Just as the two were about to fight again, there was another scream from the previous house, and this time the sound was all dusty.

Oops!

The thin old man's face changed.

Only then did he remember that the main purpose of coming over this time was to protect Dutong Huachen, not to find an opponent.

Hearing the voice, Wu Chong glanced at the thin old man opposite, his figure flashed, and quickly disappeared into the darkness. In his perception, a few more breaths rushed here, and if he didn't leave now, he wouldn't be able to leave for a while.

Seeing this, the thin old man did not chase and kill him.

Tonight's events have completely exceeded their plans, and they secretly don't know if there are other enemies, and in this situation, the most important thing is to protect the capital.

"How's Childe doing?"

The thin old man returned to the alley, pushed open the door and walked in.

Inside the house.

Huachen lay on the bed with a hateful face,

"I'm not dead, but my ten-layer gold armor is all gone."

These ten layers of golden armor are the treasures that Huachen brought from the capital, I don't know how many times I have saved him, but I didn't expect it to be destroyed here.

Not only was the golden armor destroyed, but he himself was seriously injured.

There was only one of those weird flying swords, but there were five swords!

The golden armor blocked four, and the last one pierced him in half. Fortunately, he avoided the key point at the critical moment and did not die on the spot, but even then his state was not much better, which made Huachen, who was originally going to 'fish', very angry.

He feels that he is a chess player, but there are always some chess pieces that are disobedient.

"There's nothing wrong with the injury, just take a break."

The thin old man stretched out his hand, and the power of qi and blood instantly sealed Hua Chen's wound, and then pulled out the iron sword that pierced his body.

Just an ordinary iron sword.

I don't have to pay ten cents.

Zou Lao frowned.

How did such an ordinary sword burst out with such a strong force? When the sword is in heaven, it is like having its own spirituality, which is completely incomprehensible.

"Didn't catch anyone?"

"That person is very strong, and I'm worried about my son's safety." The meaning of the thin old man is very clear.

You're dragging your feet.

"What the hell is this?"

Huachen didn't pursue it, Zou Lao was a master sent to him by his mother's clan, and there were many places to rely on on weekdays, which was different from those who could beat and scold the local natives at will.

"I don't know, I've never seen it."

Zou Lao shook his head.

This is also what he wants to know, the process of fighting Wu Chong today made him feel very passive. Wu Chong's methods were completely different from the martial arts he had been exposed to before, as if they were from another system.

"You haven't seen it either?"

Hua Chen was startled, and was pulled by the injury in his chest, and the pain was a little terrible.

"The world is very big, and there are countless capable people, what am I a bad old man." Zou Lao laughed self-deprecatingly.

If he was really that powerful, he would not be forced to stay away from the capital and follow Huachen to a place like Daozhou.

"Has the young master offended anyone recently?"

"I've been here in black lately, and I rarely go out."

Huachen remembered for a while, and didn't think of any sinners in his own right. Those weak indigenous mud legs were automatically filtered by him. His character is like this, he respects people who are stronger than him and whose status is higher than him, and he never has to look directly at people whose status is lower than him and whose strength is weaker than him.

"There's news from the liquor store that eleven people have bought me."

The liquor store sells news.

After Wu Chong and the others bought the news, they were sold to Huachen by the liquor store the next day.

"This person knows that seven of the eleven people have been identified, and the remaining four are still being found." Zou Lao nodded, the people below had told him about this.

However, he didn't think that Wu Chong would be among these eleven people.

The master of the Three Realms, who doesn't have any power in his hands?

How can you go to a place like a liquor store to buy news, and the people who mix there are generally some shady 'ground rats', or some outlaws. People who are not strong and have problems with their identity will go there.

"Check! Don't let me find him. ”

The wound in his chest reminded Huachen of how dangerous it was tonight.

He was almost gone.

I was just going to catch a fish, but who knew I had caught a great white shark.

Who can defend against this kind of flying sword outside the sky?

If I remember correctly, the previous commander Mo Shang died under this kind of flying sword. Thinking of Mo Shang, the haze in Hua Chen's heart became heavier.

Mo Shang's death has been decided.

The murderer's head has been cut off, and if another person emerges at this time, will he still have the prestige of Huachen?

Daoist Ji Tianxiong!

Thinking of that Lord Ji, Hua Chen's heart to kill this person became even more firm.

A noisy night.

Tsing Yi Lou blocked the Beicheng Hutong area overnight, and searched door-to-door. Although they also know that this method will not catch the real culprit, their attitude towards the outside world must be revealed. This can deter another group of people who are waiting and seeing, telling them that Daozhou is still the world of Great Apocalypse.

Wu Chong returned to the house and fell asleep.

The noise outside has nothing to do with him and Deputy Wu.

It was all done by the men in black.

He's been sleeping at home tonight.

I believe that after tonight, he will be able to live a peaceful life for a while. With this assassination, even if the Lord is not dead, he will still be alive and fearful, and he should not appear in public again in a short time.

The deterrence of flying swords is there.

Unless he is not afraid of death.

"The level of sword control is still too low, and the cultivation route of the first order of the Three Realms must also be studied."

The first step for an immortal cultivator is to refine the Qi Realm.

How to practice this qi, the general idea should also be sorted out, and the experience points that have been accumulated for such a long time should almost be used.

The next day.

Wu Chong, like a person who has nothing to do, is going back to work in a bright light.

Sure enough, Huachen didn't come.

Not only did Huachen not come, but most of the officials in his family also did not come.

The news of the assassination of Lord Totong last night has now spread all over the world, and the whole black clothes are active. As a building that collects intelligence and assassination, the boss doesn't know that he was assassinated, and this face can be regarded as a big loss.

"My lord, have you heard?"

Not long after Wu Chong sat down, Yue Group ran in with a happy face.

"What's the matter?"

Wu Chong lay on the recliner.

Huachen is not there, he is the boss.

No one is qualified to send him a task, this kind of stable life is what he should live.

"Huachen's grandson, he was assassinated last night, and I heard that his life will not be long in coming."

"Pattern."

Wu Chong's critical education of the gloating Yue group.

"We are all from the Black Building, how can we be happy if something happens to Lord Dutong?" Wu Chong looked like a master in the world.

"After eating, go out and put a firecracker, my throat is a little uncomfortable today, so let's make some noise to drive away evil spirits."

Firecrackers?

And what does an uncomfortable throat have to do with exorcism?

Holding the orange handed over by Wu Chong, the corners of Yue Yi's mouth twitched.

Say a good pattern!