- Although Tak Yi Lou is the most popular choice for many Beijing businessmen or officials in the DPRK and China when talking about business and confidantes, Ling Li is not ready to confide those two words until he is sure of the sound insulation effect of this elegant house on the upper floor of Tak Yat Building, because the incidents that these two words are easy to involve are really terrible.

In case these two words are stolen by miscellaneous ears, the few people who have entered this capital, no matter how strong their personal skills are, will immediately become lambs to be bound under the search formation of more than 10,000 Kyoto garrison soldiers.

However, for his fellow uncles and brothers, the tacit communication between them has long supported them in interpreting this silent mouth shape and gesture.

The faces of the other three people in the room were still calm except for the broken sword, and the other two young people all changed their expressions drastically.

In Room C, No. 3 on the second floor of Deyi Building, a quiet atmosphere that was close to solidification lasted for a long time, and then it was revealed by a sharp sentence: "As for why Uncle Fu Jian went there, and even Sun Jin hid it, it was obviously because of the presence of the target person. ”

Suddenly, he felt a stagnant breath rising in his chest, and his breathing was a little difficult, Ling Li paused slightly, took a deep breath, and then continued: "The martial arts of the attendants carried by that big man are not weak, and Uncle Fu Jian will even hide it from Sun Jin, and the main reason should be here." Whether it was what he himself was noticed by those people, or what Sun Jin showed after recognizing Uncle Fu Jian, and being captured by those people, it would be extremely dangerous for you to come to Kyoto this time. ”

"Even if it's as you say......" In the voice of his friend's explanation, Wu Qinan came back to his senses for a moment. He immediately noticed a key flaw in his friend's words and immediately asked, "How can you be sure that that person is ......?"

When it came to the last two words, Wu Qinan only moved his mouth slightly exaggeratedly, and did not make a sound.

"You forgot?" Ling Li looked at Wu Qinan, a little surprised by his forgetfulness, "Three years ago, we all met at the beach. ”

"Just that look from three years ago...... I ......" Wu Qinan's brows furrowed slightly, and he searched through all the facial impressions in his mind, convinced that the figure in the bright yellow robe he saw at a glance on the beach three years ago was indeed blurred. He tugged at the corners of his mouth and said, "I have to admit it." I don't have any memories like you. ”

Wu Qinan's words fell, and Sun Jin, who was listening to the side, continued: "I, like Qi Nan, can't remember clearly. But I think it takes three years to remember a person's face just by looking at it from afar. I can't help but be a little more demanding on myself. Qi Nan and I won't remember that person. Mainly because we didn't think that one day would ever happen. Compete with the man you've only met once. ”

What Sun Jin said is not unreasonable. Even as a professional killer, in addition to the mission goal, there will be more or less time to meet the eyes of some people who have nothing to do with it every day. Not every such passer-by will become a wisp of the soul of his own hands.

And if you carve every face you have seen in your heart, and store these memories for the opportunity to die in the future, wouldn't such a life be able to live without ghosts? Although the killer is doing the work of picking people's lives, Yan Sù said that they are also flesh and blood who grew up eating whole grains, and there are always times when they need to relax their nerves.

Although the two young people, Sun Jin and Wu Qinan, couldn't remember the faces that they hurriedly glanced at at at the seaside three years ago from a distance of hundreds of zhang, but from Ling Li's words, they remembered what the young man Ling Li said three years ago, and both of them couldn't help but have a trace of cold in their eyes.

The two partners who have lived and practiced art together for more than ten years have long known that they have long been accustomed to this. But at this moment, they showed great surprise at this familiar little thing, because they pondered the latent motives of Ling Li so forcibly remembering the figure they saw in a hurry three years ago, and thinking about it made people feel a chill down their spine.

However, the two young people quickly thought that Ling Li would have planted this idea in their hearts for a long time, and I am afraid that it was mainly due to the cultivation of Fu Jian. Thinking of Uncle Fu Jian, who is also the master of the three of them, this person's mind is deep and complex, and looking at today's incident together, it makes people feel terrible.

The two young people, including Ling Li, didn't want to figure out the master's intentions so much, but at this time, they were already a little unavoidable, they were already recalling the fragment of watching the beach three years ago, and they had also remembered what Fu Jian said on the beach that day.

When the three young disciples of the sect who were like siblings were taken to the east coast of Kyoto by Fu Jian three years ago, the three teenagers who had not yet debuted at that time almost thought that they were really going to play, although their Fu Jian master still looked like he was still having a stern expression and a cold and hard tone that day, not quite like he was playing with them.

