Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 30
If Gai Nie's character was different from the Gai Nie he had seen before, the sword slave boy would probably end his confession.

After all, he is a sword master, and the hundred-step flying sword is no joke.

Thinking about it, Ying Zige felt a dull pain in his head.

Since he traveled here, he has been continuing the habit of lying down from the time travel, and he doesn't like to use his brain at all.

If you think too much, you will get a headache. This is a necessary symptom for lazy people.

Thinking about it carefully, I have been lying down for too long, if I could have another comfortable massage, that would be great.

He didn't even turn his head, his gaze turned slightly, and he looked out the window.

Normally at this time, those two still young maids would definitely appear outside the window with a smile on their faces, waiting to be summoned by him.

But tonight, the way outside the door seemed a little deserted.

Ying Zige couldn't help feeling disheartened.

Instead, he could summon his followers and let them summon them on his behalf.

but……

too lazy to speak...

At this moment, a figure flashed past the window suddenly.

puff!
An unknown hidden weapon passed through the window and extinguished the burning candle.

"Huh?" Ying Zige was taken aback for a moment, and his heart sank.

No way?
There are assassins?
He hurriedly opened his mouth, wanting to shout for help...

What?
As the son of a time traveler, when encountering danger, instead of solving the problem by himself to show his highlight moment, he would call for help?

Is this a bit too low?
But Ying Zige shouted in his heart: If you have one, try it!Traveling here for so long, I haven't turned on the system yet, but I just learned some tricks to fool Ying Zheng, and I want to deal with assassins?
Don't you want to fart?

Besides, there are many guards in the palace, with them around, why do you need to do it yourself?
Ying Zige opened his mouth, and was about to spit out the word "help".

And he was already prepared to be as miserable as he could be. At this moment, he didn't care about any image problems, and his life was the most important thing at any time.

however!
The assassin's movement was extremely fast, and he rushed into the door in an instant, and a dagger that shone coldly approached Ying Zige's throat fiercely.

Ying Zige felt a chill in his throat, and couldn't utter the word "help" no matter what.

"Young Master Thirteen?" The man was wearing night clothes, and under the moonlight, only two sharp eyes were exposed.

Just by looking at the hunter's eyes, one can tell that this man is a veteran assassin.

"I'm not." Ying Zige wanted to shake his head, but suddenly thought of the dagger pressing on his throat, and shook his head, wouldn't it be over on the spot?

"Aren't you? I didn't expect that the thirteenth son was a coward. He didn't dare to admit it!" Zhang Tong sneered slightly, his face full of sarcasm.

"Since you know that I am the thirteenth son, why bother to ask? Could it be a deliberate pretense?" Ying Zige frowned suddenly, with a look of displeasure.

In this life, he hated people who pretended to be the most, even though he was already a deep cancer patient who pretended to be.

Zhang Tong was taken aback for a moment, and his cheeks flushed immediately. The thirteenth son is so bold, how dare he retort under such circumstances?

But I have to admit that what this kid said just now is very reasonable...

"Since you have admitted it, I will kill you now." Zhang Tong gritted his teeth and wanted to do it immediately.

"Wait." Ying Zige said suddenly.

"What's there to wait for? I'm quick. This dagger is very sharp. It can cut off your head in an instant, and you won't even feel any pain."

"I just want to say, you'd better turn around and leave now, otherwise, you will definitely regret it." Ying Zige said lightly, the only look of panic in his eyes completely disappeared at this moment.

"Are you scaring me?" Zhang Tong suddenly smiled, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

My dagger was already attached to the other party's throat, and it only needed a little force to cut off his head immediately.

This kid actually dares to threaten himself?
He had a fierce look in his eyes, and immediately wanted to continue to fight.

"Ugh……"

At this moment, a long and melancholy sigh suddenly came from behind, which seemed to be mixed with the breath of lovelessness.

Squeak!
Zhang Tong couldn't help gasping, turned his head subconsciously, and found in horror that there was a figure standing behind him under the moonlight leaking in from outside the door.

That figure still looked like a young man, but for some reason, his whole body was loose, and he definitely didn't have the vigor of a young man.

Even with his back to the moonlight, he could clearly see that the man was frowning, looking hopeless.

He was wearing the clothes of his entourage, holding a wooden sword in both hands, and that wooden sword actually had a scabbard, which looked extremely weird.

What surprised Zhang Tong was that he was a top martial artist, and if someone approached behind him, he would immediately notice it.

However, the appearance of this entourage did not arouse his slightest vigilance, which shows how light the opponent's movement is.

"Who are you?" Zhang Tong's pupils shrank for a while, and he couldn't help asking in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)