The cold voice was like the frost of the cold winter wax moon, and the wrinkled forehead of Zhao Yuxiang, who was wearing a thin silk robe, suddenly oozed sweat droplets the size of soybeans.

The Nine Roads Villa, which was as heavily defended as the Ouchi Imperial Palace, had infiltrated the Assassins! What a joke, where did those secret guards lurking on the roof die?

Zhao Yuxiang's robe was covered with trembling hands, and he quietly pressed to the edge of the desk, where there was a mechanism hidden with poisonous arrows, as long as he lightly touched the subtle bulge, the poisonous arrows would shoot out on the wall behind him, and he was wearing armor that could block the sword, and with that person behind him, even if the arrow was shot, it would only hit the assassin's back, and would not hurt himself.

Zhao Yuxiang's hand just touched the mechanism, and before he had time to press it, he felt a pain in his hand, he screamed, and then his ass was kicked violently, and the whole person was kicked to the center of the study like a ball, and his head hit the cold ground.

Zhao Yuxiang, whose head was knocked to the ground, raised his palm and looked at it, only to feel that his heart was broken, and the five fingers of his right hand had been cut off together, and blood was gushing out.

He raised his head and looked at the person standing at the desk in horror, and after only one glance, he immediately lowered his head and did not dare to look again.

It was a tall young man, dressed in green clothes shining in the candlelight, his eyes were as clear as the deep sea, his facial features seemed to be carved by a skilled craftsman with a lifetime of energy, and he couldn't jump out of the fault of half a minute - no - wrong - M.{qul}{edU}.com, the lines were clear and natural, but the whole body exuded a compelling momentum that people dare not look up to.

"The hero spares his life, if he wants gold and silver, I will immediately ask his family to send it, if he wants a beautiful woman, the hero takes a fancy to it, you can take it away immediately, and the hero spares his life!"

The man in Tsing Yi smiled coldly: "Master Zhao, why don't you dare to look up at me? I'm not a hero, I'm just a little slave of your Zhuangzi." ”

Zhao Yuxiang's palm was in severe pain, and he couldn't react for a while, watching the blood gushing out like a spring, he only felt cold all over his body, if this blood flowed like this, it would not take half an hour, and he would kill himself, he could only use another good hand, barely pulling through a curtain cloth, squeezing the wound hard, slowing down the blood flow.

The man in Tsing Yi didn't stop him, just stood in place and looked at him coldly.

After Zhao Yuxiang finished bandaging, the man in Tsing Yi said lightly: "The owner of Zhao Zhuang has been clothed and fed all his life, but have you ever tried the days of lack of food and clothing, cold and starvation? At this moment, you only shed a little blood, and your face is so frightened that your face is like ashes, how can you be worthy of being the world-famous master of Jiudao Villa? Are you an impostor?"

"My old man is not talented, it is Zhao Yuxiang, the old man is just an ordinary person who has no power to restrain the chicken, and I ask the hero to raise his noble hand and let the old man live. ”

If you don't admit that your surname is Zhao Yuxiang, I may still let you live, but now that you have admitted it, I have to take the head on my neck. ”

Zhao Yuxiang was prostrate on the ground, secretly cursing the secret guard on Zhuangzi in his heart, why is it so pustuated, he has been put in for so long at this moment, and he has not been able to detect it.

"You don't have to expect the people in your village to come to rescue you, they all went to the back mountain to search for me, do you think that if dozens of secret posts are set up outside the village, I can't come in?"

Zhao Yuxiang trembled and said: "Don't dare, the hero is brave, those on my village are all wine bags and rice bags, of course I can't stop the hero, I don't know if the hero comes to the village, what are you doing?"

The man in Tsing Yi patted the robe on his body leisurely, last night's heavy rain, the clothes were wet from the inside out, he was very good at water, after the rain stopped, he dived into the lake, stayed in the water for several hours, and waited until the sunset in the West Mountain, before Shi Shiran went ashore, grilled fish and clothes, the lake is the place where he used to come, he naturally knows where to hide and hide, although the secret guards on the village have diverged manpower to find him, but most of the power is concentrated in the back mountain, I didn't expect that he was hidden in the lake all day, naturally he can't find it.

The ten secret guards of the eaves didn't have time to see who was coming, so they were sealed by him with a sword, and they were all lying on the roof basking in the moonlight at the moment.

"My name is Xiong Chen, the lord of Zhao Zhuang is busy, so he naturally forgot me, but I haven't forgotten Zhao Zhuangzi, this time I made a special trip to meet you, the owner!"

Xiong Chen? This is Xiong Chen, the slave that Fairy Xiaolan ordered him to follow his whereabouts every month two years ago? This kid actually hid the eyes of hundreds of secret guards in the village and got in?

Zhao Yuxiang only sighed unlucky, he secretly raised his eyes, and glanced at Xiong Chen quickly, this person in front of him is indeed a little similar to the portrait brought back by the spies, but the real person seems to be a little more powerful and awe-inspiring than the portrait, Zhao Yuxiang was surprised in his heart, such an outstanding character, if he was a slave on his Zhuangzi two years ago, he would not believe it if he killed himself.

