Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 70 Believe me, I really don't want to kill him

The surrounding people who were watching couldn't keep their composure.

Arrogant!

The thirteenth son was really arrogant.

I really want to punch him in the face and let him know why the flowers are so red.

The problem is, he is the famous thirteenth son.

And with the backing of Ying Zheng, an incomparably majestic old guy, they really didn't dare to be tyrannical.

He could only watch helplessly as Ying Zige walked away swaggeringly with his hands behind his back and two followers.

As for the two attendants, one was holding a wooden sword in his arms.

As for the other one, what he was holding in his hand was naturally the incense burner filled with money.

ding ding dong.

As he walked forward slowly, the incense burner kept making the sound of bumping forward, which sounded like he was mocking the people of Xianyang.

The people around were furious.

"It's too arrogant! I've never seen such an arrogant person. He also said to give us some so-called benefits. It turns out that he wants to make money from us."

"I'm not convinced! I just want to get those gold bars, and I'll come back tomorrow!"

"I'll go back and sell the things at home. I still don't believe it. With my means, I can't trap those little things?"

"Tomorrow, I will definitely win!"

……

Hearing the turbulent voice behind him, Ying Zige couldn't help showing a wicked smile on his face.

The gambler's psychology is bad.

If you continue like this, you will only be indulging in this young master's trap, unable to extricate yourself.

However, I feel sorry for you in my heart, so I just don't say anything.

If you say it, how can you make money?

Cough!

Making money is a trivial matter, the most important thing is to let you help me promote it, so that the people I am waiting for will appear in time.

At that time, you will be free from the sea of ​​suffering.

Ying Zige thought mercifully in his heart, and wished those who were addicted to his trap to get out of the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible.

As usual, among the nearby teahouses.

Ying Zheng ordered a pot of tea as usual, and watched the scene with a wry smile.

"It seems that today is not successful. I can only come again another day."

"Let them withdraw first."

Ying Zheng waved his hand, only thinking that this matter was very interesting, but he was not impatient.

"Yes!"

Zhao Gao beside him frowned slightly, and then waved his hand in the direction of the second floor of the teahouse.

On the second floor of the teahouse, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.

There are more than 20 top experts in the Ouchi, who have already pretended to be ordinary people, and they are all guarding the second floor, waiting for the appearance of the target person.

Seeing the order at this moment, he hurried down the second floor, pretending not to know Ying Zheng and Zhao Gao, and walked out the door quickly.

"The tea here is quite sweet." Ying Zheng looked at the tea bowl in his hand, with an unpredictable smile on his face.

Zhao Gao respectfully stood aside, not daring to speculate on His Majesty's intentions.

At this moment, Ying Zige has already made great strides back to the palace.

Just as he stepped into the door, he suddenly frowned slightly.

"There are assassins!"

In a low voice, he uttered three words.

Whoop!
Jian Nu let go of the incense burner resolutely, letting the copper coins in it spill to the ground.

The body moves like a dragon soaring into the air, and his feet have already stepped on the roof in a second.

The long sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath.

One person and one sword, like a flash of lightning, wandering non-stop on the roof.

His eyes were full of sharp light, and he checked every corner vigilantly.

At the same time, the internal force in the dantian is also slowly emitting, sensing the fluctuation of internal force around here.

"Alas!" Han Baichuan seemed to have sensed something, and he let out a long sigh, looking weak.

At this moment, the sword slave on the roof suddenly frowned, with a trace of suspicion on his face.

Suddenly, as if he understood something, his entire face was instantly covered with black lines.

Then with a dark face, he jumped off the roof, sheathed his long sword, and walked towards Ying Zige step by step.

"Where are the assassins?"

There was an icy coldness in his voice.

Ying Zige grinned, and that smile was a bit shameless: "Maybe it was a mistake. I heard footsteps just now, but thinking about it carefully, it should not be the footsteps, but a kitten and puppy on the roof. "

"It's not the first time." Jian Nu's cheeks twitched slightly.

I really shouldn't believe in your son's evil!
Just came out like this yesterday.

I thought that some top assassin really appeared, and even I couldn't sense the other party's breath.

At that time, it was easy to find it with a long sword, but in the end, the young master said something lightly, as if he had misheard.

He should have known that this young man was very unreliable, and that he would be fooled today, he could only blame himself for being too stupid.

The sword slave kept taking deep breaths, resisting the urge to cut off the son's dog's head with a sword, and finally suppressed this messy mood.

"Alas!" Han Baichuan, who had already seen through everything, let out another long sigh.

He is very strange.

Among the two attendants, the one who obviously looks the most stupid should be himself.

When did the sword slave become so easily deceived.

Or is it that the thirteenth son's unreasonable evildoers have more and more tricks, and they have already made the very smart sword slave hard to guard against?

Really hard to guard against ah.

He sighed again in his heart, not only felt that the future was hopeless, but also felt that the long road ahead was full of traps and murderous intentions.

The previous thirteen sons were just a little lazy and had no future to speak of.

And now, actually learned to fool?
The combination of these two things is fatal enough.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Han Baichuan's back.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Ying Zige smiled again, not paying attention at all.

Of course, he didn't have nothing to do when he was full and deliberately played sword slave.

But because...

The trap set up this time will not only attract Ge Nie, but it is very likely to attract the accomplices of those failed assassins.

Think about it, if your fellow assassin's things are sold at a high price, then forget it.

But what kind of ring game did the thirteenth son play.

And a circle is only a pitiful copper coin.

what is this?
It's almost like an insult thrown directly in the face.

Can the fucking bear it?
Ying Zige is very considerate of others, so he figured out the psychology of these people early in the morning.

It is quite necessary to let the sword slave walk around and eliminate hidden dangers.

Amidst the murderous eyes of the two attendants, Ying Zige smiled and returned to the study calmly.

The two followers looked at each other and did not speak for a long time.

Let the leaves on the trees fall beside them.

After an unknown amount of time, Jian Nu, whose face was as cold as frost, suddenly said something.

"Do you have the same thought in my heart?"

Han Baichuan was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't want to kill him!"

"Uh?"

The answer of 300 taels of silver here and there immediately put the sword slave at a loss, and looked at Han Baichuan with an idiot's eyes.

at this time.

In the woods not far from the palace.

Several figures slowly emerged, and each of them had a look of hatred on their faces, as if they couldn't wait to tear someone apart.

(End of this chapter)