This was the code that An Le had agreed with them, indicating that the only possible variable in the entire plan—that Su Ming's convoy did not take this path—had disappeared. Since Su Ming is here, then he is already certain to die. Jiugong threw a few copper cents on the table, and walked down the Ye family building quickly, his wide sleeves were brought up, and a gust of wind faintly rolled up. "This master, your horse has been fed, next time you come to Yejialou." The stableman downstairs handed over the reins with a smile on his face, and half of the right time was rewarded with a silver quill. No one disliked the generous young master, and the horse boy wished that this white-clothed man with a delicate face would take care of him a few more times. Jiugong took the reins of the horse from him, stroked Hei Li's mane, looked back and smiled at the horse stable, "Ye Jialou's noodles are good, I will definitely come back and taste it a few more times." After saying that, he turned over and got on his horse, and the stableman pinched the silverquill and watched the white-clothed figure on the black horse slowly walk away. A convoy slowly turned into the corner of the street, and there were more than a dozen guards alone, and the two parallel carriages were both twelve feet wide and eighteen feet long, taking up almost two-thirds of the width of the street. In front of the entire convoy were four black-clothed guards, one of them had a black helmet and black armor, and all four of them had a silver snaketail chrysanthemum on their backs, and the hideous thorns and the black sheath long knives on their bodies exuded a dangerous aura. The first car on the left is drawn by two black night horses, the whole car is covered with black thick brocade, and only the four are embroidered with the symbols of the stars and the moon in silver. The curtain of the car was rolled up, but the shadow was too good to see. The car on the right is in stark contrast to the black carriage on the left, pulling the cart is two white horses, but the four hooves are as black as ink, the saddle of the horse is intertwined with delicate multicolored silk threads, and Zhou Li is also inlaid with a huge circle of red thunder eye. The whole car is covered in gold and rose satin, and the four corners of the eaves are hung with jade wind chimes, which are decorated with tiny pearls, and they ring crisply when walking. Although the person pulling the cart is only dressed in a simple short coat, the clothes are made of fine purple tanned brocade, which is the best fabric for the subordinates of large families.

The coachman wore a hat on his head, and from time to time he stretched out his hand as if he was afraid of the sun, and adjusted the angle of the hat, and a few strands of sharp forehead hair protruded restlessly from the hat edge. His lean body was slumped, but his arms were sturdy. He continued to whisper at the two magnificent white horses. The leather whips crackled, lightly drawing reddish whip marks on them. "Zhu Yuan, you are lighter, these two horses are Qingyang black hoof white bought from Wanzhou, not those donkeys of your family, don't break them." There was a faint sound of displeasure in the car. "Got it." The coachman replied curtly, touching the scar on his face. His well-defined face is crossed by a long scar, divided into two eerie halves, which is why he likes to wear a hat all year round. Zhu Wugongzi sat in the car proudly, he knew that this Zhu Yuan was a good horse, and the salary was small, which was simply a big bargain. Zhu Wugongzi's favorite thing is to take advantage, although he is already one of the five richest people in the apocalypse, but he still thinks that for these subordinates, it is always good to pay less. Gold baht and treasures, naturally, the more you have, the better. If he knew that this Zhu evil had been eating brown rice like horse's feed for thirty days in a row, and receiving half a silver quill a month's salary, just for today's assassination, he would definitely want to give him 10,000 gold baht a month, and only beg him to stay as far away from him as possible.

This lean Zhu Yuan has his own name in the headquarters of the mountain hall - Zhu Thorn. Zhu Thorn's name has always been very conspicuous in the mountain hall, not only because he was born in the Zhu family of the upper three families, but also because of the completion and difficulty of his annual tasks, and few people can stand out. And now he is in a hurry, but his sharp eyes under the hat have hardly left a person. The man was muscular, his steps were steady when he walked, his sword was steady, and the name of the Seven Guards was always loud. If Su Mingyu is a lone wolf in the night, then he is the sharpest minions of this lone wolf. Zhu Thorn didn't know how many chances he would have of winning if he drew his sword face to face with Atom Che and died. However, he knew that as long as anyone had their back to him, even a martial god within six feet would have the confidence to kill with one blow. And now the main artery of the back and neck of the atomic method is only five feet three inches away from Zhu Thorn, and the convoy will go another forty-one steps, and the whole plan will be launched. Within an instant of activation, the atomic law will be a dead man. Atom Che felt like he was a dead man now. The midday sun hung mercilessly over his body, making him groggy.

