Section 20 Attacks in the middle of the night

As soon as the lights come on, Kyoto's night markets come alive. In the back house of the temporary mansion of the guilty general Fang Jiye, Fang Yan sat under the corridor and looked up at the starry sky, with a faint sadness on her face.

"Stinky guy, you don't know to come and see me." Fang Yan muttered.

Fang Yan had bits and pieces with Duan Lang in her mind. From the rescue after the desert to the killing of Meng Hong in the Shuangfeng Mountain, it can be said that no one has cared about her like this except for her parents. However, Fang Yan also has a bitterness in her heart, her parents and Xining Hou have always hoped that the two families will marry. Although it has not yet been decided, in the hearts of her parents, she will be Xininghou's daughter-in-law sooner or later.

Fang Yan was also very helpless, from beginning to end she was just a brother and sister to Zhao Zhuofeng.

"Alas~!" Fang Yan sighed bitterly.

Fang Yan understood that this political marriage was very beneficial to their Fang family. But Duan Lang's appearance completely disturbed Fang Yan's heart. She didn't know how to tell her father, and even Fang Yan didn't know if Duan Lang really liked her.

In the Heavenly Master Palace, Duan Lang at this time was confronting each other with the dignified Shangguan Heavenly Master's big eyes and small eyes. Knowing that Duan Lang was coming to move in, Zhang Ruming's belly was about to explode.

"The surname Duan is falsely accusing me, right? Know who I am? Lao Tzu is now the Imperial Heavenly Master, believe it or not, I can find someone to kill you with a word. Zhang Ruming's eyes were about to pop out.

"Look at what you say, we are sworn brothers, such a big Heavenly Master Palace, why don't I come to stay overnight for a few days. Besides, Bai Ruokong always beats my idea, so it's better to stay away from them. Otherwise, if I fall into prison again, it won't be you who will save me. ”

"Save you? I'm going to want to strangle you right now. Hurry up and get out of here, this is not the place for you to stay. If you don't go, then don't blame Lao Tzu for being polite. ”

"What, you're still hard with me?" Duan Lang clenched his fists, made a snapping sound, and looked at Zhang Ruming threateningly.

"You~ Don't think that Lao Tzu is afraid of you, this is the Heavenly Master Palace, Lao Tzu will immediately appear as soon as he greets twenty or thirty people." Zhang Ruming was so frightened that he took a step back.

"Hmph, just these crooked melons and cracked dates in your Heavenly Master Palace, I'll clean up one by one." Duan Lang said disdainfully.

"That's what you said, I'm really shouting, don't regret it when the time comes." Zhang Ruming gritted his teeth and glared at Duan Lang.

"If you're not afraid of losing face, just call someone, I don't care anyway. Don't forget that you are a dignified Imperial Celestial Master, and we are barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes. If they dare to come in, I'll beat you up first. ”

Zhang Ruming's intestines were about to turn tendons, and he completely lost his temper with a scoundrel like Duan Lang. I can't fight it, and I can't make sense of it. Besides, Zhang Ruming is really afraid that he will be mad.

Zhang Ruming pointed at Duan Lang, "The surname is Duan, Lao Tzu thinks he is thick enough, but I didn't expect that compared to you, I am a pancake." Okay, as long as you're not afraid of death, you'll live here. Don't blame Lao Tzu for not reminding you that there may be poison in the food you eat. ”

"Don't worry, I'll let you taste it before you eat it, and you'll die together." Duan Lang said playfully.

"Bastard, you can't fucking die."

Zhang Ruming turned around and left after speaking, and closed the door with a bang. When he went out, Zhang Ruming remembered that this was his bedroom.

Zhang Ruming snorted and walked in again, "You go out for me, this is Lao Tzu's bedroom." If you want to live, go live with the handymen. ”

"It's still comfortable here, there is a bed and a meditation couch, I just sleep on the meditation couch." Duan Lang said lazily.

"You~ The beauty you think of, it was given to Lao Tzu by His Majesty, and no one is allowed to touch it."

"Then I'll sleep in the bed." After Duan Lang finished speaking, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, he went to bed with his clothes, which was considered to be occupied.

Zhang Ruming trembled angrily, pointing at Duan Lang and unable to speak for a long time. When encountering a person like Duan Lang, Zhang Ruming can be regarded as having poured blood mold for eight lifetimes, this guy doesn't play cards according to the routine at all, and he doesn't eat soft and hard. Duan Lang didn't bother to take care of him, he didn't sleep well in the past few days in prison, so he simply took off his coat and went to bed. Before going to bed, he also put his alien machete next to his pillow.

Zhang Ruming beat his chest angrily, "Almighty Heavenly Gods, please kill this bastard with a thunderbolt." As long as you split him, Lao Tzu will serve you as a cow and a horse for generations. ”

"Bastard, have you washed your feet~!"

"Paralyzed, even if Lao Tzu stole your mat in his last life, our accounts will be cleared~."

"Bastard, it's useless for you to pretend to be asleep~ Lao Tzu can scold until dawn."

Zhang Ruming cursed for more than an hour, and when he saw Duan Lang lying there motionless, he was completely speechless. In his eyes, Duan Lang is simply not invaded by oil and salt, and it is useless to talk too much.

He really didn't dare to call someone to blow Duan Lang away, in case of a commotion, he couldn't afford to lose this face. Zhang Ruming, who was haggard, was tired enough, so he had no choice but to lie down on the meditation couch with a brocade quilt.

Duan Lang opened a line slightly and glanced at it, saying in his heart that this guy was finally quiet. No matter how noisy he was, he couldn't help but want to slap him to death.

In the dead of night, Zhang Ruming, who was scolding constantly just now, snored like thunder in a blink of an eye. Duan Lang covered his head, and said in his heart that this guy was a fucking pig. If you knew this, you might as well find a clean room to sleep in.

The night is deep, and the hustle and bustle of Kyoto is quiet. In the Hall of the Heavenly Master, except for the oil lamps dedicated to the gods in the main hall, there was darkness and silence in all directions.

Duan Lang gradually got used to Zhang Ruming's snoring, which reminded him of the big bear in Fengluan Mountain. When sleepiness hit, Duan Lang put one hand on the handle of the knife and slowly fell asleep.

At this moment, I only heard a soft sound of Zi Button~, and the door was pushed open a gap. Usually Zhang Ruming locks the door, but today he is dizzy, and the door has not fallen at all.

After a moment of silence, the door opened wider and wider, and a figure rolled in against the ground. The man was masked in a black scarf and held a short blade. With the faint moonlight coming in through the door, the masked man adjusted, cautiously observing the layout of the room.

After seeing it clearly, the black-clothed masked man was slightly stunned. There is a person lying on the bed, why is there a snoring sound on the diagonal meditation couch? This is the bedroom of the Imperial Heavenly Master, how can there be two people?

The masked man hesitated for a moment, deciding to kill the bedridden man first. Since it was the bedroom of the Imperial Heavenly Master, the bed should be the target of the killing. As for the other one, he couldn't think of anyone. From the wheezing snoring, the masked man judged that this person should not be a master. There is a miscellaneous whistling sound in the breath, indicating that the qi pulse is not strong and the fire is vigorous.

The masked man held a short blade, looked back at the door vigilantly, and quietly touched Duan Lang.