Chapter Ninety-Three: The Messenger of the Demon Voice

There was no movement outside, and the martial arts of the comers were not low.

Lin Xin'er calmly walked to the wall and pulled out the dart, with a small note on the dart. It seems that when she thought that Ximen Jingxuan was not there and was acting safely, someone was also eyeing here.

The note said that the woman who resisted the killer's magic voice would meet her in the Wind and Snow Tower.

Undoubtedly, the comer has something to do with the killer's magic sound.

Undoubtedly, the other party also knew that it was the magic voice she resisted last time.

This person is so sure of her details, so this appointment is inevitable.

"Young Palace Master, have you decided to go?" Yue Yao had already seen the answer from Lin Xin'er's face.

"This man knows me well, and I have to go first." Lin Xin'er weighed the small dart and said.

Leaving Yueyao, Lin Xin'er quickly left King Xuan's Mansion and rushed to Fengxue Tower.

Fengxue Building is a famous elegant building in the capital, and only aristocratic high-rollers can enter.

Lin Xin'er easily found the room indicated on the note, and flashed in like a cat.

"Princess Xuan came quickly."

There was a person waiting in the room, dressed in a gorgeous dress, with his black hair tied up high, hanging down a brocade ribbon, and a jade belt around his waist, with a heroic and upright posture, showing the nobility of his identity.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties, but there is no trace of time on his face, the edges and corners are clear, exuding a mature and strategic bearing.

It can be seen that this man was handsome when he was young, and he is still handsome at this time, but there is more of the kind of stability that young people rarely have, and it seems that he can control everything with a raise of his hand.

"Princess Xuan has a good complexion, so it seems that she can't see that she has just been seriously injured." The middle-aged man looked Lin Xin'er up and down. In order to go out, Lin Xin'er pulled up her hair casually and put on a coat to cover the traces of her injuries, just like usual.

"The assassin is one of yours?" Lin Xin'er asked.

The middle-aged man's words were undoubtedly an admission of what he had done.

Before, she was afraid that the person who asked her to meet was related to Yuehuaguo, so she didn't dare to speak rashly, for fear that her identity as a woman in Yuehuaguo would be leaked, but now it seems that this is another group of people who have never been discovered, and the target is her.

Moreover, the man seems to know her well and even knows her true identity.

The middle-aged man's next words did prove Lin Xin'er's speculation.

"Of course." The middle-aged man said with a smile, "I didn't expect it to be so simple to deal with the young palace master of the Water Moon Palace, as long as you attack a small slave maid, you can do it." It seems that in the eyes of the young palace master, the life of that slave is also extremely heavy. ”

"Who the hell are you?" Lin Xin'er's eyes instantly flashed with a striking sharp light.

Although she is the young palace master of Shuiyue Palace, Lin Xin'er has never shown her face, and this person can tell her identity at a glance, she is definitely a very dangerous person.

And he made it very clear that the assassin targeted Yan'er in order to attack her, that is, he understood her situation at that time and knew her choice between two things.

This person has a clear grasp of every step she is going to take.

"Someone who keeps an eye on you all the time, of course." The middle-aged man walked up to Lin Xin'er, every step was so calm and elegant, with the confidence to hold the world.

"Uncle, if you are twenty years younger, I must be very happy to hear this." Lin Xin'er smiled slyly, although she was shocked in her heart, she deliberately distorted the meaning of the middle-aged man, as if she had heard a joke.

Hearing Lin Xin'er say this, the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and smiled, forcing in front of Lin Xin'er, he exuded a little ambiguity, "I don't think I have less capital to attract women now, if you want to try, it will definitely make you feel different from King Xuan, how about it?" ”

Lin Xin'er admitted that what this person said was true, if he was willing, there would be no shortage of women to give him a hug.

Lin Xin'er relied on the information that Shuiyue Palace had before, and quickly sifted through her mind, and an identity that was very suitable for the image of the person in front of her suddenly appeared.

"You're the Messenger of the Voice." Lin Xin'er affirmed that she was the owner of the killer demon sound.

It is rumored that although the magic messenger is middle-aged, his charm has not diminished, and he has countless young lovers, and he uses a magic flute to play various notes, or kill people, or stimulate clouds and rain, making people want to die.

"Hehe, we easily make each other, isn't it very fateful?" The magic messenger hooked his lips and chuckled, and leaned forward a few more points towards Lin Xin'er.

Lin Xin'er suddenly felt that her eyes were a little confused, and she looked at the face of the Demon Sound Messenger and began to be chaotic.

Lin Xin'er hurriedly secretly lucked, but with her luck, the injured part of her back stabbed like a sword going deep, and then she used her strength, as if all her strength was sucked away by the wound, crushed in the wound, and there was nothing to dissolve.

Poison, there must be poison on that arrow that is not noticed by ordinary people, and now is the time for poison!

Lin Xin'er realized that her calculation was unexpectedly deep, the assassin was related to the Demon Voice Emissary, and her own appointment was part of the Demon Sound Emissary's calculations.

Lin Xin'er thought that the Water Moon Palace had never intersected with the Demon Sound Messenger, and he had no reason to attack her, unless it was shown by someone. The Demon Sound Envoy was very aware of her every step, which made Lin Xin'er think of what Xing Yao had reported to her before, the person who deliberately sabotaged Xing Yao to go to check the Yuehua Kingdom must be this Demon Voice Messenger.

"Say, what is your purpose?" Lin Xin'er settled down and gave up her luck.

"Ever since I knew that the eldest lady of the Taishi Mansion actually had another face, I was very curious, and I really wanted to see the original momentum of Miss Lin in person, the young palace master of the Water Moon Palace, and the future helmsman." The magic messenger said, pulling out the jade flute on his body, flicking his fingers and making a beautiful circle.

The jade flute flew through Lin Xin'er's bun and turned back into the hands of the magic messenger.

Lin Xin'er's bun spread out like a waterfall.

"Tsk, it's beautiful!" The Demon Sound Envoy praised and shook the jade flute in front of Lin Xin'er, "Uncle, I am not a person who indiscriminately gives grace, and it is also your luck to choose you, and the future palace master of the Water Moon Palace is also a good match for the Demon Sound Messenger." ”

Lin Xin'er took a step back slightly, and pulled out the dagger on her waist, recently, for some reason, she always wanted to take the dagger that had been hidden for eight years with her. If it is said that she has a lot of things to spare, but when she goes out, she takes this one with her, and she always feels that she is getting closer and closer to that person.

Lin Xin'er knew that at this time, not only was the wound poisoned, so poisonous that she couldn't exercise, but she must have been poisoned by another poison, and that poison was in this room, it seemed to be ...... Poison.

Although Lin Xin'er has not experienced the feeling of being poisoned, she is familiar with a lot of information and can judge from the feelings described.