He didn't wear his black fish scale armor today, and he felt uncomfortable all over his body. He liked the heaviness of being wrapped in that pile of wrought iron, and he liked the heavy black iron helmet. He prefers the feeling of sweat against his underwear and his body rubbing against metal rather than the glare of direct sunlight, which makes him smell blood. He secretly shook the hilt of his sword, and the strips of cloth wrapped in layers were rough and dry, which calmed the tension and uneasiness in his heart a little. The convoy was still moving slowly, and in the shadow of Luli squatted a few coolies and beggars, who cowered in fear, their cloudy eyes trembling as they watched the convoy of black-armored and black-flags pass by. Atom Che looked at them with a little pity, in such a troubled world, he could not climb to a high place with a corpse, so he could only steal life like a dog. Suddenly, Atom saw a pair of eyes, and the owner of the eyes was a ragged beggar from Louley. He curled up on a broken stone unicorn, his whole face was dirty and greasy from not being washed for a long time, and his long, messy hair was like salt-pickled kelp, tangled to a little disgusting. But the eyes hidden by the long hair flashed in an instant, a light that did not belong to a beggar. Atom Che was familiar with this kind of light, and that was when he drew his sword, the light that would also appear in his eyes, sharp as a knife. Then he heard a neighing of horses.

Three hundred and ninety-six When Zhu Thorn counted this number in his heart, the carriage had already walked to the main entrance of the Inviting Moon Tower. On a table facing the door, a coolie man who was drinking suddenly waved his hand, and saw a black light shining directly on the buttocks of Su Mingyu's carriage. The inky black horse neighed in pain, the coachman on the carriage couldn't pull it, and the whole carriage was carried forward for more than a dozen steps, and the guards in front of him couldn't dodge and were directly taken to the ground. ", what's going on?" Before one of the guards who had fallen to the ground could figure out the situation, he saw a huge black shadow rapidly approaching him in the dust, and in the harsh sunlight, it was like a nightmare in the fog of the night. He rolled over to Luley in embarrassment before he realized it was a carriage. At the moment when Su Weichang's carriage was alarmed, the cart full of goods crossed out from the alley and blocked straight in front of him, completely cutting him off from the eight brothers behind him. The driver was a middle-aged man in a gray robe, with sunken eye sockets under his gray hair, and his eyes narrowed into a line, like a smiling tiger. The middle-aged man raised his hand, and the guard saw a little fire fall on the goods behind the carriage. Then a loud bang was heard, and the whole carriage burst into flames, and the sudden flames instantly swallowed the stunned guard. He rolled on the ground a few times, screaming and dying with life.

The sound of seven long knives unsheathed, and the black-clothed guards behind reacted in an instant. But it was still a few steps too slow, and the whole procession was completely cut off by the horse-drawn carriage that was burning in the street. "Quick! Go find water! One of the guards raised his forearms, the scorching air currents making his hair burn, and he turned to the others and yelled angrily, only to see two distorted black shadows appear behind him in their pupils. Blood gushed out in the middle of the street, and the guard's head rolled to the feet of his companions, and he fell to his knees. A beggar who was originally squatting in the street held a bloody scimitar in his hand, standing side by side with the middle-aged man who ignited the cart, and the flames behind him distorted the air in the entire street, outlining the ghostly figures of the two of them. The man stretched out his free left hand and hooked his fingers at the remaining six guards. "Before you look for water, get your own lives back." Zhu Thorn had also raised his whip, and the frame that pulled Zhu Wugongzi also followed, his eyes staring at the person in front of him who was taking the lead, it was the atom Che of the black armor and black helmet. Zhu Thorn reached out and pulled out a short steel handle from his arms, and with a stabbing sound, a two-foot-long blade popped out. He leaped high from the carriage, his hands on the hilt of his sword, the tip of which fell downward toward his target. The man in black armor and black helmet turned his head when he heard the sound, and in the dazzling sunlight, he only saw a figure leaping up like a great peng in his frightened eyes, and then a dazzling sword light.

