Lord Seventh

Chapter 17 Nightwalking Assassin

Jing Qi's eyes cleared immediately.

He didn't pay any attention to it, only to notice at this moment that the group of people had turned to a small alley. They went to the capital in the middle of the night, and the crowds were empty. These places are like shadows under a lamp.

Adele yelled, "Witchboy, you go first."

He looked very angry. As soon as he reached out, he took out a weird knife hidden behind his clothes and hidden behind his clothes. Jing Qi glanced at it and realized that this group came from Wuxi. Look This is not the first time.

So he whispered, "What's going on?"

Wuxi pouted, grabbed his arm, and dragged him to his side. Only then did he curiously look up at the teenager's face, and did not answer Jing Qi's question, but said, "Don't Fear, it has nothing to do with you, you go back, there are many people there, they will not chase you. "

His voice had not yet fallen, several figures came out, all covered, his arms were exactly the same as Alai's, colorful threads were wrapped around the hilt, and a small crossbow was carried on his back. It looked like the poisonous arrow just now Shot with that thing, the five poisons of Zhang Yawu claws embroidered on the clothes of a group of people.

Jing Qi narrowed his eyes-is it Nanjiang's own person? Nan Manzi was indeed brave enough to stab the emperor's feet down.

Earlier I heard Wu Xi say that although Ai Lai looked at his head and scratched his head, he was the first warrior in the Southern Xinjiang clan. He really had a few brushes. Several assassins were immediately hijacked by him. Wu Xi forced Jingqi Pushed behind him: "Run, go back to the crowded place!"

The young man was usually bullied when he looked at his words without saying a word, but when he shot hard, he pushed Jing Qi a few steps and almost hit the wall.

The little sable popped out of Jing Qi's arms and screamed anxiously.

Jing Qi gently covered his head with the palm of his hand, whispered "Shh", and said softly, "It's all right, don't be afraid."

Alailai was entangled by several assassins, and suddenly another assassin came out in the other direction. Alailai Yu glanced, but it was too late, and the people directly ignored Jingqi and rushed to Wuxi.

Wuxi's big eyes flickered suddenly, and suddenly he lowered himself, as if he had shrunk to the ground in a vacuum, flashed the blow, the assassin exerted too much force, and then returned his hand, which was slowed down by half a beat. Reaching out from a weird angle, there seemed to be something reflective on the nails, pinching the assassin's throat.

The assassin's movement stopped suddenly, almost instantaneously, a black cloud spread over his body, covering his exposed hands and the skin on his forehead, his eyes protruding, and a few noises in his throat. His hands and feet twitched and fell to the ground.

An odor came, and Wuxi crossed the body and looked up at the assassins.

But for a moment, the body on the ground turned into a pool of corpse water.

There was a disgusting expression on Jing Qi's face, and he unconsciously patted the little sable's head. He said for so many years that he thought that this little poison had changed from evil to evil. It was true that his daring became worse. He was not disgusted when he started so hard.

This trick really killed the assassins. When Wuxi came to see them, several assassins actually took a half step back.

Jing Qi shook his head and sighed. He probably had some bottom in his heart. Wuxi saw that he hadn't left yet. He was anxious, and turned his head to glare at him.

But Jing Qi, if no one walked to the corpse, squatted down, looked closely, and said, "Several friends from the South have the true nature, and can't wait for a while. They will come out and kill someone if they get the chance. If Li Daochang knows, he will I don't know how to vomit in my heart. "

The leading assassin's eyes widened and he looked at Jing Qi in amazement. However, I saw that the weak boy took off the outer blouse, took it in his hands, stacked several layers, and picked up the southern Xinjiang crossbow that fell to the corpse when he fought, "啧啧" Two times, sighing: "Good stuff."

However, his voice faded, and he suddenly shot like a flashlight, opened the crossbow, and never aimed at it. The sharp arrow shot out, and the South Xinjiang assassin directly opposite him clearly did not expect that this Sven young man did not even say hello. He hit and killed him with a single beep, and was unable to respond for a moment, but he shot a pair of crosses from the chest to the back, and fell to the corner.

Jing Qi shook his head: "Ah, neglect to practice, that little shot-kung fu was returned to the first division, so it was impossible to shoot so close." He narrowed his eyes and smiled, and said to another assassin, "I was originally You are aiming. "

This time even Wuxi looked at him with an overwhelming response.

