The quiet room that Himiko arranged for Zhang Lu was not large, only four or five square meters, and there was only one seat and one case in the room, and on the table was a peculiarly shaped oil lamp—probably imported from Sanhan. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He sat quietly in front of the desk, carrying Zhou Tian, adjusting his breathing, and at the same time feeling outward, indoor and outdoor, within ten feet. From time to time, he deliberately stood up and walked a few steps to talk to the samurai stationed outside the house, in order to show that he was in good spirits as usual.

The fragment of consciousness in his brain had already been thoroughly digested by him, and the virus was split into primitive sentences, which became sporadic nutrients that nourished his mana and gave him references. To say that there is nothing ingenious about this virus itself, even if Zhang Lu directly indulged it to invade his consciousness that day, it would not cause any damage at all. It's like arsenic, mortals eat it and die, and immortals treat it as nothing, but at Zhang Lu's level, eating arsenic is like a mortal drinking raw water, which may make a stomach upset, and he will survive with a bite of his teeth. And the damage to his consciousness caused by the curse of the Japanese may not be as great as the damage to his body caused by arsenic.

This virus may destroy hundreds of my white blood cells, and that's all, it's not enough!

However, this kind of means of outgoing consciousness seems to have a lot to learn from......

So he deliberately showed the outside world that he showed no signs of madness, in order to force Ijima to make another move. Sure enough, on the evening of the second day, in the middle of the night, Zhang Lu was meditating in front of the desk, and his heart moved violently, feeling that something had entered the room inexplicably.

It stands to reason that if it is an assassin, he does not have to be close to the house, and when he is still outside the house, he Earl Zhang should have sensed it, and he has to wait until he is close to him to within a zhang before he realizes it, it seems that he is really not a mortal, and he must have some secret method. But you are still noticed by me after all, Zhang Luxin said, is this what is often said in literary and artistic works "whim"? The masters in the gods will have whims from time to time, and then secretly occupy a lesson, and then immediately order the disciples: "Call your senior brother so-and-so, it is time for him to go down the mountain to respond to the catastrophe." ”

can still ponder these haves and haves, which shows that Zhang Lu is not worried at all, at the moment, his legs straightened, and he stood up in an instant with a way of exerting force that mortals could not understand at all, and then turned around, his right hand reached out, and stretched out towards the wall.

This set of movements is incomparably coherent and swift, and in the eyes of mortals, it is only a blink of an eye, and the Han people who originally knelt have completely changed their posture. Zhang Lu's right hand had not yet been attached to the wall, and his hand was touched first, and at that moment, the five fingers were closed inward, directly jamming someone's neck.

This assassin was originally in an invisible state, so he was able to steal through the guards, directly invade the room, and was about to appear and attack Zhang Lu from behind......

Although the Assassin was surprised, he was experienced after all, and he quickly retreated in the face of danger. In fact, when Zhang Lu stuck his neck, he could no longer maintain his invisibility, and his appearance was already revealed-it was a short man, estimated to be no more than one meter four, wearing a tight-fitting suit, wrapped in cloth, revealing a pair of fine eyes;

The short assassin exerted his force in a posture that almost defied the laws of physics, and his entire body shrank backwards, and in an instant, most of his chest and head were retracted into the wall. Zhang Luxin said Oh, he even knows how to penetrate the wall...... You don't know Zhang Mink, you don't know that Lao Tzu is the ancestor who specializes in breaking through the wall! Because the man's chest and head are half hidden in the wall, Zhang Lu can no longer get stuck in his neck—his fingers have clearly touched the wall, but I am afraid that in the next moment, this person's neck will completely slip out of his palm.

The assassin was small, but his neck was thick and short, and as soon as Zhang Lu got his hands on it, he knew that it was not easy to pinch. But it doesn't matter, can you still move faster than me?" So Zhang Lu released his right hand, and at the same time bent his knees slightly, and his left hand reached down, grabbing the opponent's ankle.

The assassin was grabbed by Zhang Lu's neck at first, so he was in a hurry to break free and wanted to retract back into the wall, and his body formed a posture of leaning back slightly. The backmost of this diagonal line is the head, and the most front is the legs, as soon as Zhang Lu let go, his entire head and body have been completely submerged in the wall - considering that the Japanese are wooden buildings, with boards as walls, it should not be too thick, probably his entire head and most of his body have been outside the wall - the lower part and the crotch, and the two legs are still in the house.

Shi Jiayun: A flick of a finger is sixty moments. It's a pity that Zhang Lu won't leave it to his opponent for a moment, his left hand leaned down, and he firmly grasped one of his ankles—well, this thickness is just right, and I can hold it very well.

As soon as he grabbed his hand, Zhang Lu immediately exerted his strength, slammed it backwards, and directly dragged the kid back to the house. The assassin was so frightened that he barely had time to change his mind, and as soon as his entire body was pulled back into the house, he felt the opponent's strength instantly turn, first pushing upwards and then smashing downwards. Zhang Lu's set of movements is swift and coherent, as if flowing water, all in one go: pull it back, raise it high, and then shoot it down fiercely.

The back of the assassin's head hit the ground, and he felt his head "buzz", and Venus appeared in front of him. Zhang Luxin said that you are unlucky, if the Japanese-style house is paved with tatami mats, you will probably be able to feel better, but it seems that there are no tatami mats in these years - if there is one, it is impossible for the queen to use Himiko - now this ground is purely paved with wooden planks, I have tried it, and the hardness is not low. But he wasn't very relieved, after all, this guy's stealth technique was beyond his expectations, if the other party didn't enter the house just now, and put a blow arrow or something through the window lattice, maybe it would be difficult for him to catch him. So after smashing, he immediately raised it again, and then twisted his left hand, turning the opponent over in the air, and then slapped it a second time.