Now recalling and pondering what Fu Jian said that day, it makes people feel that Fu Jian foresaw and began to prepare for today's events three years ago. can think about it carefully, no matter whether the target person is strong or weak, the instructions of the sect are not up to Fu Jian alone. For every transaction, it was definitely decided after careful and careful consideration and discussion by the elders in the sect.

Although Fu Jian was the master of the three of them, he only had the qualifications to comply with every business order issued by the sect, and he was absolutely unable to make changes to it.

Since the business to be completed in Beijing this time was a decision reached after careful consideration by the sect, Fu Jian, who played a role as a link in this matter, concealed some information from them in advance, but they still believed in the estimation and judgment of the sect, and they should not let them do what they could not complete.

But Ling Li didn't recuperate well at this time, so he came here with his sick body to tell them this, what are you doing? He came by stealth and followed, obviously with a deliberate intention to avoid the sword, and in his intention, he could vaguely see a sense of wanting to stop, why?

Both young men quickly analyzed the connection between these past events and today's trip to Kyoto in their minds, trying to check for possible loopholes before the mission plan was launched. After all, the target is too powerful this time. Maybe the time they miss is when they are wiped out of dust.

But at this time, they still had no intention of giving up. The sect has never made a failure plan for nearly a hundred years, and this accumulation of experience and the establishment of a certain evaluation authority are both sources of trust that the disciples of the sect will not question upward.

And seeing that the two companions were silent and no longer spoken, but the expressions on their faces were a little fluctuating, and at this moment, they had completely remembered what happened on the beach three years ago. Three years ago, they had shown him this kind of expression, and there was a hint of alienation in the horror, as if they had seen a monster.

A look of Qi flashed under his eyes, he took a deep breath, and then said slowly: "A few days ago. You're all still out of town. So I don't know what happened in Kyonai. In fact, even the inhabitants of the capital did not know how many people had been locked up in the dark besieged city that had surrounded a tree with apricot blossoms a few days earlier, and had bled dry that night. ”

Listen to what he has to say. The two young men, Sun Jin and Wu Qinan, only showed more confused expressions on their faces. Folding the sword, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke: "Then how do you know?" ”

"A few days ago, Senior Sister Fu came to visit Qingfeng Pavilion. I feel her affection xù、What she said。 It's all getting a lot weirder, so ......" Ling Li hesitated, "so I looked at her list." And according to the instructions on the list of times and places, followed her into the besieged city. ”

When he said this, not only Sun Jin and Wu Qinan in the room were shocked, but even the broken sword couldn't help frowning.

"Listen to me after the rest of the story." Seeing that the expressions of the two companions obviously had something to say, Ling Li took a step ahead of others, and then continued with the words of the above: "There should be at least three hundred killers who died in that besieged city that night, and among these three hundred souls, at least more than twenty people were killed by him... That is, the interception and killing of the target person of your mission. Not only did he practice a very strong martial arts by himself, but those attendants who belonged to him were not much weaker than us. ”

These sharp sentences are not very detailed, but they can sharply grasp several key points in the interception and killing incident in which hundreds of people participated that night.

The target who personally jumped into the whirlpool of siege and killing, and went back and forth in the assassination steps of hundreds of killers, not only did not get hurt, but was able to kill the emperor of more than 20 killers, and locked these hundreds of souls in the city without leaking...... These incoherent pictures gradually appeared in their minds, but they could make Sun Jin and Wu Qinan clearly feel what a strong fishy smell was in the air above the wolf's tooth siege that night.

"The impression I saw three years ago was a little faint, but on that night a few days ago, I watched that person become a stronger person, so of course I will not continue to forget his appearance." It seems that because he recalls the tension of surviving that night, when Ling Li said this, his already somewhat unsteady breathing rhythm suddenly became a little shorter, "I don't know, if I didn't go with me that night, would Senior Sister Fu be able to come back later." But now, I think that although I violated the rules of the sect by doing this, at least it will not make me feel sorry and sad. ”

Sun Jin and Wu Qinan didn't speak, but their eyes obviously became complicated.

But when Folding Sword heard Ling Li talk about what happened in the Wolf's Tooth Siege that night to this point, his expression still looked very calm, and he slowly asked: "If the precautions of that city are really leaky, then how did you and Fu Yuhua leave there later?" ”

He, who had always given a gentle impression to the young disciples of the sect, did not care whether Ling Li and his senior sister were severely injured in such a dangerous siege at the moment, but was eager to know how they successfully escaped.

