Before Ruan Qiao could remind Ji Rong, he saw that the face of the slave who had just come in was distorted, and he slapped the plate directly at Ji Rong, and quickly pulled out a dagger from the towel in his hand, hitting Ji Rong's vital point.

However, Ji Rong's reaction was faster, and he didn't need Ruan Qiao's reminder to get up when the slave pounced, raised his hand to block the plate that was trying to obstruct his vision, and held the dagger in the slave's hand with his bare hands, and the fast Ruan Qiao didn't even have time to see his movements clearly.

Looking at Ji Rong after restraining the slave, he folded his hand fiercely, and the force was so fierce that he could even twist his wrist off, and from Ruan Qiao's position, he could even hear the sound of bones being broken.

The slave roared in pain, and in the next second, he disappeared in place, and flashed behind Ji Rong in the blink of an eye.

The distance was so close that Ji Rong couldn't turn around at all, seeing the slave's hideous face, the blade held in his other hand slashed towards his neck, and he couldn't even block it.

When Ruan Qiao saw this scene, his pupils shrank, and he only felt that his mind was blank, and before he could give any instructions in his mind, his body moved first, and he rushed over and directly strangled the slave's neck with the chain on his wrist.

The slave was so obstructed that the direction of his hand shifted a little, and he brushed Ji Rong's face and slashed it, immediately bringing up a deep blood mark.

Ji Rong turned around and pinched his neck at this time, and directly twisted his neck in two with great force.

The slave's body immediately fell limply, and blood continued to bubble from his mouth, but it was clear that he had lost his breath.

Seeing a person die in front of him like this, Ruan Qiao's fingertips trembled lightly for a moment, and he quickly controlled his emotions and regained his calm.

"Nguyen Nguyen." Kicking away the lifeless slave lying on the ground, Ji Rong immediately reached out and hugged Ruan Qiao in his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't be afraid." ”

Ruan Qiao was stunned for a moment, and the consciousness that had just regained consciousness became blank again.

“...... I'm fine. After a few deep breaths, she spoke loudly, and when she raised her eyes to Shang Ji Rong, her first reaction was to look away.

"How's your hand?" She said seemingly casually, "Your face hurts too." ”

Seeing that Ruan Qiao was really not injured, Ji Rong smiled, regardless of the blood that had seeped down his face, walked to the low table on the edge of the house, took out a bandage from it and wrapped it around his hand.

Looking down at the lifeless slave on the ground, he pondered as he pestered, "What just happened. ”

The slave's movements just now were done in an instant, not so much as his speed, but in an instant.

This is simply not a speed that humans can achieve.

Ruan Qiao's eyes dimmed slightly when he heard this, and his first thought was that this slave was a human being.

Humans who complete their mission here like her.

Looking at the blade with blood beads in the slave's hand, Ruan Qiao could only guess that his mission was to kill Ji Rong or something.

Does this mean that everyone's tasks are different?

"Nguyen Nguyen." Ji Rong's voice suddenly sounded in her ears, frightening Ruan Qiao's back, and when she turned around, she saw Ji Rong bending down close to her face and smiled, "What are you thinking?" ”

"Nothing." didn't intend to explain this to Ji Rong, Ruan Qiao shook his head and said in a low voice.

But when she said this, Ji Rong didn't let her go, reached out and took her into his arms, wiped her ear and said, "Do you know something?" ”

"You won't believe it anyway." Holding Ji Rong's wrist with his backhand, Ruan Qiao raised his eyes and looked back with a smile, looking a little arrogant.

Ji Rong won't hurt her for the time being, at least not now.

Ruan Qiao thought for sure.

Sure enough, Ji Rong just squinted his eyes when he heard this, took her arm and sat back in his seat.

Buried between Ruan Qiaoxiang's soft hair, Ji Rong sighed lowly, "I'm very happy no matter what, you can rush out to protect me." ”

Hearing Ji Rong mention this, Ruan Qiao's expression couldn't help but become a little subtle.

God knows what she was thinking just now, and her body moved when she said it would.

Could it be that she was tempted by Ji Rong's beauty???

Ruan Qiao thought with some horror.

"What I want to know, you'll always tell me, right?" Ji Rong quickly raised his head again and asked harmlessly.

Ruan Qiao glanced at the hand that was strangling his waist, and immediately nodded, there was no bottom line at all.

At this moment, a guard walked in and was about to clean up the dinner plate, and was visibly stunned when he saw the corpse on the ground.

"What is this?" The guard looked at Ji Rong and asked, and immediately lowered his head in horror after meeting Ji Rong's cold gaze.

"Shouldn't I have asked you this?" Ji Rong's hand was propped up on the corner of the table, and he said with a smile, "How did you let him in?" ”

The guard's face immediately turned pale, but he didn't even dare to say anything to defend himself.

It is not difficult to imagine that if Ji Rong said anything more at this time, he would definitely be so frightened that he would collapse to the ground.

That kind of coldness like substance, he really accepts incompetence!

Fortunately, Ji Rong was in a good mood at this time, and he didn't say embarrassed, "Search for things on him." ”

"Yes." He nodded quickly, didn't care about any plates, squatted down and began to grope for the still warm corpse on the ground.

The slave was dressed simply, and the guards searched it with ease, finding only a piece of torn paper except for the two blades hanging from their waists.

The paper looked like a piece of paper torn from a whole piece of paper, with only a short line of words.

Glancing at the contents of the paper, the guard scratched his head in confusion, and after hesitating for a while, he handed the piece of paper to Ji Rong.

"My dear fellow, we happened to be on the front line?"

Reading the words on the paper, Ji Rong raised his eyebrows, glanced at Ruan Qiao in his arms, and couldn't help but ask when he saw that she was also frowning, "Do you know what this means?" ”

How could Ruan Qiao know, she rolled her eyes secretly, reached out and took the paper from Ji Rong's hand.

The handwriting on the paper is handwritten, the handwriting is crooked and distorted like the handwriting of the left hand, and the pen and ink have become a little blurry because of the sweat soaking, but fortunately, the handwriting on it can still be seen clearly.

"Who is this dear companion?" Seeing that Ruan Qiao was also staring at this piece of paper and pondering, Ji Rong's ink-colored eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know." Ruan Qiao said honestly.

"Not you?" Ji Rong asked with a harmless smile.

"It's not." Ruan Qiao also replied firmly.

"That's good." Ji Rong was satisfied, "Don't let me know what little actions you're making behind your back, okay?" I want to believe in you. ”

Feeling Ji Rong's hand start to ravage his hair again, Ruan Qiao raised his chin and pointed to the lock that was still stuck on his wrist, and said obliquely to him, "Don't worry." ”

Looking at the paper in her hand again, Ruan Qiao frowned and thought about it, a thought suddenly flashed in her mind, she pulled out the panel, and saw at a glance that the percentage of the clues confirmed on it had become thirty-three.

This damn percentage has finally changed!!