I don't know how long it took, Qiu Kun woke up suddenly, and he felt that he had slept so deeply.

How could this be? His heart palpitated, and his muscles tensed instantly.

At his level, the spirit and body are all mixed, poison is useless, and ** is also useless.

Is it really because I'm too tired?

Before he could think deeply, he was suddenly attracted by the scene next to him. On the other side of the room, the butcher and the swordsman confronted each other, their swords rattling, as if they were about to be splattered with blood in the next moment.

"What are you doing?" Qiu Kun opened his mouth in surprise, not reacting at all, didn't the three of them still meet frankly just now and were ready to put aside their prejudices and defend themselves against foreign enemies together?

"You ask him?" Tu Zi had always said little, but glared at the swordsman angrily and replied to Qiu Kun.

Qiu Kun looked at the swordsman again, and the swordsman sneered: "Ask me, I want to ask you, what other tasks did you have with us this time besides going with us to catch that child?"

"Other tasks?" Qiu Kun was even more confused, where did this matter, except for their own business, they were all subordinate to the orders of the family, even if there were any other tasks, they didn't have to be so tense.

Tu Zi said angrily: "I don't understand what you're talking about at all. ”

"Still want to quibble?" The knifeman's tone became colder: "How do you explain the incense in your bag?"

Tu Zi was furious: "You actually turned over my package." He didn't even deny it.

He had just slept very deeply, Qiu Kun was shocked, and looked at Tu Zi with incredible eyes.

Tu Zi was flustered by Qiu Kun's eyes, and he was not in a hurry to get angry, and hurriedly defended: "We do business without capital, it's normal to have a little incense on our bodies." ”

Qiu Kun was stunned, and when he thought about it, he and the others did the ninth-rate things on weekdays, and they had always been unscrupulous, and they couldn't be compared with the chivalrous heroines of the righteous path of martial arts, and it was indeed normal to have some life-saving things on their bodies. It's hard to tell if I'm too tired just now, or if I've been hit by the incense. Besides, the incense is not very useful to himself and others, even if he sleeps and dies, as soon as something threatens his life happens, he can wake up immediately under the sympathy of the qi and the machine, and use the incense to deal with himself and others, then the butcher is too unwise. Besides, why should the butcher deal with himself and the swordsman, and what good does it do him?

He couldn't help but look at the swordsman again to see what he could explain.

The swordsman still had a calm face, and took out a light blue fragment from his arms: "This is the last time we were stationed in the camp, during the packing of luggage, I picked it up next to your package. What other tasks did you take on from the family?"

Qiu Kun looked at this fragment, his eyes were puzzled at first, but the next moment he suddenly froze. This is a fragment of the family lacquer seal, this kind of lacquer seal has only been seen by the envoy, and he and others are not visible in the eyes of the family.

Missions, secrets, rivalries, and exterminations?

Qiu Kun was shocked, and instantly thought of a lot, this kind of thing, fighting for succession, from ancient times to the present, will not be above board in any family, and this mission of himself and others is a secret, but it has a tendency to spread faintly, which has committed a big taboo for the superiors. And the superior wants to return to himself, who is resentful, the cunning rabbit dies and the lackey cooks, and the birds hide their bows. He failed in the competition, and he and others wanted to be buried together, and if he succeeded in the succession, he and others still had to die.

His mind was suddenly confused, his master wanted to abandon him, what should he do, if his little Wushan foundation was not supported by his family, the consequences would be unimaginable, and it would definitely be the fate of being wiped out by the government.

"Maybe there are no killers at all, there are no assassins, everything is an internal ghost. ”

The swordsman held the fragment and said coldly that Qiu Kun didn't want to believe it, but he had to think it was the most reasonable explanation.

"You talk nonsense. Being splashed with sewage like this, Tu Zi's blood poured his pupils, and he was angry: "All this is your speculation, what evidence do you have......?

He was already incoherent, anxious to clear himself.

"It can be an organ, a fake, but you can explain how the envoy died, we all went to see Sun Sanniang at that time, and you were the last one. The swordsman's tone was still unhurried, I don't know if it was because of habit, or if he felt that he was in control.

"I ...... My cultivation is not as good as Boss Qiu, and my light skills are worse than yours, and it is normal for the last one to arrive. ”

"You quibble. ”

"You're quibbling, I haven't seen any paint fragments in your hand, I ...... Oh, I understand", Tu Zi said as if he suddenly realized something: "Maybe you are the murderer, you want to frame me, and after you get rid of me, you and Boss Qiu will be left one-on-one." ”

The knife man was stunned, but he didn't expect the butcher, who usually looked stupid, to say such a bite.

Tu Zi seemed to have found a life-saving straw to get rid of suspicion, no matter whether it was reasonable or not, he said in one breath: "If it is said that it was the organ that killed Sun Sanniang, and Hu Laoqi died of poison, what I can do, you can also do it." Not to mention, with the wounds on the corpse of the envoy, your knife is easier to handle than my fist. ”

"You fart. The knifeman's voice turned sharp, and he jumped up like a cat whose tail had been trampled, and he no longer had his previous calmness, and his knife was half withdrawn, as if he was about to share life and death with the butcher immediately.

Tuzi is not afraid of him, as soon as he spreads his hands, he will put it right with him.