Ling Li felt that Folding Sword was faintly accusing him of violating the rules of the sect, so his tone of voice would be a little more indifferent, so he didn't think much about this difference in Folding Sword, and continued to answer truthfully: "This is also something I want to tell you and want you to remember." By his side, in addition to his righteous brother's martial arts are very powerful, it is almost impossible to measure the depth, in fact, there is a second master by his side, but he is a monk. ”

"Monk?" Sun Jin and Wu Qinan repeated these two words in a lost voice, and at the same time, their minds quickly turned. And soon thought of the same direction, and said in unison: "Could it be the people in the small temple of the bamboo forest in Nancheng?" ”

"I don't know." Ling Li shook his head, and then slowly lowered his gaze, "That night, Senior Sister Fu and I saw that the front door couldn't be completed, and there was already a mess there, so we were ready to advance and retreat, first hide in the palace, and when the situation calmed down, we were a little lax while those sergeants had been killed all night." Find a way to get out again. So we went around to the east side of the harem. But I didn't expect to meet the monk there. ”

"Or maybe it's because he is a Buddhist, although he saw me and Senior Sister Fu, he didn't chase down the killer. But I saw the counter-fire moves he used against the killers, and it was clear. I probably won't be able to make ten moves under him. ”

Sun Jin suddenly said at this time: "That's because your poisonous wounds have not healed." Both the spirit and the body are discounted. If it was in the heyday of your body, wouldn't you be able to even resist ten moves? ”

"This 'Ten Tricks to Be Sad' is not compared to my physical condition at the time, the black-clothed killers who fought against him that night. Most of them only need the speed of his punch and palm, and they will be knocked back or fly out......" Ling Li muttered for a while, slowly raised his gaze, and swept over the faces of the two young people in front of him who had lived together for more than ten years, "In short, if this monk is still in Kyoto, then even if his sworn brother leaves here temporarily, you may not be able to get it." ”

The "he" mentioned in his words is Nan Zhaodang's son today, Wang Chi.

"His" sworn brother, that is, the commander of the Kyoto garrison, single-handedly managed the military power of Kyoto from the inside out. And in the eyes of all those who have the potential to have an unstable impact on the order of Kyoto, especially those who want to directly assassinate the monarch and change the ruler of the world, one of his more glaring identities is the terrifying power he has gained in martial arts.

Therefore, whenever the emperor attends a large-scale occasion, he will still take this commander, who has already served as a heavy city guard, with him like a small attendant, and the distance between the two is no more than three steps.

This is not only Wang Chi's trust in Li Gai, but also a wake-up call for any young people.

Someone once tried to shoot crossbow arrows at Wang Chi from a distance, but saw that the sharp arrows stopped at a finger's distance from Wang Chi's chest, and then as if they were suddenly surrounded by more than a dozen knives and peeled off, they turned into pieces of wood like dead leaves, and sprinkled the heads of Wang Chi's golden-scaled boots.

This is one of the more successful assassinations of Wang Chi, but it failed to achieve the ultimate goal.

In order to accumulate the experience necessary for this relatively successful operation, I don't know how many assassins were pulled out of the rooftops of tall buildings, from winding alleys, and even from the black and smelly gutters by the subordinates trained by the commander, and tortured in torture cells mixed with the smell of rust and feces and urine, and finally exhausted their physical strength to death.

The only attack closest to the target had all but ended all hope of an accidental assassination.

Thus most of those who have embarked on this path have now chosen another path, which seems to be more direct and faster than the accidental assassination, but at the same time it is also a one-plank bridge, a one-plank bridge built by the noble man with his self-confidence so strong that it cannot help but be questioned, and this bridge that trembles when someone walks through it is a trap set by that person.

Occasionally, some people think of the siege of wolf's fangs, which is pitch black in the quiet of the night, and at the same time grins like a row of sharp teeth towards the starlit sky, which is a standing that devours intruders.

Under the control of the nobleman, as long as he had the idea of doing it, the heavy tripod would become a basket in the hand of the urchin, and when the finch begging for food fell into the shadow under the basket, the naughty boy would pull down the long, shadowless thread in his hand, and at one end of the thread was tied a wooden stick that supported the "opening mouth" of the plate.

To describe Wang Chi's behavior in a contemptuous tone, it seems to be a shadow of a child, in short, there is no rule of conduct of those in power. And if you objectively say it, Wang Chi is using himself as bait, and he believes that his bait will never be swallowed by those people he deliberately put in.

