing the elder Zhu Lao and then the second Zhu Lao, the three brothers' combined fighting strength had long been gone. Looking at the killers who kept falling, he suddenly withdrew the sword in his hand.
, turned around and ran.
But as soon as he took a step, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. He lowered his head and saw the long sword.
This was probably the first time he saw the sword clearly.
There is indeed a streak of gray on its sword. It is soaked in blood at this moment, and the gray is looming, as if it is sucking blood, which is weird and terrifying.
How terrible. With this thought, the long sword was pulled out, Zhu Laosan fell down, and his vision became nothingness.
Qixing raised her head and looked around. The boss Zhu who was standing under the eaves, shouting and ordering people to kill here and there, was gone. She sniffed the bloody smell in the air and chased him in one direction.
Having lost his hands, Boss Zhu was not as skilled as before, but he thought that by relying on the narrow paths, he could escape from the pursuers. As long as he reached another hiding place, no one would be able to find him.
Unexpectedly, just after climbing halfway up the mountain, there was a sound behind me.
He himself is a killer who is good at chasing and killing. He can tell when his ears move that the pursuers are arriving.
He turned around and saw a sword light cutting off the dead branches, and the next moment a figure jumped up.
The forest is deep and the leaves are dense, and the sunlight is dappled, but now Mr. Zhu can recognize the woman with his eyes closed.
That lingering demon!
He knew he couldn't escape, and that was the case with him. The person he wanted to kill couldn't escape at all, unless he could offer enough value to seduce him.
Boss Zhu stopped and turned around without waiting for Qixing to catch up.
"You are a descendant of Momen——" he shouted sharply, "I have a secret to tell you——"
But as soon as he opened his mouth, a sudden change occurred, the surrounding branches and leaves shook violently, and a dart as thin as a cicada's wing slid past his neck.
Qixing leapt to the ground, only to see that half of Zhu Lao's head was cut off, half of it was tilted, and half of it was bleeding suddenly. His mouth was open as if he wanted to say something, and his face was full of pain...
Qixing raised his hand and swung his sword, cutting the rest of Boss Zhu's neck, ending his pain.
As the head fell to the ground, Qixing chased it in one direction in the forest.
The branches and leaves are swaying and the mountain wind is sweeping.
…..
…..
The sound of wind, branches and leaves, the chirping of wild birds and mountain animals seemed to be constant.
The seven or eight people hiding behind a rock halfway up the mountain looked nervous, but also a little confused.
"Another group of people came from the other side of the mountain, and the killing was even more fierce." One person whispered.
Another person whispered: "I think that killing alone was more powerful before."
The two commented and then looked aside: "Master Zhu, are we just going to watch like this?"
Zhu Chuan, who was leaning against the rocks and holding a piece of grass in his mouth, glared at them: "It doesn't look good? It's so relaxing."
but--
"Those are the ink disciples and killers." One person said.
These two are both bandits wanted by the government.
Zhu Chuan roared again: "What does the government's duties have to do with our Duchasi!"
What others wanted to say, the person in charge of the warning suddenly shouted: "Someone is coming."
The laughing man looked solemn, and Zhu Chuan also sat up straight. The mountain breeze swayed the branches and leaves, but before anyone could see clearly, there was a sound.
"Zhu Chuan."
The female voice is clear and clear, like the singing of birds in the forest.
But Zhu Chuan didn't feel happy at all, his body was tense and his face was stiff.
The soldiers and guards around him were silent, waiting for his order.
Zhu Chuan remained motionless.
The trees shook, and a figure appeared not far away.
"Zhu Chuan." She called again.
Why are you shouting? If you find him, you will find it. He is not surprised, let alone afraid. At worst, there will be another fight.
Zhu Chuan clenched his hands, stood up slowly, looked at the visitor, and said from his throat: "Yes."
Isn't this "um" a powerful sound? It seems to be saying hello? Zhu Chuan was annoyed in his heart. He felt the gazes of the guards around him focused on him. The figure who appeared saw him and did not come closer.
"Take it," she said, raising her hand.
What? Zhu Chuan was stunned for a moment, and then he saw a light flying over.
sword!
chill!
murderous look!
The atmosphere around him was stagnant, and Zhu Chuan subconsciously held down his weapon.
With a clang, the six-foot sword was embedded in the gap in the rock in front of him.