Zhuangzi's slaves are mostly dark and thin, short in stature, Zhao Yuxiang never looks at it much on weekdays, in his eyes, slaves are like ants under their feet, they can be trampled on at will.

"Ahem, it turned out to be Xiong Gongzi cough cough, the past Mo Ti, cough cough, the past Mo Ti, now Jiudao Villa is just an ordinary Zhuangzi, the old man is just a dying person, Xiong Gongzi suffered some in the Zhuangzi that day, this is the old man's should not be, if you want to be angry, you can rush to the old man alone, please don't embarrass the people on the Zhuangzi. ”

Xiong Chen walked up to Zhao Yuxiang, raised his toes slightly, and lifted Zhao Yuxiang's chin: "Let me ask you, where are the slaves in Zhuangzi?"

Zhao Yuxiang hurriedly said: "Back to Xiong Gongzi's words, two years ago, the old man was influenced by the fairy and dismissed thousands of slaves in Zhuangzi, and I gave them a settling-in allowance of 1,000 taels of silver each. ”

Xiong Chen frowned and said, "What fairy?" ”

Zhao Yuxiang lightly touched Xiong Chen's boots with the back of his hand, and said in a trembling voice: "Can Xiong Gongzi be light, the old man's chin is about to fall off." ”

Xiong Chen snorted and put his feet down.

Zhao Yuxiang stroked his red and swollen chin, looking at the bloody palm, he knew that this moment had reached the point of life, two years ago, the fairy appeared to punish himself, just ordered himself to do this and that, but he didn't even touch his fingers for half a point, today this Xiong Chen, as soon as he made a move, he cut off five of his fingers, and it seemed that he jumped slightly, but in fact, he used ingenuity, and almost removed his chin.

Fairy Xiaolan doesn't like to kill, but this jade-faced Yama is murderous, it's different!

Zhao Yuxiang's whole body trembled, and he couldn't speak: "Two years ago, there was a beautiful fairy who told the old man to do three things, the first thing was to dismiss all the slaves on the Zhuangzi, and afterwards the fairy cast a spell to wash away all the memories of everyone involved in this matter, leaving the old man alone sober, so the world does not know about it." ”

Xiong Chen's face changed: "Fairy, what kind of fairy?"

Zhao Yuxiang gasped and said in a low voice: "That fairy didn't say where she came from, well, by the way, I have long forgotten what she said to the old man's concubine, I have long forgotten my name, you can call me Xiaolan Fairy, this Xiaolan fairy is very beautiful, as beautiful as the moon in the sky, and the old man doesn't dare to look at it more." ”

Xiong Chen's body shook, his hands pressed on the sandalwood desk that Zhao Yuxiang usually used, and his voice fluctuated anxiously: "Fairy Xiaolan?"

Zhao Yuxiang swallowed his saliva: "The old man doesn't know that she is a fairy, she said so." ”

Xiong Chen shouted, "How can you be sure that she is a fairy?"

"She is indeed a fairy, her body shines with colorful brilliance, and the whole courtyard is filled with light, such a spectacle The old man lived for more than fifty years, and it was the first time he saw that fairy who was definitely in the sky. ”

Xiong Chen slammed his palm down on the sandalwood bookcase, and the thick bookcase snapped into two.

"What's the second thing that Fairy Xiaolan tells you to do?"

"Back to Gongzi's words, the second thing Fairy Xiaolan told the old man to do was to order the old man's family to go up the mountain to dig gold. ”

"Dig for gold? Your family will go up the mountain to dig for gold yourself?"

"It was Fairy Xiaolan who said, there is a rare treasure hidden in the mountain, and that treasure was originally her thing, and she wants to borrow my hand to dig it out. In the past two years, the old man took his family to get up early and work hard every day, just to complete the task ordered by the fairy. ”

Zhao Yuxiang stretched out his palm, which was still intact: "Son, please look, the old man's palm is full of calluses, this is the evidence." ”

Xiong Chen's stern eyes swept away, and his tone was more sarcastic: "Lord Zhao Zhuang is pampered on weekdays, and he didn't expect to pick up a hoe and dig up gold today, haha, how are you doing this day of sweating?"

Zhao Yuxiang had cold sweat on his forehead, and he lowered his head and said, "Thank you for your son's care, the old man feels fine." ”

"And what is the third thing?"

"The third thing is—"

Zhao Yuxiang paused, and said extremely cautiously: "Young Master Xiong, have you seen Fairy Xiaolan?"

"No, I didn't come into the villa to see some fairy, say, what's the third thing?"

"The third thing is to order the old man to send secret guards every month to search for the whereabouts of the son, record it on a note, and incinerate it at the lake on the night of the full moon every month. ”

Xiong Chen shrugged and changed color, only to feel that a heart in his chest was beating violently.

"You say, she asked you to send someone to collect my daily actions, record them, and go to the lake and incinerate them for her?"

"It's the fairy who ordered it, the old man followed the fairy's instructions, meticulously executed, the son visited the mountain last night, the old man already knew, and ordered his subordinates not to stop it. ”