Zhang Yue stared at the masked man when he heard this, and finally remembered that the person was actually the person who assassinated Zhu Youzhu and the black-clothed people that day, could it be that the mastermind behind the assassination of Zhu Youzhu that day was this black and thin man, countless questions flowed through Zhang Yue's mind.

The thin man's eyes shrank, and the light in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Yue was even colder, "It seems that your relationship with Zhu Youzhu is really not ordinary." ”

Wan Chao said viciously, "Brother Tong, what nonsense are you talking to her, just kill her with a knife, and I hate her with blood." As he spoke, he picked up a knife and stepped forward.

The thin man stopped Wan Chao, "Cousin, no, my father has orders, and it's useless for this person to keep it." Wan Chao just gave up.

The thin man said to a few masked men in black, "You guys are optimistic about her, what's wrong, you just ask." After speaking, he left the room with that Wan Chao.

After the two left, many thoughts flashed in Zhang Yue's mind, it seems that his being tied up this time is not just as simple as Wan Chao's revenge, I am afraid that there is some conspiracy to target Zhu Youjiao, thinking of this, Zhang Yue felt a burst of boredom in his chest, Wan Chao kicked in the chest a few times just now, I am afraid that he has suffered some internal injuries.

After nightfall, the masked man just fed Zhang Yue some water, and Zhang Yue endured the pain on his body and endured it all night.

On the morning of the second day, Zhang Yue was groggy, and the thin man and Wan Chao brought dozens of black-clothed people to come, and Zhang Yue was picked up by the masked man and taken away from the house.

Out of the house, Zhang Yue knew that the house was actually on a desolate half-hillside, Zhang Yue was held by a masked man, followed by the thin man and Wan Chao, and came to a relatively open place on the top of the mountain along the mountain road. Everyone stopped and looked in the direction of the mountain road, as if they were waiting for something?

Wan Chao wiped the sweat from his head and said to the thin man, "Brother Tong, will he come?" This chick is nothing but a pariah? ”

The thin man's eyes sparkled, "He's coming." ”

After about two pillars of incense, a person calmly walked along the mountain road, dressed in a white robe, reflected in the golden sunlight, looking handsome and dusty.

Zhang Yue looked at this familiar figure, his eyes were a little moist, and he lost his voice and called, "Like ink!" ”

The person who came was Zhu Youjiao, carrying a long brocade box behind him, as if he heard Zhang Yue's call, and quickly found Zhang Yue who was tied up in the crowd, and a trace of worry and regret flashed in his eyes very quickly, and then returned to normal, and his dark and beautiful eyes did not seem to have the slightest wave, looking at the thin man and others indifferently.

The thin man said in a loud voice, "Your Highness really kept the promise, one person came, and the villain was too late to take over, and the sin deserved death!" Ahaha! ”

Zhu Youzhu said coldly, "Wantong, I brought the painting you wanted, let the person go." ”

The thin man named Wantong said, "Hehe! Your Highness really values affection, so please ask Your Highness to hand over the painting. ”

Zhu Youzhu took out a delicately packaged scroll from the brocade box behind him and threw it to Wan Hong, Wantong unfolded the scroll, Zhang Yue also saw that it was the Eight Immortals Birthday Picture, and there was a birthday poem on it, which was the handwriting of Mr. Master Huanchu. Isn't this the calligraphy and painting that Rumo asked his master for his father's birthday?

Zhang Yue looked up at Zhu Youzhu fiercely, and Zhu Youzhu was also looking at him with concern at this time, his eyes full of apology and comfort.

After Wan Tong finished looking at the painting, he rolled up the scroll and said with a smug smile, "Sure enough, it is the true handiwork of Mr. Huanchu, the prince is really powerful!" You can get such ink treasures. ”

Zhu Youzhu said coldly, "I promised you to do it, you can let her go." ”

Wantong's eyes rolled slightly, "Okay, let her go." ”

While talking, he glanced at Wan Chao, and the masked man next to him untied the ropes of Zhang Yue's hands and feet, Zhang Yue staggered towards Zhu Youjiao, and just halfway down the aisle, there was an angry shout from behind, "Slut, you go to die!" ”

Zhang Yue felt a cold wind coming from the back of his head, shouted in his heart that it was not good, and closed his eyes.

