"Go, go, I will keep a good eye on him." After saying that, Dumpling pressed the acupuncture points of a seriously injured assassin, making him unable to move.
Yu Buhuan re-tied the broken rope and shouted to the man hanging on the cliff: "Hold the rope."
Jiao Li breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed the rope hanging in the air.
"What are you eating...it's so heavy." Yu Buhuan's heels sank into the snow, his upper body tilted, and his back almost touched the ground.
With a whoosh, Jiao Li leaped out with the help of his strength.
The moment I saw the sun, all the haze disappeared, leaving only the excitement.
Yu Buhuan suddenly lost weight and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Chu Yuan ran over to help her.
But as soon as he stood firmly, Yu Buhuan immediately prepared for battle.
She has already suffered a loss once, and she will never allow herself to suffer a second time.
The two looked at each other, and Jiao Li passed her by as if nothing had happened.
Looking at the man walking towards him, the man in snow clothes showed an expression of 'unfortunate'. Although he knew that he was bound to die, this man made him feel that life would be worse than death.
Jiao Li's figure covered the man in snow, and the corners of his mouth curved up into a careless smile: "Who sent you here?"
Yu Buhuan and Chu Yuan both stepped forward and looked at the snow-clad assassin fiercely.
"Father, his acupuncture points were tapped."
"Then untie him."
"No, he will bite his tongue and commit suicide." Dumpling vowed.
The man in snow clothes was immediately frightened, as if to say, have you seen all this?
"Oh!" Jiao Li said in a long and meaningful tone, leaning down with a smile: "Since you can bite your tongue, I have no choice but to offend you."
Before the man in snow clothes could react, he felt a sharp pain in his jaw, and Jiao Li broke the man's jaw with his bare hands.
Jiao Li clapped his hands as if he was done: "This way I won't be able to bite you."
"Yeah." Dumpling nodded seriously.
Chu Yuan was used to killing, so this method was nothing to him. He helped the assassin to open his acupuncture point and said, "You can question him now."
The assassin's jaw trembled and he looked at Chu Yuan with tears.
As if begging him to give me a happy life.
Chu Yuan did not pull down the other party's mask, but asked directly: "Who sent you here?"
The man in snow clothes subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but he saw a child smiling at him. He had never seen such a cute and evil child again. Once he shook his head, he might even break the bones in his neck.
"If you can't say it, just write it down." Chu Yuan said gently.
The assassin sniffed and stretched his trembling hands to the ground.
Three words were written one stroke at a time.
kill me!
"You tell me first before I can kill you." Dumpling persuaded him innocently, holding his little arms.
The assassin was completely desperate.
If I had known this was the case, I shouldn't have come to assassinate him today.
"Who knows your whereabouts today?" Yu Buhuan suddenly asked.
Chu Yuan thought for a while and slowly said the name: "Xiaoyao King Ni Jun."
Yu Buhuan was reluctant to believe this fact.
"Did someone named Ni Jun send you here?" Dumpling pushed the assassin, trying to confirm the truth.
The assassin broke out in a cold sweat, but didn't say a word.
"It's not him." Chu Yuan was determined.
"Why?" Yu Buhuan asked.
Before Chu Yuan could answer, Jiao Li spoke first: "King Xiaoyao will not kill in winter."
