Boyi was distracted and guarding the door of Wu Xin's house.
I saw the shadows of the trees cast by the moonlight were like algae criss-crossing, mottled and scattered, like the dried blood at the end of the Xinghua Lane.
The sense of unprovoked ominousness that I had felt in the afternoon ran up my spine again.
Just at this moment, a scream suddenly rose into the sky, and a red light enveloped the entire land.
He no longer cared about anything else and ran straight towards where the smoke started.
With the warm wind in his ears, he ran all the way, his mind going blank. He didn't know how far he ran, but he felt the smell of smoke at the tip of his nose getting stronger.
But when he looked up again, the thick smoke in the sky had been blown away, and he couldn't tell the direction.
He was trapped in the middle of several alleys, worried.
There was another bright light with a short scream, and the end of the alley on the right suddenly lit up.
He rushed over and saw Yu Qiansi fainted on the ground.
And the black shadow just broke out from a cloud of smoke after the fireworks burned out, and once again brandished the dagger and fell towards the unconscious Yu Qiansi.
Boyi shouted angrily, rushed over, raised his sword and blocked the blow.
The black shadow's skill was not inferior to that of Boyi. With just one block, he felt like the tiger's mouth was about to burst.
He gritted his teeth, picked up the knife, and attacked proactively.
The panic when he saw Yu Qiansi fainting just now has now turned into a strong murderous aura, and with a huge force, he pressed towards the opponent like an overwhelming force.
The swords and daggers connected, and sparks flew everywhere. But Boyi also became calmer and calmer in the familiar sound of the swords clashing.
He is so calm that he can not only see clearly his every move, but also his own heart.
The black shadow didn't expect reinforcements to come so quickly.
He wanted to leave, but was forced by the blade to leave.
Then he thought, killing one and killing two would make no difference. What's more, he didn't believe that the person in front of him would not be hit.
Sure enough, Boyi gradually realized that something was wrong. His body gradually became sluggish and he was unable to use the knife smoothly.
At this time, the black shadow found some gaps in the airtight knife shadow.
Jin Wuwei hadn't come yet, so he just killed two people before leaving.
Boyi knew that he had also been tricked, and his heart was ups and downs.
Fortunately, Yu Qiansi must have been drugged and there is no fear for his life.
What worries me is that I have also been drugged.
No, we must not let him succeed.
He bit the tip of his tongue with all his strength, and the smell of blood and unspeakable pain made half an inch of his soul clear.
So he charged forward again with his sword, this time in a desperate and life-threatening way.
The black shadow took half a step back and decided to deal with the man who was seeking death first.
But when the dagger scratched Boyi's chest, he saw a gray-white object flash past his eyes.
The whole body's strength suddenly froze, and the eyes covered with a black scarf stared at the person in front of him.
The young man held the knife in both hands, his eyes were unfocused, and he was panting, but he was still trying to accumulate strength.
Boyi swallowed a mouthful of blood foam, and his consciousness slipped away uncontrollably. Seeing that the black shadow didn't make a move, he gritted his teeth and slashed at it again, thinking, just one more moment to stop him, just one more moment to force Yuan Yu Qiansi.
point.
The black shadow did not strike again, but watched as the person in front of him struck at him again and again, dodging the knife attack again and again.
Don't let yourself get hurt at all, but don't take the initiative to attack again.
One chop, one dodge, and so on, never getting tired of it.
It's like teasing a child and playing hide and seek with him.
Finally, the child in his eyes, after the drug took full effect, became unwilling and collapsed from exhaustion.
*
The waning moon is like a hook, hanging in a lonely world.
A few rays of moonlight, unwilling to be appreciated by others, slipped through the window lattice into the noisy Lingyun Pavilion, wanting to share a cup of mundane air.
Wu Lin finally saved enough money today, and moved from the fifth floor to the sixth floor with a few friends, and once again tasted the Ling Yun drunk that he had longed for, and accidentally drank too much again.
Several people were staggering around, but they still managed to hold on. Because the singing and dancing in the clouds suddenly sounded closer, they thought they were about to reach their own level.
He had already ordered people to melt the silver nuggets in various plum blossom styles according to Xiaoxiao's favorite plum blossom, just waiting for them to come singing.
Shang Fu was also mixed in among them. He had been drinking so much that he opened his eyelids with his hands, fearing that he would miss the beautiful singing and dancing. He had completely forgotten that he was here to protect Wu Lin.
I thought that if I followed Master Jade, I would not be able to enjoy the singing and dancing of beauties tonight.