"Ahh A scream came, Zhang Yue opened his eyes, and found that Zhu Youzhu was blocking him at some point, holding a sword in his right hand.

Wan Tong next to him showed a fierce look, "Zhu Youjiao, to tell you the truth, today I want to paint, and I want your life, don't think that you are the prince, I don't dare to touch you." If you die, your father won't be so distressed, hehaha! Kill them. ”

Wantong took the masked man and hugged him, surrounded Zhu Youzhu and Zhang Yue, and Zhu Youzhu protected Zhang Yue and struggled to resist.

Zhu Youzhang's moves were clean and neat, and a few moves forced Wantong to be in a hurry, and Zhu Youzhu made a false move, and actually used a sword to pin the ancient painting of Wantong behind his waist into the air.

Wantong was angry and hurriedly went to fight for the ancient painting, Zhu Youzhu picked up the ancient painting again in the air, and knocked Wantong away with one palm, and the ancient painting fell on the branch of a tree on the edge of the cliff, crumbling.

Wantong happened to be shot down next to Zhang Yue, he touched his chest, looked at Zhang Yue beside him, and the fierce light in his eyes brightened, "You go to die!" ”

After speaking, a palm hit Zhang Yue's chest, Zhang Yue felt that her body flew out of the cliff like a kite with a broken string, and fell down instantly, she looked down and saw the abyss below her. In a panic, he grabbed his hands wildly, but he didn't catch anything, and his body was falling.

At the critical moment, a hand suddenly stretched out along the edge of the cliff and grabbed her right hand tightly, Zhang Yue's body stopped falling, swaying on the edge of the cliff like a kite with a broken string, Zhang Yue looked up and saw the pure black eyes, Zhang Yue exclaimed, "Rumo!" ”

Zhu Youzhu tightly grabbed Zhang Yue's right hand with his left hand, and the sword in his right hand was still dodging the attack of Wantong and the others. Because he couldn't show it, he couldn't resist it. Zhang Yue shouted loudly, "Rumo, let me go!" If you go on like this, you'll die too. ”

As he spoke, he began to break free of Zhu Youzhang's right hand, Zhu Youzhang's right hand was like an iron tong, and he grabbed Zhang Yue without letting go. At the last moment. Another group of people came, and they fought with Wantong and others.

The pressure on Zhu Youzhang's side was relieved, and she felt that she had her other hand free, firmly grasped Zhang Yue, and dragged it upward, Zhang Yue hurriedly moved her body slowly upward, and her eyes glanced at the scroll that had been hanging on the branches of the trees on the side of the cliff, and suddenly slid down a lot, and shouted, "Like ink, painting... The painting is going to fall. ”

Zhu Youjiao's hand paused slightly, then returned to normal and continued to pull Zhang Yue upward, and at the same time that Zhang Yue was completely pulled up to the edge of the cliff, the scroll fell off the cliff with a chirp and fell into the endless abyss.

Zhang Yue was lying on the edge of the cliff, looking at the scroll that fell into the abyss, panting heavily, feeling that she couldn't even straighten up, her body softened, and Zhu Youzhu supported her beside her.

Over there, Wantong and the others have been defeated and retreated by the people who came to kill them, and Wantong saw that the situation was not good, helped Wan Chao up, and shouted, "Withdraw!" The gang fled the cliff with a crawl. The reinforcements who rushed to the rescue were about to chase after him, and Zhu Youzhu shouted, "Poor Kou Mo chase!" ”

Several people led by reinforcements hurriedly walked to Zhu Youzhu and knelt down one after another, the first person was Mu Bin, "My subordinates are late to save the car, please atone for your sins." ”

Zhu Youzhu waved his hand, "Get up!" He then slowly helped Zhang Yue up, "Little Wu, how are you?" Can you get up on your own? Zhang Yue stood up and barely squeezed out a smile, "Rumo, I'm fine, painting... The painting fell. What to do? How..."

Thinking that the prince had lost the birthday gift given to his father in order to save him, Zhang Yue suddenly had abnormal chest tightness, and spit out a mouthful of blood. Zhu Youzhu panicked, "Little Five! Zhang Yue felt that his eyes were dark, and the only remaining strength in his body was sucked away by a trace, and finally fell softly into a warm embrace......