readx;?“ It seems that the timing is good, that kid has already turned off the lights and fallen asleep, and if he does it at this time, he will definitely be able to do it unconscious..."

Downstairs at the Fule Inn, Zhao Long, who was dressed in black and masked, looked up at the "Tianzi No. 3 Room" on the third floor of the inn, with a slightly stressed sneer on his face. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are three classes of guest rooms, which are divided into heaven, earth, and people from high to low, which are commonly known as upper, middle, and lower rooms in ancient times.

As the Tianzi number of the upper room, it has always been the Fule Inn that specializes in providing some distinguished guests with status, and Zhuo Wen, as the champion of this year's Doutu Competition in Yancheng, it is natural for him to live here temporarily.

The topic is far away, back to the topic.

Through the detection and feedback of mosquitoes, Zhuo Wen has really sensed the breath of humans downstairs...

At this point, it was already completely certain that the target of the comer was himself.

"This man doesn't seem to be here for inspiration, I'm afraid he just wants my life. Who hates me so much? Kill me, the champion of the Dou Tu, and he won't be afraid of being affected?"

Muttering, Zhuo Wen suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and a black-clothed figure couldn't help but appear in his heart, but he smiled coldly.

The answer is not difficult to guess, it must be the killer sent by the Black Hawk.

Because only he dares to be so bold and reckless at the same time.

"If I hadn't participated in this Doutu competition, Black Hawk would undoubtedly have a chance to win, my appearance ruined his original plan, he would naturally hate me to the core, and once I die, I am afraid that the inspiration will also fall into his hands, so it is not difficult to explain his motive for killing..."

At this time, Zhuo Wen's brain was like a high-speed computer, and the coming danger did not interrupt his calm thinking, and the entire reasoning process took him less than a few seconds.

"It's coming...", his eyes were half-narrowed, Zhuo Wen could already predict that Zhao Long's figure was about to appear in the next moment.

Zhuo Wen's prediction was indeed true, and in the blink of an eye, a vigorous figure biting a short knife had already thrown himself in from the window.

Out of the killer's instinct, Zhao Long's landing is very light and exquisite, and he rolls at the same time under the action of inertia, which not only moves quickly, but also eliminates the sound of landing.

This professional skill is extremely cool.

Without making a sound, Zhao Long looked a little more confident, took the short knife in his mouth, and was about to implement his assassination plan, but he didn't expect that as soon as he raised his head, he was stunned.

Unlike the expected situation, Zhuo Wen hadn't slept for a long time, and he was still full of energy, looking at him condescendingly with Erlang's legs crossed!

How could this be possible! Could it be that he knew in advance that I was coming, and deliberately waited here for me to throw himself into the net? At this moment, Zhao Long was simply messy, and his eyes were about to jump out.

Picking up a cup of tea that had been brewed beforehand, Zhuo Wen took a sip lightly, looked at Zhao Long, the corners of his mouth raised a trace of contempt, and said lightly: "Welcome to your majesty, I've been waiting for a long time..."

"Damn!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhao Long didn't have time to think so much, so he flew directly towards Zhuo Wen, and wanted to forcibly kill him.

Noticing Zhao Long's explosive body, Zhuo Wen couldn't help frowning, and the pen in his hand quickly moved into the paper.

"Eye-catching!" With a soft shout, a light of painting suddenly gushed out from the painting, directly penetrating the roof, and Zhuo Wen's stroke of effort alarmed the entire inn.

"You have to fight quickly!" With a hard bite of his teeth, Zhao Long's speed couldn't help but increase by half a point, and he stabbed towards Zhuo Wen.

Unfortunately, the next moment, he felt that the attack was blocked, and it was the Wind Sword Hao who blocked his fatal sword.

However, Zhao Long is a martial artist after all, his strength is fierce, even if he is a sword hero, he was shocked by his sword and hit the wall, and suddenly hit a big hole next door, revealing the picture of doing the wind and rain, which immediately attracted a burst of women's screams.

Compared with the situation of the Swift Wind Sword Hao, Zhao Long's situation was not painful or itchy, but his body leaned back slightly and half took a small step back.

Between the faces, you can already see the high and low.

At this moment, Zhuo Wen couldn't help gritting his teeth, it seemed that he still underestimated the martial arts foundation of this killer.

Even the meticulous Wind Sword Hero was chopped away, this person can at least fight a beast general!

Fortunately, the Wind Sword's injuries were not large, otherwise he would have vomited blood because of the backlash when he hit the Wind Sword's vital point with this blow.

I didn't expect that Black Eagle would send such a master to kill himself!

"Go die!" Zhao Long originally planned to retreat, but when he saw Zhuo Wen's defenseless picture, and thought of the gap between Zhuo Wen and himself, his killing intent couldn't help but be tempted by the bounty.

For a martial artist, a painter who does not have a painting spirit by his side is no different from an ordinary person, and he decides to take the risk and continue to assassinate Zhuo Wen.

It's a pity that Zhuo Wen is not an ordinary person.

Although there was an unexpected situation, with Zhuo Wen's cautious character, he naturally went far beyond just preparing this hand.

On the table, the light of painting talent bloomed again, and a white tiger jumped out of it and pounced directly on Zhao Long.

At the same time, the Wind Sword Hero who was knocked away also quickly returned to the team, slashed away with both swords, and cooperated with the White Tiger to launch a fierce battle against Zhao Long.

Zhao Long didn't expect Zhuo Wen's reaction to be so fast, and the second knife naturally missed again.

"Damn!" missed one after another, which suddenly made Zhao Long extremely annoyed!

Zhuo Wen is not his opponent, that's for sure, even with the cooperation of the Wind Sword Hao and the White Tiger, with the strength that Zhuo Wen is showing now, he will not be his enemy in ten rounds, and even the number of rounds will be less.

Zhao Long planned to continue the adventure, even if he knew that the movement of the two fighting would provoke many masters to come and cause trouble to himself, he had to bite the bullet.

Causing such a big movement will definitely have an impact, and if Zhuo Wen can't be killed, the Black Eagle side will definitely not let him go. Right now, he is already difficult to ride a tiger.

"Boy, leave your life to me!" With a burst of applause, Zhao Long kicked the white tiger away, his body was like electricity, and the next moment he penetrated the defense of the Wind Sword Hao and swept towards Zhuo Wen.

Under the masked black scarf, a hideous face was revealed, and the sound of Zhao Long's short knife breaking the wind made people's scalps tingle!

"Huh!" Zhuo Wen gritted his teeth, and his body moved directly sideways, dodging Zhao Long's fatal move.

"What!" Zhuo Wen's strange body style naturally surprised Zhao Long, and when he reacted, he found that Zhuo Wen was stepping on a pair of golden shoes.

"I didn't expect you to have this kind of means, but, fighting speed, you are just a painter, can you still compare with Wu Xiu?" was teased by Zhuo Wen one after another, and Zhao Long's killing intent was getting heavier and heavier.

When Zhao Long's words fell, he saw that his body moved, and his speed skyrocketed by three points out of thin air, and it seemed that he had been forced by Zhuo Wen to use a secret method to forcibly increase his speed.

Whether it is force or speed, at this moment, Zhuo Wen is undoubtedly down, only to feel that deep in his heart, the branch trembled slightly before death, and Zhuo Wen's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle.

"It actually triggered the engine system of the dead branches, it seems that if I don't do something, I'm afraid I will have to die!" Gritting his teeth in his heart, just when Zhuo Wen wanted to use the drinking dove to quench his thirst, suddenly, a large bird came from behind! )