Early this morning, the news of the arrest of the assassin who assassinated the Marquis of Zhongwu spread rapidly in the streets and alleys, and almost all the people who got the news gathered in the East Market one after another, which brought a 'windfall' to the various vendors who set up stalls and did business in the East Market early this morning.

"Hey! Lao Zhang! What was the black mass in the Assassin's hand? Under the crowd, an old man with a dark face and a few bundles of dry firewood at the back of the crowd pushed Lao Zhang, who had been collecting firewood with him all the year round, squinted his eyes, and felt that he still hadn't seen clearly, so he asked curiously.

"Where is the hold? I said Lao Wang, what kind of eyes are you looking at?! Lao Zhang, who was also carrying dry firewood and hadn't had time to sell it, glanced at his companion Lao Wang, and laughed at the other party with some disdain: "Where do you still have hands?" It's ants that black mass! I guess he's drinking the Assassin's blood! ”

As he spoke, Lao Zhang raised his arm and pointed ahead, tiptoeing to explain: "Look, the assassin still has it, but it's too few!" If you want me to see, this assassin's hands and feet must have been cut off! The wound must have been coated with some special medicine, which attracted so many ants! ”

"Shhh This, this is too insane, isn't it?! Hearing this, the woodcutter Wang suddenly gasped, although he felt a little chilled, but he still couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart, and stood on tiptoe to find out.

"This uncle, you are wrong!" A tall young man in front of Lao Zhang, who had just said his conjecture, suddenly turned around and refuted with a smile, and then relied on his advantage of being more than one meter and eight meters tall, stretched out his hand and pointed ahead, and explained in detail to the two woodcutters outside the city: "It's not completely wrong, it's half wrong!" The assassin's hands and feet were indeed cut off, but not as simple as chopping them off! It's about to be chopped! I just roughly counted, and there are about hundreds of bits and pieces! ”

Immediately, looking at the distrustful expressions on the faces of the two woodcutters, the tall young man was a little anxious, and jumped to his feet and explained: "Think about it, these hands and feet can be divided into hundreds of pieces, won't they all have to be chopped up?!" Huh?! Don't believe it! Why don't you go up and take a look, and it's all in the car in front of you! When there were few people just now, there were a few dogs who wanted to come forward to eat meat and bones, but they were driven away by the surrounding forbidden army! ”

"Hey! Look at my hands and feet! There are not more than 100 minced meat fillings?! Lao Zhang, who was the first to guess the result, saw that his opinion was refuted, and he was suddenly a little anxious, stretched out a pair of big hands full of calluses to make a few gestures to the tall young man, his face was a little disdainful, and at the same time he began to crowd forward, and kept muttering: "I really don't believe it!" In these years, what words can change the sky without passing ten words? There are so many people here, you don't know who you heard it from?! ”

Under the disgusted gaze of everyone, Lao Zhang and Lao Wang, the two woodcutters, finally walked forward for a distance, and even Lao Wang, who had some bad eyes, could not see the situation in front of him very clearly.

Creeps!

In addition to the head, the Assassin's body was crawling with ants and other reptiles, and there were some mosquitoes and flies that survived in autumn that were constantly 'feeding' on it. Looking up from below, the Assassin's slightly open mouth showed that one of his teeth seemed to be gone, and the edge of his mouth was covered with dried blood. The bloodless lips and the bleak face like death made people shudder, originally they just felt that this autumn morning was a little refreshing and cool, but after seeing the tragic situation of the assassin in front of them, they actually felt cold all over their bodies, their pores were erect, and a trace of cold air penetrated.

Under normal circumstances, most people sympathize with the weak, but in today's scene, no one sympathizes with this assassin who has suffered a 'cruel and inhumane' torture, if it were not for the forbidden army's express prohibition in advance, I am afraid that the assassin at this time has been wrapped in layers of rotten vegetable leaves in the morning market.

In the Han Palace, Lin Feng leaned on the bed with a sickly face, and Bi Liu was holding a bowl of hot decoction, blowing it to the moderate temperature one by one, and then slowly feeding it to Lin Feng. At the table in the room, Zhuge Shiwei was sitting there, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, and from time to time he would snore once or twice, which made Lin Feng glance at it from time to time, revealing a helpless smile.

Bi Liu's eyes were red, she stayed up all night, cried all night, and even after Lin Feng woke up not long ago, Bi Liu insisted on refusing to rest first, but wanted to feed the decoction herself.

Finally, the moment of torment was over, as the subsequent spoonful of decoction medicine entered Lin Feng's mouth, Lin Feng showed a relaxed smile, and after Bi Liu put the medicine bowl aside, he raised his hand to hold Bi Liu's cold hands, and comforted with a slightly weak smile: "Don't worry, I'm fine, you go to rest first, don't get tired!" ”

"Master Hou." Bi Liu's eyes were moist suddenly, and she pounced on it with a light snort, ignoring Lin Feng's physical condition at this time for a while, and whimpered with her head. After yesterday's incident, Bi Liu, whose emotions gradually stabilized, also carefully recalled the situation at that time, especially after describing all the situation to Li Xiaofeng, Mao Hao and others, looking at the expressions of everyone who wanted to say but didn't dare to say it, Bi Liu was completely sure in her heart that if Lin Feng at that time hadn't been to prevent her from getting hurt, the sneak attack crossbow arrow would definitely not hit Lin Feng.

Especially when Bi Liu remembered that Lin Feng was attacked because he had to pull him to buy something, he constantly blamed himself in his heart. Moreover, Biliu also asked Li Xiaofeng in private last night, and from Li Xiaofeng's vague reply, Biliu could also understand that Lin Feng was injured to protect himself. Even though the matter has passed at this time, I still feel endless grievances, and more than that, I am endlessly moved.

Regarding the final fate of the crossbowman assassin who sneaked attack, Bi Liu asked the maid Xiao Liu to go to the East City early in the morning to investigate, but even so, Bi Liu still had a strange emotion in her heart, and it seemed that only the crying in Lin Feng's arms at this time could vent it.

Lin Feng didn't know how to comfort him at this time, so he had to let Bi Liu cry, all he could do was to caress the other party's back and back of the head to express comfort. But Lin Feng's heart was different from what Biliu thought, but kept sighing, maybe this is fate, Biliu was poisoned in order to save herself and even had an unexpected abortion later, and yesterday's incident seemed to be to let me repay Biliu for saving her life.

Under the helpless emotion, Lin Feng had another more important thing in his heart, that is, he rushed to his room early in the morning and leaned on the back of the chair to sleep. It's not because of how he caught the assassin, but about Biliu, Lin Feng wanted to ask Zhuge Shiwei, a super god stick.