Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 33 The True Logic Master
Damn it!
Finally, it is the right treasure. I have a good vision, and I found such a top expert at such a low price.

Just one sword strike killed a well-qualified assassin!Such a precious follower, I'm afraid I can't find it even with a lantern.

With Han Baichuan by his side, Ying Zige walked with his head held high and his chest held high ever since, and he was no longer as cautious as before.

……

The mind instantly returns to the present moment.

"However, I have blocked three assassinations for you. How could those assassins who assassinated you be ordinary masters?"

"You are the famous thirteenth son. If you use an ordinary killer to deal with you, it seems that it does not fit your status."

Han Baichuan embraced the wooden sword, still looking sad.

It's just that there is already a look of doubt on his face.

Every time he makes a move, the person who tries to hurt the thirteenth son will be killed instantly, if it is once or twice, it will be fine.

This is the third time.

He had to suspect that he was actually a top expert!
"Think about it, if you are really a top expert, you will definitely become famous all over the world. How could you become my follower?"

"Your identity is just a follower. Doesn't this prove that your strength is actually very weak? Otherwise, why are you just a follower?"

Ying Zige smiled lightly, and was immediately possessed by a master of logic, and Han Baichuan was taken aback for a while when he said something.

Han Baichuan frowned again, thought hard for a while, then sighed and nodded slightly, as if he accepted the statement.

Then he respectfully picked up the corpse on the ground, and walked step by step into the darkness, the figure disappeared very quickly.

"call……"

Ying Zige let out a breath, and finally put his heart in his stomach.

This kid is still so easy to fool, but I'm afraid that one day he will really find out that he is very strong. At that time, it will be difficult to hide the truth.

Of course Ying Zige didn't want to deceive Han Baichuan, but, in this Xianyang Palace, murderous threats are everywhere, if there is no real peerless master by his side, it is really impossible to survive here.

For example, today, the master who appeared in front of him was an experienced assassin.

If it wasn't for Han Baichuan, even if there were ten Ying Ziges, they would probably die under the opponent's dagger.

"I can't protect myself, I really owe you. Don't worry, when I get the inheritance of the Sword Master, I will definitely make it up to you."

"Double the salary!"

Ying Zige smiled slightly, with a hint of shamelessness.

In this world, don't talk about principles.

The most important thing is to survive.

Coming here through time travel, the first truth I learned is the most important truth.

If you don't abide by it, you will have died ten times or eight times.

"If I'm not wrong, Zhao Gao should have sent you. Unfortunately, he didn't send his snare masters."

"But if you think about it, Ying Zheng is so smart, how could he stop putting eyeliners in the trap. If you use the trappers, you will be asking for trouble."

"Zhao Gao, you are so smart, you can find any assassin who is so powerful. Fortunately, I have Han Baichuan."

The smile on Ying Zige's face suddenly became gloomy.

I began to think about how to return this great gift!

In front of the main hall of Xianyang Palace.

early morning.

sunny.

All the civil and military officials were dressed in dignified clothes, and they walked up the steps step by step. They have walked this step thousands of times, and they still feel a little tired at this moment.

Everyone greeted each other with bright smiles on their faces, as if they hadn't seen each other overnight, and they missed each other very much.

However, under everyone's smiling face, there are ghosts hidden.

This is the rule in front of Xianyang Palace. If there is no such thing as a city in front of people, they will not be able to survive for three days here.

In a cheerful voice.

Ying Zige led Han Baichuan who was still frowning, and walked up the steps with ease.

Everyone's eyes fell on his face in an instant.

"Thirteen sons!"

"Thirteen sons!"

One by one bowed their heads to say hello, their faces full of respect.

No one knows that the most popular prince in front of His Majesty is the Thirteenth Prince.

Being able to gain favor in front of His Majesty, from now on, he will definitely ascend to the sky in one step, maybe even the most gorgeous chair in the hall will belong to him.

Young Master Fusu, who had already arrived at the entrance of the main hall on time, slowly turned his head, glanced at Ying Zige, and smiled friendlyly.

Ying Zige smiled back.

Everything looks so harmonious.

At this moment, among the crowd, one person was obviously taken aback, his brows were furrowed, and a big doubt appeared in his heart.

How is this going?

Zhang Tong was a top assassin, and there were at least [-] people who died in his hands, and he never missed.

This time, he missed it?
No, there shouldn't be any top experts around the thirteenth son.

As for those guards, they were nothing but wine bags and rice bags, and their strength was not much stronger than that of the Thirteenth Prince.

The thirteenth son is still alive, which proves that Zhang Tong has failed.

How exactly did he fail?
(End of this chapter)