This time the Assassin was face down, and the first thing that touched the ground was the highest point on his face—a sharp pain, almost screaming, and the nosebleed spurted out.

Before he could react, Zhang Lu took advantage of the reaction force to lift him up again, flipped it over again in the air, and with the third blow, he directly broke off and smashed it on the ground. The Assassin felt his ankles light, unrestrained, and was about to cast a spell to escape, but as soon as the thought turned, he felt his throat tighten and breathe hard—Zhang Lu leaned down and pinched his neck again, just clamping his neck and pressing him firmly to the floor.

The assassin glared at Zhang Lu with frightened eyes. Zhang Lu let go of his hand with an "oops" - "It's stained with blood, it's so dirty." He wiped it on the assassin's unrecognizable tights, and then re-clamped his neck, but it was only a blink of an eye, and the other party didn't have time to take advantage of this short moment to make any unfriendly movements.

Zhang Lu probably did it on purpose, in order to say: You can't escape, even if I let go, you can't escape, so let's obediently tie up your hands and arrest it.

At this time, Zhang Lu's posture was to kneel on one knee, leaning forward, his left hand naturally drooping, and his right hand stuck in the assassin's neck, pressing him to the wooden floor. His face was so close to the Assassin that he could barely breathe for breath.

"Well, let's see who you really are. Zhang Lu muttered to himself as he reached over his left hand and ripped off the Assassin's face cover. He was quite disappointed: "Why is it that when the novel is written here, there will be beautiful female ninjas?" The fabric of the assassin's body and mask, I don't know what the texture is, it seems that it can isolate consciousness detection to a certain extent, even Zhang Lu can't see through his face and body, and only when he tears off the masked towel can he understand - "I don't have the protagonist's life?"

Think about it, too, the general ninja is an uncle, and the so-called female ninja is basically seductive and relies on her own body to complete the task, and the work of infiltrating the assassination is not suitable for them. Besides, even if it's really a female ninja of the Japanese land, can this race be more upright than Himiko? Even Himiko himself has no interest, let alone a female ninja?

Of course, ninjas seem to be a rising profession, and there can be no ninjas in this year's Wadi...... However, the so-called ninja sounds mysterious and lofty, but in fact, there is no similar role? Assassin or secret agent, men with strength, women with color, each has its own secrets, this is also a very common thing.

Ah, no, I've been cultivating for many years, and I've long since abandoned women...... Well, in fact, Taoists don't pay attention to this, it should be said that they are not womanizers, but they are dissatisfied with the lack of dramatic development.

The assassin also had a round face that was common among the Japanese people, especially the people of Kitakyushu, but his head was small, and his facial features seemed to be squeezed up, filling the entire face. I can't tell the age, it is estimated that he must be in his thirties, probably less than fifty, shaved his beard, but there are still some blue fibrous roots, plus the protrusion on the neck felt in his hands, it can be determined that it is a man. The man's face was frightened, and his eyes were crooked, like a ghost.

At the same time as he lifted off the mask, Zhang Lu felt a suffocation in his hand, as if the man was trying to swallow something. He knew that it was not good, and his true anger quickly spit out, hitting the other party's chest and abdomen. The assassin's eyes immediately bulged out, and as soon as Zhang Lu let go, he turned over, leaned over, opened his mouth, and spit out a mouthful of black water with a "wow" sound, and then stroked his chest with his hand, retching again and again.

Zhang Lu sneered: "Want to die, it's not that easy!" "If you take poison when I smash people, maybe I won't have time to stop it, and if you want to die at this time, I'm afraid it will be as difficult as heaven."

The assassin retched for a few moments, then struggled to turn his face, and saw Zhang Lu sitting cross-legged in front of the desk, in the same posture as before his sneak attack—only with a 180-degree turn. He hoarsely asked, "Are you a god or a ghost?!"

Zhang Lu smiled coldly and didn't answer, but just asked, "Yizhima sent you, right?"

The assassin gritted his teeth: "Kill me......!

"I won't kill you," Zhang Lu interrupted him, "on the contrary, I will let you go." Go and help deliver a message to your master, so that he may come and see me quickly. ”

The assassin sneered, "The master will only send more subordinates who are more clever than me to kill you!"

Zhang Lu pouted: "Whatever, I also want to see if there are any other capable people in your country." But you'll have to get it on for me, and you tell him—"

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows and said in an accentuated tone: "Tell him my skills, if he refuses to come, it will be easy for me to take his life." Even if I don't kill him, I can help Himiko to eradicate his power and foundation step by step, and turn his entire clan into slaves! Your Japanese spells are like street juggling in front of me, and your Japanese national power is like a group of monkeys in front of the Han Kingdom. Let him do what he wants. ”

With that, he slowly turned his back to the Assassin, "Get out of here—by the way, wipe me clean." ”

The assassin disappeared, and sure enough, Zhang Lu was not disappointed, probably during the darkest period before dawn, Ijima changed his face and quietly entered his apartment. As soon as he entered the door, Yi Zhima took off his mask, crawled over like a meat ball, and kowtowed to Zhang Lu again and again: "The villain was confused for a while, he offended the nobles of the kingdom, and asked the nobles to spare my life!"

Zhang Lu lowered his head to glance at him, and said lightly, "You're not stupid." ”