Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

After Third Master Murong left in a hurry, Fan Tianluo immediately packed up her things and left the room, heading for Fushou Pavilion. Fushou Pavilion is a two-story row building tens of meters long by a river outside Mid-Levels. Generally, the house is about one meter high, the bottom is built with huge stones, and the top is a wooden structure.

The courtyard behind the row building is connected to the river, and there is a street in front of it, but the street is engaged in timber business, and it is already dark now, so there are no people on the whole street.

Fushou Pavilion is some distance away from those storefronts. It is relatively independent, with unknown trees planted on both sides. Although it is approaching autumn, it is still lush and green.

Walking under the shade of the trees, I can't feel that there is actually a well-known assassin organization in Shen country, and of course it is also a hiring organization. To put it bluntly, as long as you give money, you can do anything.

Fan Tianluo thought that this Uncle Zhanhao should be like Grandpa Ren, collecting treasures that are useful for his cultivation. Ordinary people are willing to pay any price to kill their enemies.

Walking to the middle of the row of buildings, you can see a huge crossbar with three big characters "Fushou Pavilion" written in red lacquer.

The two guards with knives at the door were all dressed in black and black trousers, with five gold threads and a golden word "Fu" sewn on their sleeves. The fewer the gold threads, the higher the rank.

Fan Tianluo stood at the gate with her hands behind her back, looked up at the huge horizontal plaque, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help shaking. If Grandpa Ren was a low-key person, then this handsome uncle is definitely a high-profile person. There is no word on the palace gate. These three words are huge.

"This girl, did you come to Fushou Pavilion to discuss business?" A guard saw such a beautiful girl as Fan Tianluo, and stood guarding the gate again, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask with a smile on his face.

"Is your pavilion master here?" Fan Tianluo finally lowered his head and smiled at the guards.

After the guard was stunned for a moment, he scratched Fan Tianluo again and said, "Girl, if you come to discuss business, some adults will meet you. I don't know if he's here." The guard noticed that Fan Tianluo exuded a holy and noble temperament, she must be a lady from a big family, so he explained politely.

"Brother, please tell Master Zhan that my surname is Fan. If Master Zhan is not around, I will wait for him at Yufangzhai." Fan Tianluo smiled.

The guard's complexion suddenly changed. Others may not know the surname of their Pavilion Master, but there is nothing they don't know. This lady can tell the name of the Pavilion Master. I am afraid that it has something to do with the Pavilion Master. Could it be Pavilion Master's woman?

"Girl, please wait a moment." The guard didn't dare to guess randomly, but still felt the need to report.

After a while, the handsome uncle Zhanhao appeared at the gate, standing under the three bloody characters of Fushou Pavilion.

"Little girl, did you get it done so quickly?" Zhan Hao couldn't help smiling when he saw Fan Tianluo standing indifferently at the door.

"Not yet, but it can be done tonight. Now I am looking for uncle, because I need your help with something important." Fan Tianluo said honestly.

"Oh? You asked the old man for help before you succeeded, what is the calculation?" Zhan Hao laughed, and the guards at the door were all pale and trembling when they saw the Pavilion Master coming in person.