This is all thanks to Wu Lin.
Wu Lin didn't want people from Dali Temple to follow him closely and disturb his interest, so he volunteered to accompany him.
In desperation, the people of Dali Temple had to reluctantly agree to their Shaoqing's unreliable plan.
Fortunately, the identities of all those close to him have been checked one by one. The number of people in the wing has been reduced as much as possible, with only a well-informed steward and maid serving. Even the servants of each young master are not allowed to go upstairs.
It wasn't until the morning light faded and the rhythm in the building disappeared that these libertines went home one by one, savoring the aftertaste of last night and going home bored.
Wu Lin yawned profusely, holding on to his strength and seeing off his fair-weather friends one by one. Then he leaned on the boy who had been waiting all night and headed towards his carriage.
The carriage was surrounded by livid-faced people from Dali Temple.
It doesn't make sense that others are singing and dancing and enjoying themselves while the cold wind blows.
This gloomy expression, after seeing his own young minister being beaten and carried out, turned into flying knives and spun into a dense web, making him want to cut his incompetent master into pieces with a thousand knives.
I even wonder if Lord Shaoqing is a spy sent by the Jade Rakshasa next door to break into the interior of Dali Temple.
After being drunk, the person becomes extremely depressed.
The boy swayed a few times but failed to help Wu Lin, and he almost fell down.
Manager Cao, who was standing by with a food box, couldn't stand it anymore, so he put down the food box and came over to help.
The two of them tried their best to help Wu Lin onto the carriage. When they saw him lying in the carriage covered with exquisite Persian carpets, sleeping soundly, they breathed a sigh of relief. His whole body was wet with sweat.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, quickly closed the door, walked around to the carriage, and apologized to the people at Dali Temple with a smile.
"It's been a hard work, my lords, this night. I still have to trouble you to send the young master back home..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! I glanced at the kind-hearted Manager Cao who was still panting, and with a drum in my heart, I looked at the adults above their heads who looked like they wanted to kill, and asked each other:
"I wonder if you, sir, would allow this steward to accompany us?"
He didn't dare to send people from Dali Temple. He couldn't carry the young master home alone at the door of his house, right? It just so happened that the steward wanted to send Lingyun Pavilion's VIP gift to the house...
Someone above me reluctantly "hummed" and reluctantly agreed.
He breathed a sigh of relief, quickly grabbed the stunned Manager Cao, and pushed him to sit on the front rafter of the carriage.
"Manager Cao, just do your best and be a good man until the end. Let me send the young master back to my house. I am a great kindness, a great kindness and a great kindness."
Manager Cao looked hesitant.
Lingyun Pavilion has really been memorizing words from top to bottom recently, and this person has something to do with the guillotine case. He originally thought of just handing over the food box, but he never thought of going there himself.
But he couldn't stand the boy's insistence, so he reluctantly agreed, holding the food box in his arms, and together they drove away from Lingyun Pavilion with the carriage swaying.
The sound of squeaking ruts, the clatter of horse hooves, and the sound of resentful footsteps as carriages lined up around them made the sky-colored morning streets extraordinarily quiet.
When he was about to leave the workshop, Manager Cao suddenly felt a cold feeling on his back, which made him shiver unconsciously.
"Wait!" he called to a halt in a trembling voice.
Listening carefully, it seems like there is nothing.
Did he hear wrongly?
The people in Dali Temple were very impatient: "What's wrong?"
Manager Cao was considering his words, and his whole body was already covered with fine cold grains.
"Just now...I seemed to hear the woman's sigh, coming from...from behind."
At this point, I shuddered again: "There seems to be a little bit of coolness..."
behind?
He was leaning against the carriage. What could be behind him?
After being on duty all night, their minds were really not very bright, and they still reflected the hidden meaning of this sentence. But fear had quietly crept into their hearts.
"Master?"
It was the young boy who reacted first, dragging Steward Cao and hurried back to the back of the carriage.
There was no response inside, and the others finally came back to their senses and gathered around, but they all just gathered around the carriage and watched silently, with no one willing to take a step forward.
The boy looked frightened, his hands were shaking, and he couldn't even open the car door.
Seeing this, Manager Cao gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, closed his eyes, and opened the car door.
I felt warmth hitting my face, and my face was covered with blood.
A head swayed and fell from the carriage, and Gululu landed in front of everyone.
"ah--"
The boy's unspeakable scream of terror woke up the morning in Renzhengfang.