Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 31 Oh, So That's It
"Me? Don't mention my name. As soon as I mention that name, I want to die. I advise you to leave here quickly. I am in a bad mood recently and I really don't want to make a move." The man sighed again. , the frowning look became more serious, and he stretched out his right hand and waved it in the air, as if compromising.

It seems that he is not interested in Zhang Tong at all.

Zhang Tong was stunned for a moment.

Who is this?I am an assassin, this kid actually wants to reason with me?Could it be that there is a hole in the head?

"I can tell you responsibly that what he said is very reasonable. When he is in a bad mood, he doesn't want to kill people. We can solve this matter through dialogue. You just need to tell me who sent you here, and then You can go."

Ying Zige smiled slightly, and persuaded her earnestly.

"Yes, this way, I don't have to do anything, and you don't have to die. The thirteenth son has also found the mastermind behind the scenes. It's the best of all worlds, killing three birds with one stone..." The entourage also said with a sigh.

Zhang Tong petrified on the spot.

Question marks popped up one after another instantly on his forehead.

This is the best of all three, killing three birds with one stone?

It sounds really innocent, but the problem is... I am an assassin, and I came here to kill people.

What kind of bullshit are you and me doing to get the best of all three things? Are you really serious when you talk seriously?

All of a sudden, my heart was extremely chaotic.

"Young Master Thirteen, forgive me for being difficult to obey. I came here today to take your head. If I can't do it, I am willing to die here."

Zhang Tong gritted his teeth, with a fierce look in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Besides, with the wooden sword in his hand, it might not be that easy to block me."

Ying Zige gave a wry smile and wanted to shake his head again, but he managed to hold back.

Otherwise, wouldn't he kill himself on the spot?

"Oh... I've already said that I'm in a particularly bad mood today, and I really don't want to kill people. You really don't think about turning around and leaving now?" The entourage shook his head, and his voice became more melancholy.

"I'd like to try!" Zhang Tong smiled coldly, completely ignoring the other party.

A young man with no energy, holding a wooden sword in his hand, scaring your father?
If he is bluffed by this kid, will he be able to hang around in the future?If it gets out, I'm afraid it will make my colleagues laugh for three days and three nights, and the tears of laughter will flow three thousand feet.

"Okay, then you can do it." Ying Zige smiled slightly, sighed softly, and slowly closed his eyes.

Although he traveled to this place where there were endless wars, he had never been on a battlefield. Self-deduction, it shouldn't be that he didn't like bloody scenes.

"Huh?" Zhang Tong was stunned for a moment, feeling that what happened today was extremely weird.

Before the entourage holding the wooden sword appeared, Ying Zige obviously looked very panicked.

But as the kid appeared, the kid turned out to be calm and composed.

The short sword is pressed against your throat, and it only needs to cut your head with one strike. How can you act calmly?Do you want to be so arrogant?

A strange feeling flowed in Zhang Tong's heart instantly.

At this moment, he could no longer take care of so much, and suddenly wanted to make a move.

It's in the middle of the flash.

Just as Zhang Tong's arm muscles bulged.

A figure approached like lightning, and then everything stopped.

"Heck, heck!" Zhang Tong made an inexplicable sound, his eyeballs stared like goose eggs, which were bloodshot and full of inconceivable.

Before he could cut off the dagger in his hand, he felt his throat was stuffed with something.

Then the strength of the whole body, as well as the strength of holding the short sword, all disappeared at this moment.

It was like a human-shaped balloon that was suddenly given up all its breath.

The wooden sword in the hand of the melancholy entourage had pierced his throat at some point, and blood was slowly flowing down the wooden sword.

"You... Who are you? What's your name?" Zhang Tong tried his best to finally ask the question in his heart.

Judging from the speed of the opponent's shots, it can already be seen that the opponent is a real top expert.

This speed is probably no less than the legendary hundred-step flying sword.

Moreover, what the other party used was a wooden sword.

It can be seen how powerful this strength is!
Next to the thirteenth son, there is such a top expert?Why didn't Mr. Zhao Gao get this news?

Even the whole of Xianyang would never have imagined that there would be a peerless expert beside Ying Zige.

"Don't mention my name... oh..." At the mention of the word name, the attendant shook his head and looked even more sad.

Suddenly drew the wooden sword.

Zhang Tong turned over and fell to the ground. When he was about to die, he couldn't believe that he, a famous and top assassin, would die under a wooden sword.

I am not convinced...

Also, why is that master who looks like a follower unwilling to mention his name?

At the last moment of remaining consciousness, this question could not help appearing in my heart.

"Swordman, thanks to you." At this moment, Ying Zige said gratefully.

Oh I got it……

There was an expression of sudden realization on Zhang Tong's face, which directly replaced the look of panic, and this expression stayed on his face forever.

(End of this chapter)