Chapter Seventy-Five: Conspiracy
What is this man talking about?
Duan Lizheng looked at the big man in front of him in disbelief.
"Why are you dumb?" The man looked at Duan Lizheng, who was standing motionless in place, and raised his thick eyebrows.
"I'm thinking, what stupid are you talking about." Duan Lizheng raised his head, his gaze cold.
"What did you say?" The man was furious, and Duan Lizheng only felt a cold light flashing in front of him, and before that, he had already dodged sideways.
There was a loud bang in the room, and the cold blade of a big knife whistled down against Duan Lizheng's ear, slashing straight into the bluestone bricks on the ground.
The one-foot-thick stone bricks were torn apart!
This man has a lot of strength!
Duan Lizheng stepped to the side, holding the hilt of Han Yue's sword, and looked at the earth-shattering scene in front of him in amazement.
I saw that the big knife in the man's hand was seven feet long, the blade was three feet long, and the handle was four feet long.
Chopping the saber!
Duan Lizheng took a breath.
Such a bulky weapon has always been used only by heavy cavalry, and it is the first time he has seen the real thing before he has been on the battlefield.
But this did not prevent him from deeply feeling the horror of this knife.
Seeing Duan Lizheng dodge with one blow, the man was even more furious, and the second knife roared again.
It's obviously such a bulky weapon, but it's in the hands of this man.
It can be seen that this is not a weapon that has just been used, it is this man's housekeeping skill!
A cold light flashed in Duan Lizheng's eyes.
Great Zhou cultivators rarely used such weapons, because there were very few places to use them.
And the group they had guessed before was even more impossible......
Don't......
Although I realized that something was wrong, I didn't expect that it might be so terrifying.
Duan Lizheng's heart was agitated for a while, and in the narrow room, a distraction couldn't dodge, and a cold light brushed over his shoulder.
A wisp of blood ran down the boy's sleeve, and a drop fell to the ground, seeping into the cracks of the crumbling stone bricks.
A contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of the man's mouth, "For the sake of an uninterested woman, you made yourself so embarrassed, as for it?" β
"You don't understand." Duan Lizheng's expression had calmed down and said lightly.
"I understand," the man laughed, "that's the so-called face of a Da Zhou man." β
"The hatred of taking a wife is not shared?" He scoffed.
"Put your face aside," Duan Lizheng bowed down and dodged a knife, "If I understand correctly, do you want me and my fiancΓ©e to break off the engagement?" β
"That's right." The man nodded.
"But even if I dissolve the marriage, there is no guarantee that you will definitely get her, so why should I let you say it?" Duan Lizheng said quietly.
"It's none of your business," the man slammed the knife into the ground, "as long as you write a letter and make the woman die, make it clear that you are not interested in her, and tell the woman not to seek death for this kind of thing." β
The man looked gloomy, "You women in Da Zhou are very troublesome to grab, what do you say from the beginning, and you would rather die than marry at every turn, Lao Tzu is really annoyed." β
Duan Lizheng paused, and a strange look appeared on his face when he heard this.
That woman will seek death and life for him?
Why is it so unimaginable?
"That's ......," the boy muttered, "no problem. β
"No problem?" The man was overjoyed when he heard this, "He is worthy of being the second son of Duan, and he still knows the current affairs well enough." β
"Bring pen, ink, paper, and inkstone!" The man waved his hand.
The room opened, and a servant with a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone appeared at the door.
Behind them, however, countless men in black with swords in their hands poured into the room.
"What does this mean, Your Excellency?" Duan Lizheng slowly turned around and looked at the man holding the big knife.
"Everything is ready, Third Highness."
The old man named Suo Ci walked out of the door at some point, he had already changed into a black robe, walked from behind the crowd, walked to the center and bowed to the man above.
"All ready?" The man's eyes lit up when he heard this, "She'll be caught in the net later?" β
"Yes," said the old man in black.
"Haha, well done, then good things can be accomplished tonight," the man known as the Third Highness was overjoyed.
"Although that guy is a waste, he can still come in handy in this regard!"
The man nodded with satisfaction, a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, "Rest assured, I'll give that guy a few kind words in front of his father when I go back." β
"That's really thanks to the Third Highness," the old man in black said humbly.
"Third Highness, you are ......" The amount of information in this conversation was too large, and Duan Lizheng's heart was turbulent.
"Isn't Second Prince Duan rumored to be smart and unparalleled in the world?" The man laughed, "Want to know if you want to guess for yourself?" β
He rudely threw the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of Duan Lizheng, "Okay, write quickly, it's none of your business after writing this." β
Duan Lizheng clenched his fists and stared at the man in front of him, "You just said, who will throw themselves into the net later?" β
"It's not stupid," the man at the top stared at the young man with anger burning in his eyes.
"Suo Ci, I'll trouble you to take care of him later." The man sneered, "It's still quite troublesome in the middle of the ascending pole, don't let him ruin my good deeds." β
"Yes," Suo Ci replied.
"Doesn't Second Prince Duan want to know where your fiancΓ©e is?" The man laughed, his beastly eyes narrowing slightly, "You'll see her soon." β
Duan Lizheng's pupils shrank.
"What did you do!" He shouted.
"It's so noisy, I'm too lazy to talk to him," the man said excitedly, "tie him up, let him write the paperwork, and let him press a handprint if he doesn't want to write." β
He yawned and turned to walk into the darkness of the room, "Lao Tzu still has to recharge his energy and wait for the night battle." β
"Yes, three ......"
Before Suo Ci and the others could finish their responses, a bright moon suddenly rose in the dim room.
The moonlight is incomparably bright, but incomparably cold.
Before everyone could see what was going on, the figure of the young man who was originally in the center of the room had disappeared.
The bright sword light was the cold moonlight, piercing through the darkness.
The man who turned around and walked to the edge of the couch only had time to feel a chill in his heart, and in the next second, the snowy sword blade had been gently rested on his neck.
The cold moon broke through the sky, and as soon as it came out of its sheath, it was over.
"What ......" The man's eyes widened and he was about to struggle, when the blade of the sword pierced into his rough skin mercilessly.
The man gasped for breath in anger, but did not move.
"Don't come here," Duan Lizheng held the five big and three thick men hostage and looked coldly at the black-clothed people at the door.
"Throw all the blades out!" He exclaimed, "Otherwise, I will take the life of your master!" β
The room was quiet for a moment, but the people in black remained motionless.
Duan Lizheng's heart was in a hurry, and he mobilized the true yuan of his whole body, and Han Yue stabbed it three points again.
"You ...... Do as he says! The man who was being held hostage screamed in horror.
However, the room was as quiet as ever, and the people in black looked strange and remained motionless.
Duan Lizheng's heart jumped, and an ominous premonition rose from the bottom of his heart.
What's going on?
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