Xinghuan lay on the table weakly, very depressed in his heart. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I thought I was lucky to choose the right path and met a teahouse where I was resting.

Who would have thought that there was a murderous motive hidden in the teahouse.

Where is this lucky, it is completely unlucky.

Fortunately, although Tangmen's special detoxification pill could not completely remove the medicinal properties of "rosemary", it still had some effects, at least allowing him to keep his mind clear.

So the scene happening in front of him, Xinghuan has always seen it in his eyes, and he has only helplessness about it.

I can only hope that these people will finish the fight quickly, and don't involve him, God is pitiful, he just wants to rest, drink some wine, and eat something.

Now that he has been affected by the fish pond for some reason, he is really powerless and has been slaughtered.

The good news is that from the beginning until now, no one seems to have noticed him.

In the teahouse.

The proprietress and Lin Shaoying are still confronting.

Lin Shaoying sat on the stool, the tip of the sword was on the ground, the palm of his hand was pressed on the hilt of the sword, supporting his weak body, his eyes were closed, but his heart was very bitter.

The things he escorted this time were just ordinary things, so he didn't expect to encounter an ambush.

Even if he had, he could easily solve it by relying on the evil sword technique in his hand.

The self-confidence in strength, coupled with the fact that he came to the city of his destination with great ease all the way, made his vigilance much weaker than before.

At the very least, there are no more restrictions on what you can eat and drink.

In the past, on the way to darts, the food and water eaten by the people in the dart board were purchased by their own people, and it was confirmed that there was no poison.

The food wasn't good or bad, and the only downside was that you couldn't drink alcohol.

Thinking that he would be able to hand over the goods immediately, he put his mind at ease, and after three days of alcohol addiction, he finally couldn't help it after smelling the aroma of wine wafting from the teahouse.

It's just that this momentary indulgence ended up killing him.

The proprietress was hesitating, she didn't know if Lin Shaoying really had no strength this time.

Her companion's body was still bleeding, and she had to be careful.

Although there is no cure for rosemary, the disadvantages are also obvious, and the medicinal properties last for a short time.

The longer it drags on, the worse it will be for her.

What's more, this rosemary was accidentally obtained by her during a mission, and the amount was already very small, and now it was scattered to the entire dart game, and the duration of the medicine was much shorter.

I'm afraid that in less than half an hour, it will be completely invalid.

Her martial arts skills are not good, and she can only be regarded as average in the rivers and lakes, so in order to make sure that nothing goes wrong, she decided to wait a little longer.

In front of the quiet teahouse, the carriage slowly stopped.

A crisp and lazy voice came from inside the carriage: "I'm a little hungry."

Fu Qingyi glanced at the teahouse expressionlessly, his eyes stayed on Xinghuan's body for a moment, intentionally or unintentionally, and said indifferently: "The things in this teahouse can't be eaten."

"Really? That's a shame, let's go. ”

Wanwan didn't ask why, Fu Qingyi didn't say more, and the carriage didn't stop any longer and left slowly.

From beginning to end, they ignored the proprietress and Lin Shaoying.

For them, it is not uncommon for things like this to happen in front of them.

People die every day, and occasionally, there will be a master who carelessly stumbles.

Not only them, but most of them have long been accustomed to it.

Lin Shaoying, who had his eyes closed, was completely unconscious, but his body was still leaning on the sword, instinctively holding on.

The proprietress looked at the carriage that had gradually left, her charming face was unusually pale, and her bewitching delicate body trembled a little and slowly sat down on the table next to her, calming her breathing a little quickly.

The moment Fu Qingyi's emotionless gaze swept over her, she thought she was going to die.

She had seen Fu Qingyi's portrait, so she knew very well that she had already walked through the ghost gate just now.

She didn't even have to think about it to know who was sitting in the carriage.

Luckily, she survived.

Taking a deep breath, the proprietress didn't wait any longer, and the silver whip in her hand danced in the air, wrapping around Lin Shaoying's neck.

There was no accident this time, Lin Shaoying remained motionless and let her do what she did.

After a while, the proprietress carefully made up another knife on Lin Shaoying's neck before she completely relieved herself.

After hesitating, the proprietress did not kill the rest of the dart board personnel, her assassination target was only Lin Shaoying, there was no need to hurt the innocent.

After receiving Lin Shaoying's loot, the proprietress took away all the silver taels from the rest of the dart board personnel.

The lid of the wooden box on the dart cart was opened, and it was full of white peony tea leaves.

Disappointed, the proprietress came to Xinghuan's side.

After some exploration, the proprietress successfully touched the silver ticket on Xinghuan's body, smiled with satisfaction, and stuffed the silver ticket into the towering and round ravine.

It was a wonderful empty hand and pilgrimage words, the Heavenly Demon Dance (remnant), the proprietress hesitated, and then stuffed it into Xinghuan's arms and did not take it.

Seeing this, Xinghuan continued to pretend to be dizzy very interestingly.

At the end, the proprietress paused, leaned over and whispered in Xinghuan's ear: "Unlucky, I'm sorry."

This young man who suddenly appeared was innocent, and now he took away other people's silver taels, and she had to say something, she thought that Xinghuan was in a coma and would not hear this apology.

It's just for peace of mind.

After unloading a horse pulling a cart, the mature and charming proprietress left.

In the teahouse, two corpses and a dozen unlucky people were left, as well as three carriages loaded with fine white peony tea.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the heavens and the earth, and it was not long before night came.

About ten minutes after the proprietress left, the medicinal properties on Xinghuan's body disappeared.

Perhaps because of the Tang Sect's special detoxification pill, he recovered much faster than the rest of the dart game disciples.

got up, Xinghuan stretched his waist, helpless.

He didn't care about the loss of the silver tael, he was more concerned that the table full of dishes could not be eaten and wine could not be drunk.

Touching his stomach, Xinghuan sighed, walked alone under his feet, and left quickly.

Since there is a teahouse here, it must not be far from the town.

Behind him, the corpses and dart disciples in the teahouse were once again ignored......

At the same time, in the carriage on the way.

Wanwan was lying on the fluffy, soft snow-white mat, her slender and fair-skinned legs crossed, revealing patches of spring light.

In the slender jade hand, a portrait unfolded.

If Xinghuan was there, he would have been surprised, because the person in the portrait was the same as him.

Outside the carriage, Fu Qingyi was talking about something.

Putting down the portrait casually, Wanwan said unexpectedly: "You mean that the person who killed Wei Tianxiao was also in the teahouse just now?"

Fu Qingyi said indifferently: "He is wearing Wei Tianxiao's cloak."

"Yes...... Wanwan stretched and got out of the carriage, it was so stuffy inside, she wanted to go out to breathe.

On the edge of the car, Wanwan bent her knees and hugged her, resting her chin on her knees, looking at the sunset intently.

"It's beautiful."

The most beautiful is the sunset red, she doesn't know that she is more beautiful than this sunset at this moment.

Silently, Fu Qingyi turned his head and looked at Wanwan's side face, the coldness in his eyes disappeared, leaving only full of tenderness.

yes, it's really beautiful......