Only his city will devour others, and he trusts his friends and men.

He had not done this once or twice, and although his motives and purposes for doing so were clear, there were still quite a few people who were willing to sprint towards the single-plank bridge, for the best chance seemed to lie ahead of the most dangerous path.

Wang Chi was confident that he would not fall into the hands of such a young person, so he would deliberately stand in a certain place as a target on a certain day every few years. But there were also those who committed the assassination who firmly believed that he was looking for death. For the assassin, there is only one success, but many deaths are paid for this time. As for Wang Chi, he can only die once.

Only on that day would Wang Chi withdraw the strongest force defense around him three steps away, and as long as the strongman took one more step back, it would be as if he was ten steps closer to the target for the assassin.

But despite this, they failed repeatedly. This has to make some of them retreat and cowardice.

Is there really anything in the world that can't be done?

Change the background, change the place, change the person to do it. It's not necessarily impossible. What's more, Wang Chi is just one person, he only has one life, and his use of himself as bait will sooner or later be terminated by the counterattack of those prey he trapped.

Now it seems that the opportunity to replace the background location is coming. And it was a different group of people who seized this opportunity. It is these disciples from Yutian Sect who are standing in the No. 3 private room on the second floor of Deyi Building at this moment. They were about to find out from another sect master who was coming here. The news that the strongest martial artist around Wang Chi is about to leave Beijing.

But before that, they were first hindered by a fellow disciple.

The reason for obstruction is Wang Chi's side. In fact, there is a hidden master, whose strength should not be underestimated. Even as long as he is still by Wang Chi's side, then even if Li Gai leaves Kyoto and wants to assassinate Wang Chi, the process is still as difficult as climbing to the sky. It is likely that embarking on this path will result in no return, even if there is a change of assassins from the Feather Heaven Sect.

Just when everyone in the room learned about the martial arts monk's cunzài, they all fell into a complicated silence, and the door behind the folding sword was knocked again.

Listening to the footsteps of the comer, this time it should really be the guy running downstairs coming up.

Fu Jian let go of the hand that was gripping Ling Li's shoulder and turned to open the door.

The shoulder lost his grip, and he should have felt more relaxed, but at this time, he only suddenly felt a sinking on his shoulder, as if a cast hundred-pound iron lock was suddenly pressed, although he stood in place and did not move a step, his body shook for no reason.

Wu Qinan, whose eyes were as clear as ice and snow, had a quick eye, and reached out with one hand, holding it on the forearm of his right hand, and wanted to help him sit down.

Ling Li only shook his head slightly, and did not move half a step.

Folding Sword stood at the door of the room that was only half open, and had a brief conversation with the running hall man of Na Deyi Building. Looking from the outside to the inside from this angle of opening the door, it is still impossible to see how many people are in the room, and whether the folding sword is holding something in the hand behind the door, but his expression shows outsiders, but he is more lazy and even has to stand to hold on to the door and does not want to exert more force.

"Sorry to disturb the guest officer......"

"What's the matter?"

"There is an old man downstairs who wants to come up, and he pointed out the room number of the guest officer, saying that you invited him to come up."

"What does it look like?"

"His beard and hair are all white, and at a glance he looks like a fairy wind bone, and I suspect that he is a warlock with a face, but the strange thing is that he still has a girl by his side."

"Oh...... Bring him up, he's my friend from afar. ”

After saying this, the guy who ran the hall was about to go down to pick up someone, and the broken sword was about to close the door, he suddenly remembered something again, reached out and took it out in his arms, and at the same time stopped the guy, and said with a slight smile: "You look at his appearance, you should be able to guess that this friend of mine has a strange temper, but he is not a clumsy person, if he doesn't allow you to follow later, don't be angry with him." ”

The guy who ran the hall didn't see this kind of person in the private room area on the second floor, and he understood the words of the sword as soon as he heard it.

After taking a piece of broken silver thrown by the folding sword, the guy who ran the hall said with a smile: "The best friend of the guest officer is the guest who came to our building, and it is too late for the little one to serve with respect, how can it block the distinguished guest, you can rest assured!" ”

The guy who looked at the Deyi Mansion walked a few steps away before folding the sword to close the door, and when he turned around, a smile on the corner of his mouth cooled.