Jing Qi stood up and patted him on the shoulder, looking like a hard brother and a younger brother, shaking his head and sighing: "I thought that this kind of internal fighting was a special product of our Daqing. You also have it there, who is this wave of brothers?"

Wuxi said: "It's the black witch family ... It's okay with you, you step back."

"It doesn't matter to me?" Jing Qi raised an eyebrow and said slowly, "Daqing Beijing City, at the foot of the Son of Heaven, openly stabbed ... Well, this king is also a court life official, so he sees blood ... Witch child said, and Does it matter?

He sneered, holding a crossbow across his shirt with one hand behind his back, and his usual laughing and cursing face stretched out with a sharp arc.

The assassins looked at each other, and murmured something that Jingqi could not understand, and Wuxi on one side immediately became nervous and blocked in front of Jingqi.

At this time, Jing Qi took out a small firework just bought from the market, inserted it with an arrow, and shot it into the sky. A bunch of small fireworks burst out in the air, but it looked pretty good.

The people in southern Xinjiang were unknown. So they rushed at two people. Wuxi pulled a hook from his arms, the length of his forearm was like a scorpion's tail, and it was needless to say that it was highly toxic. The assassins were quite good at his weapons. For fear, the two sides fought together.

I only listened to Jing Qi on one side in an unpleasant and slow voice, but let everyone understand clearly: "I do n’t understand what a black witch is, but you guys know, even a few today If I can go back, I am afraid that I will be punished by the leader. If I am not mistaken ... Your master ca n’t make such an order. Who brought himself out intelligently? ”

Sure enough, an assassin was distracted by his words. He was hooked in the neck by a hook from Wuxi, and he yanked, his head fell in half, and the blood sprayed several feet. Jing Qi stepped back three or four steps and was still sprayed with blood. When he reached the entire front, he snorted, and the little sable hiding from his chest immediately fluffed his hair, jumped up, and jumped to his shoulder three or two times.

I only listened to Jing Qi and then said, "I do n’t understand why? How many people knew what I was looking for from the witch boy tonight? I think it was just after I met His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness made a special report to our house, so he called the whole palace. Does anyone know that I'm no longer in the house? You ambush here like an unknown prophet, didn't you tell me directly, there is a pile buried by the second prince Helene in my house? "

Jing Qi knew that there were eyeliners from Helianqi and Li Daoren on the house, which had been difficult to scare the grass, but didn't want to be exposed by the group of dumb assassins this time, just down the donkey.

He was accustomed to the big scenes early, and I do n’t know how many times he was alive or dead. Although he was not good, a few southern Xinjiang assassins didn't pay attention. With a sneer, he continued: "Poorly seeing Helian Er, how many years, it was so easy to put on eyeliner in the palace. When the king goes back, as long as he asks who went out after night, it is natural to know. You said that he and the cow-nosed old man How can you think about it? Don't be afraid that you will lose your favor and lose your bones ... "

This is Hu Yan. There are more people going to Wangfu tonight. Jing Qi knows so well that he knew that there was such a person in the palace.

He wasn't finished talking. An assassin was anxious and tried to cross Wuxi. This was what Jing Qi was waiting for. He knew that he couldn't get his fists and kung fu out. He had already installed the poison arrow on the small crossbow. As long as he came, it was the next one. Right.

But he didn't want to. The assassin was robbed by Wuxi halfway. The child seemed to have determined that he did not have the ability to resist. He was desperately guarding him. A hook caught in the assassin's chest, and his internal organs were hooked.

However, when he turned around like this, there was a flaw behind him. An assassin immediately seized the opportunity to slash under the blade. They were moving too fast, and Jingqi's eyesight was no longer clear. Wuxi flung forward hard. I saw the assassin chasing again, and Jing Qi immediately shot the arrow on the small crossbow from a very tricky angle. The assassin was trying to kill Wuxi. He didn't watch out for his cold arrow. .

But the poisoned arrow was so poisonous that the assassin of the arrow did not take a half step forward, and then fell to the ground without moving.

