Painting Thirteen couldn't help but gradually clench his palms, Ying Chengzhao's numbness and indifference made him a little abrupt, he gritted his teeth, and his eyes trembled slightly: "Zhou Rong's attack on the master is nothing more than jealousy, but if he is the only one who designs to murder the master, he may not be able to succeed." And you, in terms of authority and self-interest, why do you have half an entanglement with my master? Why do you have to help Zhou Rong put my master to death? ”

The night breeze was cold, blowing the pavilion side gauze tent, Ying Chengzhao looked at the sparkling lake outside the pavilion, and the shore not far away gradually rose with fireworks and figures. He stroked the two mustaches on his lips and looked at the painting thirteen with slanted eyes: "It seems that Jiang Li is really hiding it, and even his most proud disciple is kept in the dark." But yes, something like this is so high, and with his unbending temperament, he naturally refuses to pull anyone into the water. ”

"Firefly Picture" ......" Painting Thirteen listened to Ying Chengzhao's point, and frowned: "The secret hidden in "Firefly Picture" is not related to firearms? ”

At this time, there were two "bells" from the shore, and Ying Chengzhao smiled with satisfaction and smugness: "What's the matter." You are really a character to be reckoned with, originally, if it weren't for your appearance, I could have easily borrowed Zhou Rong's hand to monopolize the secrets in "Firefly Map". Why go to the trouble of taking advantage of tonight's opportunity to divert an unexpectedly exploding firearm? ”

Listening to Ying Chengzhao's smug laughter, the boulder hanging in his heart was "sonorous" and pressed down heavily, he temporarily put aside the chaos in his heart, and asked bluntly: "So, the thing that exploded in the suburbs of Beijing last time was really the firearm that you were going to transfer with the help of the Lantern Festival tonight." Why, then, did you call me over and say this to me, a trivial person? ”

Ying Chengzhao sneered: "It's not thanks to your master." I don't need to beat around the bush with you, and to tell you the truth, even though I have a batch of firearms in my hands at the moment, it is not a long-term solution. What I should promise to ask for is the secret of the firearm hidden in the "Firefly Map", if you become a big thing, how can you do the thing of killing chickens and taking eggs? ”

Painting thirteen secretly gasped, the truth of the matter was as sudden as the wind of the moon, with a knife in the wind, and the knife urged people to die. Hua Thirteen's expression was very calm when he tried his best to suppress it: "So, my master's death is really not the only one Zhou Rong who did?" It turns out that you are the mastermind behind the scenes! ”

Ying Chengzhao tilted his head and looked at the crowd on the shore, and glanced at the thirteen glances indifferently: "You see, this street on the shore spreads all the way to the south of the city, and then makes a bend from the north of the city and turns back." The streets are crowded with people, and you say, can you tell who is pushing who is moving forward? ”

Hua Thirteen couldn't help frowning with a sneer: "In the eyes of Lord Ying, you don't even care about human life, what kind of people can push you?" Today, hundreds of innocent people in the suburbs of Beijing died in an accidental explosion, and there were pharmacists in Xinglin Valley who were slaughtered by you. One after another, one after another, you can sleep peacefully for ten years! What the hell do you want to do! ”

"Shhhh These people's lives can pave the way for me to answer someone, and they can be regarded as a worthy death. ”