"Enough" Qiu Kun burst out of his mouth, drinking to stop the two of them. At this time, his mind was confused, but he knew that he couldn't let the two people in front of him make any more trouble. This is Yunzhou, it is the territory of Emperor Heng, if the matter of the master's family is known to the world, the two bastards in front of him are not afraid, but their own Xiaowu Mountain is over, and more than 300 mouths up and down are estimated to be wiped out by the angry masters.

"We're out of town. Qiu Kun looked at the two people who were glaring at each other and said in a deep voice.

There is no way to stay in the city, whether it is internal or external troubles, it can only be solved outside the city, and it is a big deal for him to die, but he must not implicate Xiao Wushan, it is the hard work of half his life. Fortunately, every time I go out on a mission, I have the consciousness that I can never go back, and the arrangements left behind should be able to ensure that the little bastard in my family succeeds in taking the position. It's just a pity that the charming little girl's skin that I finally captured last time hasn't enjoyed it yet, and I guess it's going to be cheap for that little bastard, but no matter how I say it, it's my own son, and the fat and water don't flow into the fields of outsiders.

With a gloomy face, he walked out first.

The butcher and the knife man also put down their moves and followed. Qiu Kun's cultivation is the highest, his martial arts are the strongest, and he still has some prestige in their hearts. Moreover, in the case of determining that the other party is the murderer, there is no difference between being in the city or outside the city, and if you can not provoke the main family, of course, you have to do your best, even if they are lone rangers, they never thought that they could withstand the pursuit of the main family.

Out of the city, Qiu Kun still didn't stop, he was really in turmoil. After being the king of the mountain for so long, he still has his own judgment, and he did not believe the words of the butcher and the swordsman, the first suspicion is that Sun Erniang and the envoy were injured, not like it was caused by any organ or preparation in advance. But this made him even more confused, because the butcher and the knifeman's inference was also very reasonable, and he really didn't know how to deal with it.

The butcher and the swordsman followed him on the left and right, guarding each other, believing that the other party was a thief.

Suddenly, Qiu Kun heard Tu Zi burst out, "What are you doing?" and then felt the wind in the back of his head, and a sharp qi hit the back of his neck, and the wind pool was stinging and unbearable. He didn't even want to pounce forward, but fortunately there was no one to chase behind, he just took one step and stood still, and when he looked back, he saw that the butcher and the knife man had already ping-pong.

Qiu Kun couldn't help but feel a headache, the blow just now had no killing intent, and he was used as a swordsman to attack the west, although he was a little annoyed that this thing was unscrupulous, but at the moment it should also focus on the overall situation.

As soon as he took a step, he inserted into the battle group of the butcher and the knife man, and with a low shout, he stabbed down the mixed yuan pile, his muscles rose all over his body, and he raised fire to the sky to withstand the attacks of the two, and shouted: "What are you doing?"

Subconsciously, he turned to the knife man first.

The swordsman stood still, and when he saw him, he said angrily, "It's not me. ”

"What ......" Qiu Kun was stunned, but the next moment his face changed greatly, and he turned his head to look at Tuzi, but it was half a beat late. I saw that Tuzi, who was standing still, had changed his tricks at some point, and held his own pulse steadily.

"You ......" Qiu Kun didn't react yet, and wanted to question.

But Tu Zi didn't give him this chance, his right hand grabbed his vein, and his left hand had already slapped his ribs.

Poof, there was a muffled sound on the ground, Qiu Kunjie was firmly hit by this palm, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the kung fu of the iron cloth shirt was brutally broken.

"Sure enough, it's you. The swordsman reacted, scolded and fired at the same time as the move, and slashed down as if he were a match.

"Tuzi" was not in a hurry, pulled Qiu Kun and blocked him in front of him. Qiu Kun's vein gate was taken, and he was hit hard, and he couldn't get back for a while, so he could only be pulled by the "butcher" to meet the knife light.

The knife man was startled, and hurriedly put away the knife, and at the same time took a step diagonally with his body, ready to go around to the side and make another knife.

Qiu Kun also seized the opportunity, gathered his whole body, and prepared to shake off the shackles of the "butcher", but the "butcher" seemed to be unconcerned and let go directly. A trace of solemnity flashed on Qiu Kun's face, and he inexplicably thought of the sharp qi that had just hit the back of his head, and couldn't help blurting out: "Be careful, he is not a butcher." ”

The swordsman who was changing positions didn't have time to react, and a puff of blood mist exploded directly around his neck, if he hadn't heard Qiu Kun's reminder, he subconsciously turned sideways, and this time it would have been pierced through his neck.

And "Tuzi" showed his figure behind him, looking at the blood on his nails with a slight dissatisfaction.

"Who the hell are you?"

Qiu Kun asked angrily, the "butcher" in front of him still had the same face, but his body was smaller and his height was shorter. Just now, the knifeman was blocked from view, and he saw clearly, this "butcher" was like a golden cicada shedding its shell, and the whole layer of "skin" had faded, and the speed of the "butcher" after the "skin" had skyrocketed, crossing a strange arc, and almost piercing the neck of the knifeman with the five fingers of his right hand.

While guarding the other party, Qiu Kun couldn't help but glance at the "skin" on the ground, which was a pile of bulging clothes and branches and bamboo sticks.

Disguise, the assassin who has never looked at him, the corners of Qiu Kun's eyes trembled slightly, it was too similar, even just now he thought that the murderer was Tuzi, but he didn't expect that Tuzi had already been replaced. Facing the mysterious enemy, listening to the miserable ** of the swordsman, Qiu Kun's heart almost sank to the bottom.