This was a thrilling fight, and Jing Qi breathed a little sigh of relief, and continued to say indifferently: "Why is this so atmospheric ... Originally, your master thought that Helen II was the godfather, and one did not cooperate well, but turned into each other. After the dismantling, there are people like you who want to come to your hometown. You ca n’t be so clever. If I were you, I would just let it go. Why bother to go back to block people? ”

At that moment, just listening to the footsteps of a group of people echoing in the alley, the assassins were startled, and Jing Qi shook his head and laughed: "It's come, why, maybe a few people came from a long distance and I don't know. Secret, in order to prevent the water from flowing, it is necessary to spend flowers on the streets and rivers in order to prevent the water from flowing. The ban on allocating flowers to the streets has been in place for many years. Jin Wuwei finally came to arrest the violator. "

Then laughed aloud: "Where is King Nanning, who dares to make trouble ?!"

The closer he came, the more hurried his footstep seemed to be across the alley. The assassin's leader stunned, his fingers were whistle, and howling, several assassins all stopped, jumped on the wall and fled.

Jing Qihan said: "Oh, don't arbitrarily? Good to leave."

The little sable crouched on his shoulder, followed by a flick of his tail.

Wuxi was relieved and had not had time to speak. Jing Qi suddenly pulled him, waved at Alai Lai, and whispered, "Hurry up."

As Ai Lai is unknown, he asked, "Why go ... not Jin Wuwei ..."

"I'm in a hurry to cover them, and go back first." Jing Qi lowered his voice.

As Ai Lai ran after him, he looked back and asked, "Who is the person who came?"

Jing Qidao: "No fireworks in narrow alleys is a customary rule among folks in the neighborhood, and children who are optimistic about each family are always afraid of running away. I just caught the attention of some residents in the neighborhood just now. The lesser-eyed child who came here to teach flowers is probably irritated by such a voice just now, so the pace is faster, and you will not lose money if you don't go ... "

His voice suddenly stopped, because Wu Xi shook his head and planted him.

Jing Qi took a step back to hold him, only to feel the wet hands on his back, his heart tightened: "Are you hurt?"

Wuxi gritted his teeth for a long while and did not squeak, holding his clothes tightly, his breath was heavy, and it took a long time to slow down a bit, and he barely stood up against Jing Qi's shoulders: "I'm fine, I don't hurt, I also have antidote. Follow me, you can go. "

The child was more embarrassing than a living donkey, and Jingqi was too lazy to ignore him and said directly to Alai Lai: "carry him."

This obedient, forced to carry Wuxi on his back, the three of them returned to Wutong Mansion with blood on them.

That night, Wuxi started to burn. In terms of poison, he dared to call the second. It is estimated that no one in Daqing dared to call the first. A few southern Xinjiang warriors guarding him also said that they were okay. The normal reaction of the medicine is all right after a night of burning.

The little marten crouched beside the master's bed, and looked at this and then that with a pair of eyes, and used his small head to top Wuxi, and when the owner ignored it, he squeaked and squeaked. It is pathetic.

This witchcraft mansion is a group of grandfathers, not even a maid, Jing Qi sighed, feeling that he was the child's life, so he stayed, and told Ai Lai to find someone to go to the palace to find peace With a whistle, he was told to tell Ping An that from now on, no one in the palace can leave the house at will, and everything will wait until he returns.

After the incident, Jing Qi sat down aside, took the mink up and put it in his arms, and asked someone to bring a basin of cold water, soak the towel, put it on Wuxi's forehead, and cool him.

Outside, Ai Lai was telling other people about the evening. He used the Southern Xinjiang dialect and Jingqi couldn't understand it, but guessed what they said, didn't bother, and sat for a while, a little confused. Get up, so lean on the bed and close your eyes.

When it was almost dawn, Wuxi suddenly opened his eyes. As soon as he moved, Jing Qi woke up. He reached out and tried his forehead, and found that he still had a low fever. Knowing that he must be uncomfortable, he asked: "You still Does it hurt, do you drink water? What medicine do you use? "

But seeing Wuxi look like a trance, as if dreamed.

Jing Qi patted him gently: "Wuxi?"

Wu Xi stared at him dumbly and said with a dumb voice, "I just saw you ..."

King Qi Yiyi.

Just listen to him: "I dreamed of you ... sitting in front of a big rock with white hair, and I talked to you, but you ignored me ..."

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