The blade of the thorn plunged vertically through the gap between the helmet and the breastplate, and the iron was easily pierced under the force of the force and the weight of the thorn itself, and the warm blood sprayed on his face, and he felt his "stinging snake" pierce the opponent's left lung, and then the heart. He swirled the knob at the end of the hilt, and with a stab, the blade of the stabbing snake easily retracted from the tangled heart back to the stainless steel hilt. This narrow blade made by the volcanic river is Zhu Thorn's favorite weapon. The original owner of the "Stinging Snake" was a lieutenant general of the Xiaoguo Army of the Tang Kingdom, who cut off Zhu Thorn's first knife while fighting with Zhu Thorn, and then Zhu Thorn twisted his neck with his bare hands. Zhu Thorn felt that this stinging snake was just like himself, a snake, and only shot straight out at the last blow, spitting out a cold and deadly poison core. Before he could draw his sword, he collapsed on the bluestone slab under the scorching sun. Knife? Zhu Thorn looked at the half-unsheathed long knife of the corpse under his feet and was stunned for a moment, turned around quickly, and a sharp light slashed down his head, stabbing softly, and the "stinging snake" spit out the poison core, swept up obliquely from the bottom to the top, and slammed into the light. Zhu Thorn felt a faint numbness in his arm.

The master of the long sword was dressed in a linen short robe, and his hair was scattered because of the gallop, and it was the horseman who had been sitting on Su Mingyu's cart just now. "So you're the Atomic Law." Zhu Thorn's eyes narrowed. "You've slashed my favorite iron armor." Atom Che smiled slightly. "Since I killed you once, I can kill you again." Rose's scar was shining again with excitement. He roared, spun around and swung his sword in, the blade and the blade of the Atom Che struck again, and neither side backed down, and the narrow and sharp blade of the stabbing snake slid all the way down, making a sharp grinding sound that made the roots of the ears tingle, and finally stuck on the sword of the Atom Che. Zhu Thorn gritted his teeth, stabbed, the blade of the stabbing snake instantly retracted, he sideways avoided the sword blade that fell because of the loss of blocking, and popped out the blade when he turned around, Atom Che backhanded the sword in a stunned moment, but was hit on the left shoulder by Zhu Thorn's elbow, the whole person lost his balance, and took a few steps sideways to stabilize his body. After Zhu Thorn's elbow hit, he stepped on his right foot and slammed the knife, the left hand of the atomic method was held on his right wrist, and the whole person turned at an incredible angle, and the blade collided with the blade again, strangled together. "Do you want to play with that strange knife again?" Atom gasped slightly, "This time you'll lose your life while juggling." ”

"I don't even need to use the 'stinging snake' to kill you." Zhu Thorn suddenly smiled for no reason, and his whole face looked strange and terrifying because of the twisted scars, like a grinning poisonous snake. "Do you know how we Assassins differ from you warriors?" Before the atomic law understood the meaning of Zhu Thorn's sudden words, he saw several black lights rushing towards him, and the sword in his hand was stuck by Zhu Thorn, so he had to withdraw his sword with both hands and roll on the spot to avoid it. He touched his cheek, and the tentacles were warm. There were three feathered arrows on the ground, and the arrows had completely sunk into the green bricks on the ground, and only the tail of the arrow was trembling slightly. In the chaotic restaurant opposite, there was a man standing like a rock, dressed as a coolie, but holding a copper crossbow in his hand, and the sharp three-edged arrowhead on it reflected a terrifying light. "We never go it alone." The stinging snake spun around in the hand of the thorn, and the sunlight slid like water over the bloodthirsty metal, shaking so much that one could not open his eyes.

After listening to Zhu Thorn's answer, Atom Law lowered his head and laughed. He slowly stood up from the bluestone slab and raised his face. His half-sharp face had been stained red with blood, the feather arrow just now had grazed his cheek, the long hair on his forehead mixed with mud and blood was messily sticking to his face, and his embarrassed face was full of dark brown eyes.