"Then take it down."

Zhao Ding waved his hand expressionlessly.

"Yes, lord."

Niu Budou lifted the collar of the middle-aged man who was holding Zhao Ding's thigh, and dragged him out of the house directly.

Qi Quan struggled violently, crying while struggling: "Lord Wang, spare your life, Lord Wang, for the sake of serving you for many years, you will spare me once, I will never dare to do it again." ”

While speaking, he pulled Niu Budou's big hand with both hands, trying to break free from under Niu Budou's hands.

But he was held down by the bull and continued to be dragged outside.

Looking at this scene, everyone present trembled again.

It didn't take long for a terrible scream to come from outside King Yan's mansion.

Listening to the screams that kept ringing out, in the room, the captured assassins looked at Zhao Ding with horrified expressions one by one.

Zhao Ding laughed, looked at a few people and asked, "Can you talk now?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes, whatever you say, Lord Wang, you can be whatever you say."

At this moment, these assassins no longer had the same hardness as before, and looked at Zhao Ding eagerly one by one.

"Who sent you, Liu Sanyuan, or Chen Quan?"

Zhao Ding's voice was cold and he looked at the several assassins present.

Liu Sanyuan, Chen Quan, and Wen Liang were generally the guards of the Southern Chen Shubian.

The only difference is that gentleness is the main thing, and the two of them are supplemented.

Now Wen Liang has been arrested.

The 10,000 men of the heavy armor battalion under his command were served by him again.

If such a big thing happened, it was natural for Liu Sanyuan and Chen Quannan to take revenge as Chen Shoujiang.

"Yes.... Lukewarm... Wen Ziheng. ”

The man stammered back.

"Wen Ziheng?"

Zhao Ding was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled: "It's interesting, it's really interesting." ”

Zhao Ding pinched his chin and walked around the room.

Then he looked at Zhang San who was outside the door and shouted, "Go and bring Wen Liang over." ”

As Zhao Ding's words fell, Zhang San led people to run quickly towards the dungeon of the palace, and it didn't take long for Wen Liang, who was wearing a prison uniform, to appear and was taken by Zhang San to Zhao Ding.

Compared with the embarrassment of that day, the gentleness at this moment seems to have returned to the elegant and calm appearance of the past.

looked at Zhao Ding sitting in the room.

There were also a number of Assassins beside him, who were being pressed by others.

Wen Liang sneered and looked at Zhao Ding: "Zhao Ding, if you have a kind, kill ......"

Before Wen Liang could finish speaking, Zhang Sanyi kicked on Wen Liang's knee: "Kneel!" ”

Caught off guard, Wen Liang's knees suddenly fell to the ground.

But soon he raised his head again, still looking at Zhao Ding with a rebellious face.

"Is that him?"

Zhao Ding raised his chin and asked several assassins on the side.

"It's him."

The Assassin at the head stammered back.

"What is me?"

Wen Liang looked at Zhao Ding with a puzzled expression.

Zhao Ding smiled and shook his head: "You don't need to know why. ”

After speaking, he looked at the guard next to Zhang San and shouted, "Give me the knife." ”

"Yes, lord."

The assassin immediately responded respectfully, and then respectfully handed the saber in his hand to Zhao Ding.

Buzz.

A crisp humming sound rang out.

Under the miserable white moonlight, the long knife reflected the cold glow.

The fingertips swiped little by little on the blade, and then directly provoked Wen Liang's chin, Zhao Ding pointed to the assassins next to him, and looked at Wen Liang with a smile: "See, these are all people who want to save you, what do you say I should do?" ”

"The one who saved me?"

Wen Liang was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously looked at these assassins.

But the long knife in Zhao Ding's hand had already stabbed directly at Wen Liang's knee.

Poof!

A low, muffled sound came.

The saber in Zhao Ding's hand stabbed directly into Wen Liang's thigh.

The intense pain made Wen Liang tremble.

Almost instantly, he shouted bitterly.

"Zhao Ding, if you dare to move the prince, the prince of the country will know that he will never let you go."

Among the several assassins, one of them immediately stood up and looked at Zhao Ding eagerly.

"Kill!"

Zhao Ding glanced at the man, and then pulled out with one hand, and the long knife that pierced into Wen Liang's thigh was suddenly pulled out.

A stream of blood arrows erupted almost instantly.

At this time, he also took out a slender dagger directly from his sleeve and wiped it along the man's neck.

Another stream of bloody arrows poured out.

The assassin who spoke for Wen Liang suddenly fell to the ground limply.

Dripping blood poured out of the man's neck, instantly staining the ground red.

"Who else wants to say, stand up, I look at you and he says?"

Zhao Ding's eyes swept coldly over the few remaining assassins present.

Under Zhao Ding's eyes that contained strong murderous intent, one or two assassins who originally wanted to speak for Wen Liang suddenly lowered their heads in fear.

One by one, they didn't dare to breathe and looked at Zhao Ding.

Wen Liang was still enduring the severe pain.

Zhao Ding squatted down, grabbed Wen Liang's collar and lifted him up directly, and looked at Wen Liang in a cold voice: "It's not that Lao Tzu wants to kill you, and it's not that Lao Tzu wants to torture you, but your dad won't let me go, he gave him a chance, he can't grasp it himself, and he has to send someone to kill me,

I can't help it, I can only fulfill him. ”

"My dad?"

As soon as these words came out, Wen Liang's face was shocked, and he hurriedly looked at the assassins.

But before he could speak, the saber in Zhao Ding's hand once again slashed directly at Wen Liang.

Poof.

Bloody light exploded.

The gentle right arm was broken at the shoulder.

The crimson blood water dyed the clothes in front of Wen Liang almost instantly.

Intense pain underneath.

Wen Liang's body trembled uncontrollably.

There was no trace of rebelliousness in his eyes, and he cried and looked at Zhao Ding: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, as long as you don't kill me, everything is easy to say, my uncle is the emperor of the Nanchen Dynasty, as long as you don't kill me, even if my father doesn't save me, my uncle will definitely save me." ”

Wen Liang cried and looked at Zhao Ding.

"It's useless, even if your uncle is Lao Tzu's father, it's useless."

Zhao Ding said coldly.

Then the knife fell.

Poof.

A big head was thrown straight out.

The gentle, headless corpse fell limply to the ground.

After doing all this.

Zhao Ding glanced coldly at the assassins behind him: "Let me make all of them adults and hang them in the city, I want to see who dares again." ”

"Yes!"

Zhang San clenched his fists and shouted.

Then Zhao Ding asked in a cold voice: "Check for me, in addition to Qi Quan, Yanwang Mansion, and Youzhou City, how many things are still eaten outside the steak, don't let go of any of them, kill one of them." ”

"Lord Wang, you can rest assured about this matter, I, Zhang San, will definitely handle it properly and will never let anyone go."

As Zhao Ding's voice fell, Zhang San replied with a cold voice.

It's his own prince who hasn't killed anyone for too long,

Those people thought that their prince had lost his temper.

This time, he Zhang San wanted to take a good look at who was eating in the bowl and looking at the pot!