Chapter 162 I raised my husband in ancient times (51)
Jiang Tang was confused.
Is this stuff fake?
"Open your mouth!"
Not Zhang.
"Don't open my mouth to mouth!"
Closed tighter.
When Jiang Tang saw this, his lips curved into a smile.
Then he picked up the bitter soup and drank it all in one gulp...
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After taking the medicine, Lin Chaomu's complexion improved a little. Jiang Tang put him aside to sleep, his hand held tightly by him.
The carriage was very quiet, and one could hear Lin Chaomu's gentle breathing.
Jiang Tang lowered his eyes and looked at the thing in his hand, and suddenly snorted contemptuously.
He took this out of Lin Chaomu's arms. The little man refused to let her take it for repair. He neatly put the four pieces together and hid them in the middle of his clothes.
Jiang Tang raised the jade pendant and took a closer look. The clear jade stone had no scratches on the edges, but there were two pieces of bright red chalcedony in the center, like two drops of blood, which looked dazzling at first glance.
Jiang Tang watched carefully. Suddenly, the carriage was hit by something. The violent impact caused Jiang Tang's whole body and the table to slide to the inside.
Lin Chaomu was still unconscious. The impact just now pushed him down to the bottom, and his head was also hit.
Jiang Tang looked at the little man's red head and secretly cursed, "Fuck!"
"Coachman, what's wrong?"
There was no sound outside the carriage.
Jiang Tang narrowed his eyes and felt nervous.
"Banban, what's going on outside?"
"The plot of the character was triggered in advance. Lin Chaomu didn't win three yuan in a row before, but now with your help, he doesn't have to run for a living. He performed stably and won three yuan, and was hated by others. Outside the carriage were robbers who came to kill him." Banban said coldly. When the voice came, Jiang Tang's pupils shrank and he gritted his teeth.
"Tomorrow is Lin Chaomu's birthday, which means that the assassination in one year has been brought forward!"
"Well, please be sure to protect the target mission. Otherwise, the mission will fail and the host will be severely punished."
Jiang Tang cursed in a low voice, looked down at Lin Chaomu, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the next second, he opened the secret compartment under the carriage and pushed him and his clothes down without hesitation.
"There are fifty-three opponents. Please protect the host and ensure that your own body does not die."
"It takes so many people to kill a weak scholar!"
"When robbers commit robberies, they naturally have to act it out to the end."
"Okay! I got it!"
Jiang Tang looked around along the carriage, and finally took a fancy to the iron railings hanging on the carriage.
In front of the carriage, a dozen burly men were holding big swords and blocking the way outside. Jiang Tang opened the curtain and saw the coachman lying on the ground with no head.
Killing people so quickly shows how ruthless these gangsters are.
The carriage was trapped on a mountain road. Except for the small roads to the north and south, there were hills to the east and west. Jiang Tang noticed that there were many tough bandits standing on the hills.
The robbers saw a woman getting out of the carriage, holding an iron rod in her hand, and did not move for a while.
The bandit leader repeatedly confirmed that it was the two carriages. The employer also said that the target had a fiancée. It seemed that the one in front of him was the fiancée.
These people were all murderous, inhumane robbers who used people's money to do things for others. No matter what happened, the three robbers rushed over directly with big knives in their hands.
It doesn't matter whether you are old, weak, sick, disabled, children or women, just kill them.
In their eyes, the Jiangtang in front of them is a watermelon in the field. If you cut it, you will get money. Who would talk so much nonsense with a watermelon?
(End of chapter)