Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"You got promoted?"

Du Qian was looking at the carriage going away, and he subconsciously said: "It's just the Dali Temple..."

"It's so stinking, I think it's offensive, and they made these pickled things to disgust him."

"Yeah! How come those people who are just the soldiers of the Five Cities Soldier Ma Si look so sad as if they are dead?"

"Who knows! Maybe those two people are not ordinary."

"Don't step on it! Gee! It's all manure and maggots, stay away."

"..."

With people coming and going, voices floated away.

"The officer was wrong."

Du Qian was not prepared to apologize, but his performance today was a bit overdone. Fang Xing didn't slap him to death, even if he gave Zhu Zhanji face.

Those onlookers lost the lively place, and when someone saw Fang Xing, they began to whisper.

In an instant, in the hearts of these people, Fang Xing's suspicion rose to more than 90%.

Du Qian thought about it too, so he looked at Fang Xing.

This is a pair of deep eyes.

The eyes are not big, even squinted.

But when the eyes turned slightly and stared at Du Qian, there seemed to be light bursting deep in the bottom of the eyes.

This is killing intent!

Du Qian was shocked, and subconsciously flashed to the side.

Fang Xing's gaze did not chase over, but looked forward, and the killing intent became more and more intense.

Just ahead, a man sprinted forward.

And Xin Laoqi just left from the side close to Fang Xing.

Du Qian felt relieved as he was about to ask who that person was, but Fang Xing said coldly: "Kill him!"

"Yes, sir."

Fang Xing walked out of Xiaodao and Fang Wu behind him, and the two quietly touched them.

Du Qian's face was pale, like the white belly of the fish before dawn.

"Xing He Bo..."

Talking about murder in front of Dali Temple Qing, this matter... Du Qian, who has not yet taken office as a new official, feels a bit inappropriate, and...

"The man and the three people who splashed dung, passed by before, stayed for a moment, and said a few words."

The knife had already approached the man from the side, and the man suddenly looked back and then ran away.

At this time the crowd was scattered, it was the time of mixing.

The man rushed into the crowd, only a few times before Fang Xing lost his trace.

But the knife had been chasing, Fang Wu rounded around from the right.

What did that man say?

How did Fang Xing know?

"He said... do it now!"

Fang Xing hurriedly followed, Du Qian stood there thinking for a while, and finally entered the palace.

He thanked him for leaving the palace, so after arriving at the Palace of the Qing Dynasty, Zhu Zhanji asked in surprise.

"Your Majesty, someone just now..."

At this time, the person who came to report the letter also arrived, and Du Qian let him aside.

"Your Majesty, those two were attacked just now..."

"...Dung water and maggots, the two were not injured, but rather pickled..."

The corners of Zhu Zhanji's mouth twitched.

"...The people from the Five Cities Soldier Ma Si are pursuing those three people, but Xing Hebo is there, and his family seems to be chasing someone."

Du Qian walked to the middle and said: "Your Majesty, Xing He's family found a stranger who has been on the trail, and he has chased him up, but probably that person...I'm afraid that he won't survive."

Fang Xing's murderous intention is so serious!

Yang Rong felt that Fang Xing's methods were a bit dangerous, and he ignored the law and was even more likely to despise the emperor.

Zhu Zhanji sighed softly, his voice was very soft, but it spread far away in the quiet hall.

Everyone was awe-inspiring, knowing that the emperor was afraid to be angry.

Zhu Zhanji slapped the chair and said, "That pair of uncles and nephews acted rashly!"

This is from the emperor's qualitativeness!

——Your family suddenly risked two people to come to the capital and run around. What is it for?

Du Qian was agitated, and suddenly said with blessing to his soul: "Your Majesty, can someone scold me so that I can let people know the attitude of the DPRK..."

Zhu Zhanji nodded appreciatively, and ordered: "Purpose..."

In the past, the purpose of planning is considered to be a cutting-edge work, can show one's writing level, and can show one's own bosom.

But today, everyone hesitated. In the end, under Zhu Zhanji's cold gaze, Yang Rong had no choice but to take over the important task.

...

On the street, as the sun gradually rose, the crowd began to scatter on both sides and speeded up the pace.

The pace of the knife is small, and the range is small, but the speed is very fast.

He just rolled his eyes slightly, and sprinted to the left.

Fang Wu came from the right side of the front intersection at the same time. He stood in the middle of the cross, turned slowly, and then headed straight ahead.

Xiaodao saw him, but did not stop, but a little faster.

Fang Wu followed him closely, and the two of them were one after the other.

There is a dead end ahead, only three people are in front...

Fang Wu suddenly accelerated, stepped out from the side of Xiaodao, and then blocked in front of him, also blocking the sharp vision that suddenly turned around.

one person!

The big man who turned around said a few words hastily, and the two companions beside him immediately turned around and walked over with a grinning grin.

Fang Wu narrowed his eyes, and said hurriedly: "Three people, left and right."

After speaking, he drew a long knife.

The three big men on the opposite side remained unchanged in the middle, just observing the left and right walls.

The two big men from left and right walked hurriedly, and their hands were actually holding iron chains.

As the distance narrowed, the two chains began to dance.

The humming voice approached, Fang Wu's eyes flickered, and when the opponent was approaching ten steps, he suddenly bowed his head.

He wants to run?

The two men were dumbfounded, and then they saw a figure leaping up behind Fang Wu.

The person is in the air, and the right hand of the knife is waving.

As soon as the flying knife was sent out, Fang Wu rushed forward with a roar.

The light of the knife flashed, and the man on the left got a knife in his throat. The iron chain was still dancing according to inertia, and then wrapped around his wrist, arm, and finally...

The man on the left crashed to the ground, and the man on the right was timid, because a throwing knife appeared in the knife's right hand.

Fang Wu stepped forward quickly, and the man subconsciously swung the knife, while raising his left hand, preparing to block the throwing knife of the knife.

But the knife just raised his hand, and then rushed to the man who remained in place.

He rushed past the man on the right, and Fang Wu's long knife swung at the same time.

Blood was splashing behind him, and the man in front of him changed his complexion and shouted, "Little..."

The flying knife flashed past, and the knife slowed down.

The man clutched the throwing knife stuck in his throat and swayed towards the knife.

There was no accident with the knife, he walked over, and when the man let go of his right hand and swayed to grab his neck, he quickly grasped the knife and pulled it out...

Turning around, listening to the sound of the human body falling to the ground behind him, the knife said unhappily: "Fifth brother, why don't you let the Lord live?"

...

"This is Taoism~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is a dispute of interests."

Ma Su rushed over, his complexion not very good-looking.

"The staff gave you a face?"

This is a teahouse. Shen Shishi has already arrived, but he didn't find a chance to speak.

Ma Su wiped the sweat from his forehead and said calmly: "They said you did it again, but the disciple knew that you would not repeat a method."

Fang Xing smiled until he reached the chair beside him, "Sit down, too."

Shen Shitou sat down and said with a bitter expression: "Uncle Xinghe, you must not have done this, but who did it? There is a lot of noise outside. Your Majesty is not happy. You have to find out who is behind..."

"No need to check!"

Fang Xing took a sip of tea and said, "This is not a state matter, it's just an orthodoxy, or a personal grievance. There is no need to get involved with your majesty... Your Majesty doesn't need to worry about these... private matters..."