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Chapter 27 Second Prince: Listen to me, thank you...

Fan Xian was riding a horse at this time. To be precise, he was sitting in the carriage. The driver of the carriage was Teng Zijing. Because of Fan Xian's great help, he became Fan Xian's bodyguard willingly.

The two were on their way to Zuixianju. Fan Xian closed his eyes tightly, still thinking about what Zhao Jie said in his mind. The news about the museum really shook his mind.

Compared with the museum, the so-called struggle for imperial power is extremely ridiculous...

Decades later, nothing more than a pile of loess...

He turned his head and looked out the window, and suddenly felt that this place looked familiar, "This place looks familiar!"

"Aren't you familiar? It's the place where you beat Guo Baokun the night before yesterday!"

The corner of Teng Zijing's mouth was smiling. He never thought that a small person in the Overwatch Council would have the day when he would beat up the son of the Minister of the Household Department.

Fan Xian couldn't help laughing out loud. This is a treasured place of geomantic omen. Guo Baokun was beaten up here. The key is to admit that he was beaten for nothing. "This street is quite commemorative! What is the name of this street?" ?”

"Niulan Street! Speaking of this, I remembered, you still owe me a cow!"

"Don't worry, I keep my word. When I return to Danzhou, let alone one cow, two cows are fine."

"One cow is better." Teng Zijing said solemnly, "My daughter-in-law is weak now, and she still takes care of the child. One cow is enough for the field work, and two cows are a bit of a waste. When my child grows up, I will pass it on to him. "

"A cow, do you still want to be a family heirloom?" Fan Xian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I think you're in a good mood. It's the first time I've seen you smile after we've known each other for so long."

"Yesterday my son called me and he can talk. He called me the first time, and he called me..."

Teng Zijing looked extremely excited, the feeling of being a father for the first time, the feeling of being born from the bones is really, really hard to describe in words.

"congratulations!"

Fan Xian also felt joy from the bottom of his heart. Before he finished speaking, his expression changed, "Get out of the way! There are assassins!"

In an instant, two masked women jumped down from the nearby houses and charged towards the carriage, with the bows and crossbows in their hands raised, galloping towards them with howling piercing air.

Teng Zijing and Fan Xian hurriedly avoided. Fortunately, both of them were Lian's sons. Although they were a bit embarrassed by the surprise attack, they could still resist it.

But before the two of them could breathe a sigh of relief, Fan Xian saw the giant crossbow hidden in the alley at a glance. It was large and used for defending the city, and its lethality was extremely terrifying!
Who is it?

Fan Xian flew past in a hurry, and a crossbow arrow whizzed past, directly shooting the panicked horse straight through, neighing in pain, it was so miserable.

Before he could rejoice, another huge monster rushed out from the side. Its thick, thigh-like arms directly grabbed Fan Xian by the throat, like pinching a chick, from top to bottom, and directly hit the ground heavily. .

"do not want!"

Teng Zijing's face was terrified, because he knew the huge monster in front of him, and he was a well-known master on the list of the Overwatch Council.

Cheng Jushu, an eighth-rank master of the Northern Qi Dynasty, has an ugly appearance but is born with supernatural power. He can compete with a ninth-rank master. He is definitely not something he can afford...

Because he is likely to be killed!

Teng Zijing jumped up without any hesitation, and his feet were like ropes, tightly clasped around Cheng Jushu's neck, which was one of the few relatively weak parts of him.

But this relatively weak place is still as solid as a rock!

Cheng Jushu just shook his body, and immediately threw Teng Zijing off, stretched out his hand to grab his leg, and slammed it back and forth fiercely, blood sprayed out immediately, and he had no power to resist.

The eighth-rank master is only one rank away from the seventh-rank master, but the strength is very different, and only those who are extremely monstrous can resist.

And Teng Zijing is just not...

Fan Xian on the side slowly woke up from a coma, covered his head with one hand, took out a dagger with the other and rushed up, his backhand was shot away by Cheng Jushu's arm, and hit the wall heavily, shaking out a pile of of ash.

The gap is really too big...

Cheng Jushu's face was grim, he laughed when he saw Teng Zijing who kept fighting with him, he waved his hands, and punched Teng Zijing's body, which immediately made him bleed, Fan Xian felt extremely angry, extremely regretful, and extremely desperate .

Why do you want to come?
Why reject Zhao Jie?

Why isn't Uncle Wu Zhu here?
Why would someone assassinate me?
why?
Fan Xian's heart was already full of regrets, and the domineering zhenqi in his body kept stirring. He flew up, and the dagger in his hand pierced Cheng Jushu's vitals, but was hit on the head by Cheng Jushu's backhand, and he almost fell into a faint.

The dagger that was pinned on high hopes and was full of poison did not even cut Cheng Jushu's skin...

Do not!
Fan Xian's eyes were full of despair, but he caught a glimpse of a cold light coming from a distance from the corner of his eye. He heard a puff, and the tall figure of Cheng Jushu fell straight down and hit him, knocking him down. Woohoo.

The blood spurted out even more, flowing all over his face like mucus, making his handsome face look really embarrassed~
Fan Xian was a little dazed, and before he could comprehend what had happened, he heard Teng Zijing's anxious clapping, "Fan Xian! Fan Xian! Are you okay? You can't die, you still owe me a cow, but you The child is godfather, he hasn't called you yet!"

"Take it easy..."

Fan Xian showed a wry smile, and with great effort, he removed Cheng Jushu's dead head, and slowly moved it out from under the huge corpse under Teng Zijing's pull.

Only now did he see that the behemoth that attacked him had a long sword stuck in its chest, and it lay there in a daze, obviously a one-hit kill.

Amazing!
Fan Xian leaned on Teng Zijing's lap, several figures fell directly from the roof, one after another fell in front of him, none other than the assassin who assassinated him just now.

"Si Gu Jian, apart from other things, the disciple still has a hand, and his swordsmanship is quite fierce. I think he has something to do with Ye Qingmei. Si Gu's sword skills, I will not admit his mistake."

Zhao Jie walked over with a calm face. He was covered in white clothes like snow without any blood stains. He looked extremely chic, and it was impossible to tell that a killing had been carried out just now.

He looked at the distressed Fan Xian, "Now you believe what I said is true, I'm fast!"

"It's really fast!"

Cheng Jushu died instantly, and several assassins died the moment he raised his head.

So fast!

"Thank you, I, Fan Xian, owe you my life!"

Fan Xian's voice was hoarse, and his tense nerves finally relaxed. He was trembling all over at this moment, looking around at the sword technique, looking around at the sword, one of the great masters...

Why kill me?
What does he have to do with my mother?
"Actually, I know someone who might know who the murderer is behind the scenes!"

There was a strange look in Zhao Jie's eyes, and he quietly fooled Fan Xian.

"Who?"

Fan Xian's breathing was a little short, and he was extremely eager to find the murderer behind the scenes. If Zhao Jie hadn't come quickly, he and Teng Zijing would have died on the street today! !
"Who did you invite today? And who knows your route? I think this scene looks like it was arranged in advance and carefully prepared!"

Fan Xian suddenly came to his senses, gritted his teeth fiercely, and said through gritted teeth:

"Second prince!"

(End of this chapter)