Chapter 377 Trump Card
“Damn it, Fu Qingzhou is such a shameless thing...”
In the carriage compartment, the jade pendant trembled slightly, and the smoker’s murmurs were heard as thin as a mosquito. .
“Isn’t he just a rickshaw driver? Why don’t you test it out, and you’ll be done with it if you drive him away? You still have to put in so much effort, I’m using illusions and pretending to be a ghost, I’m losing my status!”
"She even pretended to have Tang Jiao and Nannizi count the magic weapons... She really has so many good things and she's so scared. It takes so much effort to deceive a coachman, and she's so stupid!"
"Who can be fooled by asking me to drive the car? Who would attack a broken carriage with no one there? I really think these killers are stupid... Hey, is there really someone here?"
The empty carriage Ahead, a person was walking slowly.
This man held a long sword in each hand. He was not wearing black clothes and was not masked. He was actually an old Taoist priest with fluttering Taoist robes and a long beard hanging down his chest. He had a rather immortal air.
The carriage did not stop and continued to move forward.
The old Taoist priest smiled slightly, looked at the approaching carriage, and said loudly: "I am a poor Taoist..."
Halfway through his words, a black energy that was almost invisible to the naked eye suddenly burst out and passed through his body at an unimaginable speed!
The smile of the old Taoist priest froze on his face, and the color on his face quickly disappeared.
It wasn't until the carriage passed by him that the two swords in his hands slowly fell to the ground.
Then, he slowly knelt down and fell to the ground, lifeless.
On the carriage going away, a disdainful voice floated faintly.
"Idiot..."
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"On Fu Qingzhou's side, the four sisters Meng Yuan and the Mu family, and even the Taoist priest Chen Feng, whom you were extremely optimistic about, are dead."
< br>Outside the capital, somewhere in a small villa hidden in the mountains, there is a small tea house.
The evening breeze blew by, the candlelight flickered, and the hot smoke rising from the tea cup was blown away.
Beside the tea table, a man dressed in black robes and a black hat stretched out his hand and picked up the teacup.
A black curtain hung from the edge of his pitch black hat, covering his face.
He handed the tea cup into the black curtain, took a sip, and said without any emotion in his voice: "Everyone who chased Wu Yan died, even the Shuangchi Swordsman of the Seventh Realm. Dead.”
“Who else?”
Sitting opposite him was a man who kept shaking.
This man is quite luxuriously dressed and is a somewhat wealthy middle-aged man. The ring finger on his hand is worth at least several thousand taels. Even if he is not a big shot, he is still a wealthy businessman.
But at this time, in front of the black man, he looked as pale as a vegetable, his head was covered in cold sweat, and his body was trembling.
Hearing the question, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand, holding a silk scarf in his hand, wiping the sweat from his forehead, and said in a trembling voice: "There are only three people left who can still take action."
"Send them all out."
The Heili man put down his tea cup and said calmly: "After doing this, your matter is over."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man not only did not show any joy, but his body trembled even more. He asked in a low voice: "What if, what if, what if we couldn't kill them before they entered the capital?"
"Then, go to the capital and kill."
Heiliren said calmly: "You have to be serious about this matter."
"Sign up, be serious, I will definitely do it. It must be in your heart..." The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and lowered his head.
With that said, he stood up and strode out of the tea room.
In the small villa, a middle-aged man walked quickly, his face as gloomy as water.
Soon, he passed through pavilions, rockeries and flowing water, and came to a small building and opened the door.
In the room, three people, two men and one woman, were staying in one corner of the room. There were two men, one was an ugly old man with dysentery, and the other was a thin and handsome middle-aged scholar.
The ugly old man was sitting in the corner, with his back to the door, not knowing what he was doing; the middle-aged scholar was sitting beside a chair, holding a book in his hand, quietly Watch.
As for that woman, she was an extremely beautiful woman with a hot figure. Her white gauze skirt made her look like a fairy, but her face was so beautiful that it was unnatural and rather stiff.
"Excuse me, Mr. Lang."
Seeing the middle-aged man arriving, the woman curled her lips and said with a smile: "Finally, are we going to be used?"
" Humph..." The middle-aged man, Lang Yuanwai, was not as reserved and fearful in front of the Heili people. Instead, he was quite majestic: "You can raise an army for a thousand days and use it for a while. Let's go and kill."
"That's wrong." The middle-aged scholar smiled, closed the book, and said with a smile: "We each take what we need, so how can we talk about raising and employing troops?"
The ugly old man also smiled, stood up slowly, turned around and said: "Xiucai, I have to say something for Yuanwai... Without him, you would have been expelled and killed by Zhang Jian Academy; as for me, too She has been poisoned to death by the Ten Thousand Poison Mountains a long time ago; our little sister also died in the hands of her father.”
“He gave us a second life, and we are dedicated to his glory, wealth, and honor.” What's the matter with the addition of fame and wealth? People in the world should repay their kindness."
The middle-aged scholar smiled slightly and did not refute: "Senior Wu is absolutely right."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense."
Lang Yuanwai said solemnly: "You divide your troops into two groups and go after Wu Yan... and Wu Yan's woman respectively."
"Wu Yan, Xiaoyu Pavilion killer, I'm very interested in this little girl." The beautiful woman stretched out her fingers to caress her face, her eyes full of morbid enthusiasm and lust: "I really want to know if his corpse is better than Others are colder and more...sweet?"
But Yuanwai looked at her: "Yuan Ji, go kill Wu Yan's woman"
The beautiful woman——Yuan Ji. , was startled when he heard this, his eyes showed dissatisfaction, but his tone seemed to be coquettish: "Why, Mr. Lang, I want to kill a man."
"You are the strongest among the three."
Lang Yuanwai said in a deep voice: "Wu Yan's woman is now protected by Fu Qingzhou."
"Fu... Qingzhou?" Yuan Ji's eyes lit up: "Qianlong? Fu Qingzhou?"
"It's him."
Lang Yuanwai nodded: "But, you can't kill him "
"Why?" Yuan Ji frowned: "I want to kill him!"
"Don't ask, you can kill everyone else, but not him." The member of staff did not give her another chance to refute, and turned his attention to the ugly man and the middle-aged scholar: "Old man Wu, Yin Xiucai, you deal with Wu Yan."
"Killing a chicken with a sledgehammer~"
Old man Wu shook his head and said: "A killer from the fifth realm actually asked two of us from the eighth realm to kill him?"
"The six realms who died under him Masters can't count them with two hands." Lang Yuanwai said calmly: "Even the seven realms can be counted with five fingers."
Yin Xiucai laughed and said: "Since Yuanwai has assigned it like this, there are. The principle of being a member... we can just do the work."
"The most important reason for assigning you is..."
Lang Yuanwai said in a deep voice: "If you can't find an opportunity to kill outside the capital, you will chase into the capital and kill people in the capital."
As soon as these words came out, the three masters stopped laughing.
Yin Xiucai's face sank, Old Man Wu narrowed his eyes, and Yuan Ji frowned.
"Hey, Mr. Lang."
After a while, Yuan Ji spoke first: "Do you know how dangerous it is to go to the capital to kill people?"
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"Otherwise, what will I do to you?" Officer Lang snorted: "You don't have to rush to take action, but you must kill the person within three months!"
(End of this chapter)
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