Seeing Broken Sword's face, Ling Li already knew in his heart, but he didn't immediately say anything to Broken Sword, but looked sideways at his two senior brothers and said, "Senior Uncle Fu Jian is coming up soon, I have to make a long story short." If the task he gives you next is really directed at that person, you will most likely not be able to do it. ”

Sun Jin finally remembered something, and said very quickly: "I think of the grandfather and grandson who sang in the wonton restaurant." The Uncle Fu Jian you said was there just now, that's them, right? ”

Before Ling Li could speak, Wu Qinan on the side had already punched him in the shoulder, and said with a smile or a sad voice: "Little Sun, I haven't seen you for a few days, you seem to have become stupid." He was not in the wonton restaurant just now, and he didn't see the process of the matter, so his judgment of Sun Jin was a little superficial.

Sun Jin raised his hand and grabbed the fist on his shoulder and shook it away, not in the slightest intention of playing with him, but he also did not justify anything on this matter.

He only frowned slightly. Continuing what he had just said, he said, "But that's what puzzles me. If the old man who stroked the qin was Uncle Fu Jian. Why did he reveal a moment of martial arts when he walked into the wonton restaurant? Wasn't he trying to avoid Wang Chi's attention? ”

As soon as these words came out, the slight smile on Wu Qinan's face froze.

And for Ling Li, who was also in the wonton restaurant just now, he was also puzzled by Sun Jin's doubts.

"I can't figure this out either." Ling Li sighed softly. "I'm going later than you. And it was a hint from him. I'm not going to get out of there. When I first left there, I thought he was going to strike first, so he was in a hurry to come to you. But I didn't expect you to know the details of the matter. ”

"Uncle Shi is back again, he has a junior sister with weak martial arts, if he fights with many people, I am afraid it will inevitably be lost." The puzzled look on Sun Jin's face became deeper, "But after listening to what the guy from Deyi Lou said just now, it is not difficult for us to imagine that he should have changed his appearance again, and his temperament is leisurely, not like he has just experienced a fight." ”

"I don't know what's going on...... Ling Li seems to be silently making a decision in his heart, so he only said half of his words before he groaned, and after a while, he finally spoke: "A few days ago, I ......"

Before he could finish his hesitant words, the sound of footsteps sounded from far and near in the doorway, ordinary to others, but all too familiar to everyone in the room.

The footsteps suddenly became much faster when they came upstairs, and they only hesitated halfway through the words, and the door was opened by the people who came upstairs.

The moment the door opened, Fu Jian's gaze shot in like a straight sword, and his target was clearly Lingli. And what everyone in the room can see is that Fu Jian's gaze at this time is full of unkindness.

Fu Jian had just walked into the room, he seemed to have eyes behind him, and the moment he saw the folding sword close the door, he reprimanded the harsh words and surged in a calm voice, "Interfering with the mission of the sect, eavesdropping on the list of fellow disciples, and cutting the morale of the same sect before the new task, these three crimes of violating the rules of the sect are enough for you to stay in the water prison for a whole year." ”

Thinking of the water prison in the sect that is dedicated to detaining disobedient disciples, there is no one who comes out of there who does not lose a few pieces of skin on his body, Sun Jin and Wu Qinan in the house immediately prepared to intercede for Ling Li in front of his uncle.

However, before the two of them could speak, they heard Fu Jian say coldly: "It's just that your poisonous injuries have not healed, I can not report to the sect for the time being, I think you should know how to restrain yourself." ”

Most of the martial arts of the three young people in the room were taught by Fu Jian, but Sun Jin and Wu Qinan had long known that Fu Jian had spent far more effort and energy to cultivate Ling Li than the two of them. Seeing him say this at this time, although he still refused to ease his tone in the slightest, this was his usual temper, not necessarily what he looked like when he was extremely angry, and he probably wouldn't really punish Ling Li or anything.

The two young men stopped talking, and they both silently breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, and then they saw Fu Jian looking sideways at Folding Sword, and said in a rare and amiable tone: "Senior Brother Folding, you can send Ling Li back to Qingfeng Pavilion." ”

Folding Sword didn't speak, just nodded, and then approached Ling Li, holding one hand on his right forearm.

Ling Li also knew very well in his heart that as long as Fu Jian came up, it would be too late for him to say anything. Not only that, if he still insists on something at this time, it will only serve to increase the anger of the master and apprentice. In addition, he was actually not sure if the idea he had time to say just now was just his own care. After a slight hesitation, he still chose to suppress the unspoken words in his heart.

When he went out with the folding sword, Ling Li glanced attentively at the young girl that Fu Jian had brought with him.

