"I came to Moling with such a small number of people, even if I have bad intentions, what kind of storm will it set off, Sun Quan, Sun Quan, you are guarding against me like a thief, it is inevitable that you will be a villain." Liu Yong was a little depressed.

Although Liu Yong is dissatisfied, but because on other people's territory, the so-called people have to bow their heads under the eaves, even if they are the most important princes in the world, but the strong dragon does not suppress the head of the snake, and he only has temporary forbearance, for all the means of prevention, he only pretends not to know, he should eat and sleep every day, and he looks like he is enjoying himself.

But on the evening of the third day, Zhao Yun came to meet him, saying that it was Kong Ming's military advisor who secretly gave him a secret letter. As he spoke, he handed it to Liu Yong. Liu Yong looked at it, and it turned out that Kong Ming was worried about Jiangdong's fraud, and suggested that Zhao Yun take most of his men out of the city to camp to reduce the hostility of the Wu people.

Although Zhuge Liang did not say anything else, Liu Yong still saw that there must have been unrest in Moling City in the past few days, and there must have been a commotion in the court. And this letter is indeed Kong Ming's handwriting, but Liu Yong, who is familiar with his handwriting, can see that when writing a letter, Zhuge Liang should have written it secretly, and his handwriting was much sloppy, and he must have been monitored. It seems that Kong Ming has not had an easy time these days.

Liu Yong couldn't help but think that in the past few days, it was probably Kong Ming's "tongue battle group Confucianism" under the siege of Jiangdong Wisdom.

After getting Liu Yong's permission, early on the morning of the fourth day, Zhao Yun led his troops out of the city on the grounds that many sergeants had inconveniences in the city because of their different habits, which might cause conflicts and affect major events on both sides, leaving only more than ten people under the command of Zhang He to protect Liu Yong's safety.

Wu Ren did not stop him, and quickly issued a certificate to release him.

On the evening of the fourth day, the post house with many fewer people was much deserted, and very few people talked and walked.

After dinner, Liu Yong took a walk in the courtyard of the pavilion for a while as usual, and then went back to the room to sleep with his head covered.

It didn't take long for the snoring to be like thunder, and it sounded like Liu Yong was sleeping soundly outside, but at this moment, Liu Yong was actually staring at the roof.

"This Sun Quan is still difficult to suppress the different voices of the Manchu Dynasty, from this point of view, Sun Quan, who is proficient in the art of balance, is indeed much worse than his eldest brother Sun Ce, the little overlord, which shows the strength of the Jiangdong Shi clan. It's just that I don't know when Sun Quan will be able to settle those people under his command and carry out the marriage smoothly. ”

After a few days in vain, even Liu Yong, who was confident, was a little uneasy at the moment, he couldn't sleep, thinking hard about the thoughts and purposes of Sun Quan and Jiangdong Shiren.

Unconsciously, it was the middle of the night, and even the secret watchers hiding outside the window were already sleepy at the moment, and quietly retreated to rest, but Liu Yong was still clear and clear, and there was no sleepiness.

Suddenly, a trace of footsteps floated into his ears, the sound was very soft, like a wild cat, quietly approaching the room where he lived, extremely subtle, if it weren't for Liu Yong's lack of sleep, and he continued to practice the martial arts learned from the various generals under his command every day, and he had practiced super perception ability in many battles, otherwise it would be really difficult to hear.

Footsteps stopped outside the door, and then a faint grinding sound was heard, like a knife scraping wood.

"Someone is swinging the deadbolt with a dagger from the outside!"

This thought immediately flashed in Liu Yong's mind, and he was a little surprised in his heart, he thought he was just a watchman again, but the person outside actually wanted to steal into his room, which naturally aroused Liu Feng's high vigilance. He couldn't help but think of the assassins who assassinated their targets in later movies and television.

Liu Yong immediately pretended to be frightened in his sleep and did not snore, and put into practice the methods of the protagonists who had successfully escaped assassination: he immediately got up, put the pillow in the quilt, and piled it up into a human figure, which at first glance really looked like a person was sleeping.

Soon finished, Liu Yong immediately held the "Xuanyue" he had been carrying with him in his hand, stood in the corner of the bed against the curtain, pulled out the knife from the sheath, and the dim blade flashed with a faint ghostly light.

The sound of the deadbolt moving paused, and when there was no movement, it sounded again.

With a bang, the deadbolt was completely removed, and after a moment of silence, the door creaked open with a slight "creak", and a black figure crept into the room under the moonlight.

Just based on the lightness of that person's steps, and Liu Yong's experience of seeing so many strong martial arts generals practicing martial arts for so long at the same time, he immediately knew that that person's martial arts were not weak, and he was also dressed in night clothes, and most of them were not good.

As soon as the man in black entered the room, he came straight to him, and when he moved a few steps closer to him, Liu Yong immediately felt a strong murderous aura attacking.

Under the shadow of the moon, the cold light reflected, it was a bright and flickering short sword, reflecting the silver glow of the moon.

In the darkness, the eyes sunken in the black cloth shone with a faint blue light.

The man in black stared at the bed quietly, as if he was examining the fish on a board and where to start.

After a while, Liu Yong clearly heard a cold snort.

Suddenly, the cold light flowed, the man in black flicked his wrist, and the blade of the short sword broke through the air, piercing down like lightning through the curtains around the bed. His target was very accurate, and he stabbed straight into Liu Yong's heart while he was sleeping.

Killer!

Burst!

There was a piercing sound of wooden planks cracking, and the assassin used great force to pierce the air with a sword, and it actually pierced deep into the couch.

Liu Yong had already prepared, and when the opponent's sword momentum was old, he immediately moved, and when he moved, his body had already taken a step forward like an ape, and Xuan Yue had already slashed across the curtain like a death scythe.

The assassin seemed to be taken aback, and suddenly felt a strong killing force attacking, but his reaction was extremely fast, and he hurriedly lowered his body, his wrist trembled slightly, and the short sword actually cut horizontally by falling momentum.

I don't know if it's the opponent's fierce strength, or if this short sword is too sharp, Han Feng is like cutting tofu, easily cutting off the thick couch board, and then picking it up, stabbing at Liu Yong's location, and cutting towards Liu Yong's waist in the wind.

"What a quick response!"

Liu Yong didn't have time to think about it, he immediately returned the knife to block, kicked the bed suddenly, and the whole person flashed to the other side with his strength, dodging the blow. After a pause, he kicked out and kicked the assassin in front of the door, and Liu Yong's reaction surprised his opponent again.

The assassin didn't seem to expect Liu Yong's martial arts to be of such a level, and he could avoid his own assassination, and there was a slight discoloration in his eyes. It's just that this oncoming kick came suddenly, forcing him to move sharply under his feet, and his body was as light as a swallow and flipped backwards, falling steadily two feet away.

At this time, the severed curtain fell, Liu Yongren had already rushed out of the couch, the ghostly light flashed, and the Xuanyue Treasure Knife attacked, like a green rainbow, cutting through the darkness of the night and slashing at the throat of the man in black.