At this time, not only Fu Jian's bitter and bitter ragged clothes and withered qin outfit had changed, but the girl he took with him was also a new one. The outfit she had just worn as a singer in the wonton restaurant was changed into a plain water-colored shirt with plum marks. The thin cheeks washed away the pale powder of the decoration, revealing a natural faint healthy flush, lining this slightly simple but faintly elegant dress, making her feel a youthful and moving breath all over.

This is his fellow junior sister, but he didn't learn art under the same master as him, so since the day she entered the sect, he has only seen her two or three times. After meeting these two or three times, the time gap between them was huge, and when the junior sister entered the sect, she was at the age of extremely fast growth, so he met her every time. will feel a strong sense of strangeness from the bottom of my heart.

Ling Li remembered the last time he saw this junior sister. She was still just like a bamboo pole, and when she saw her again today, she was truly like a girl.

It's just that Fu Jian brought her to Kyoto at a prime age.

As you expected, this trip to Kyoto. There are many dangers when there is zài. But this junior sister is the same as senior sister Fu Yuhua. In the sect, she mainly learned not martial arts, but one of the four elegances of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she was really not suitable to appear in the whirlpool of the Kyoto assassination.

If the current emperor is ready to choose a princess for his son. Maybe this junior sister can replace the daughter of a certain lady and be able to blend into the palace. But there has been no news in the palace yet, and I am afraid that in the past three months, there will be no such opportunity.

So what did Fu Jian bring her for?

Although Fu Jian is usually indifferent and doesn't know what pity is, he is not stupid, and he will not do a loss-making business.

When Ling Li stared at his junior sister with a suspicious gaze, his junior sister, whom he rarely met, was also looking at him with the same gaze, the difference was that he was actually questioning Fu Jian's purpose in doing this, and his junior sister was identifying this somewhat familiar person.

After pondering for a while, the senior sister finally remembered this senior brother who was much rarer than the other senior brothers, and whispered: "You are Senior Brother Ling?" ”

Ling Li came back to his senses, his eyes softened, and he nodded slightly, but he didn't have time to say anything before he was taken out of the door by the folding sword.

Finally glancing at the back of the one who was closed by a door, Senior Sister turned around, looked at the other two senior brothers in the room, and couldn't help but say, "What's wrong with Senior Brother Ling?" His face was so bad that I could barely recognize him. ”

Sun Jin looked at his junior sister's delicate face, and his mood was slightly more cheerful when he was originally a little depressed by the harsh words, and remembered that she was the singer girl who was extremely humble in the wonton restaurant just now, he suddenly had a thought in his heart, and couldn't help laughing: "Then do you recognize who I am?" ”

"Aren't you Senior Brother Sun?" The junior sister felt that the senior brother was knowingly asking, so she pouted after answering, but she looked at the smile on the senior brother's face, she suddenly understood something, suddenly raised her hand and stretched out her index finger to shake him a few times, and said with a slight annoyance: "Oh! I remember, you're the stinker who just tickled me, you're really a beater. ”

Sun Jin's teasing, the junior sister immediately went up, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became much more relaxed.

But at this moment, Fu Jian coughed dryly.

This is really more powerful than the effect of the shocking wooden slap on the table in the hands of the official master in the yamen, Sun Jin hurriedly lowered his gaze slightly, and remained silent like Wu Qinan beside him, while the senior sister couldn't help but shake her shoulders slightly, biting her lower lip and not daring to speak again.

"How Ling Li came here, I roughly know, this is not to blame Sun Jin." Fu Jian said lightly, "But what he said here just now, I heard it very vaguely, you are not allowed to hide half a sentence, say it all." ”

Hearing these words like an order, Sun Jin and Wu Qinan both shrugged slightly, and the two glanced at each other, and finally Sun Jin, who had more words, made a statement.

And after saying a long speech, Sun Jin was not calm because he didn't hide it from his master, and the panic in his heart was even worse, he didn't know if the anger of Fu Jian would be extended to burn on him.

Unexpectedly, after listening to his statement, Fu Jian just sneered twice.

After laughing, he suddenly said, "Who said I couldn't kill him." ”

Sun Jin's brows moved slightly, and he couldn't help but say: "Uncle Shi, be cautious, there are many people here in Kyoto......

Even when Ling Li was here just now, even if he said so many words, he rarely used the word "kill", and he deliberately avoided the emperor's honorific title or name. Sun Jin saw that Fu Jian seemed to have no taboos, and he was really afraid that he would directly say the emperor's name the next moment, and then he would happen to be heard by idle eyes.

I have to say that what Ling Li said in the house just now still had some effect-

(To be continued......)