In the next few days, Zhuge Chen was recuperating from his injuries and couldn't go back to the crow's room for the time being. This is him, if he were someone else, he would definitely think more about what kind of disputes would occur when three women were under the same roof.

However, his mind was not here at all, knowing that he was seriously injured and could not drink, but in the face of the parting of the father and son in the city, he still got drunk that night. And told everything that happened in Gangyang City, although he could clearly see the sadness of the city lord, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

After waking up the next day, Zhuge Chen found that the father and son of the city were gone. Gangyang City has been ownerless for many days, and this situation must not be allowed to continue. And the lord of the city always cares about the people, and worries are inevitable. It's just that when Bai Yi recalled the perseverance in the city lord's eyes last night, he could guess how disappointed the middle-aged man was in the Yunmeng royal family.

Zhuge Chen looked at the empty wine jugs all over the ground, looked out, and saw no trace of the down-and-out man. He was a little strange, moving his muscles and bones, and said to himself: "That person is so mysterious, what realm of cultivator will it be? Although I can't guess, the higher the better, at least I know that he has no ill will towards me." ”

After a big battle, although he couldn't return his killing power to his peak state in a short period of time, it was a blessing in disguise. Because of the erosion of the furious qi machine, Zhuge Chen felt that the bottleneck of his pseudo-realm had been loosened. Not only that, but hovering between life and death has deepened his understanding of the word "reincarnation". I believe that it will not take long for him to be able to salvage another bamboo basket trick.

Thinking of this, Zhuge Chen laughed happily. Although he is not a martial idiot, he still has an obsession with the realm. No matter how high the killing power is, there is still a huge gap between the immortals and the immortals? Even if you enter the top realm, you will be invincible in the world, and you will still not have the slightest ability to resist in the face of the immortals.

Except, of course, the God-King Body.

Hearing the ticking sound, Zhuge Chen looked out the window, it was the sound of a drizzle hitting the tiles. It happened that there was an oil-paper umbrella at the door, and Zhuge Chen couldn't refuse such a coincidence, so he took the umbrella out for a walk in the rain. It's like sweeping away the gloom in his heart these days, and he's never been a person who likes to embarrass himself. It's hard to get by, and letting go of himself in him, or in Zhuge Chen, who came out of that small city, has always been a simple thing.

Looking up at the sky, Zhuge Chen connected the raindrops with sword qi, as if there was a curtain around him. He was in this very simple little world, entertaining himself. When he was young, Bai Yi liked to do many things, such as playing in the mountains and rivers, or taking a break when he was drunk. But when his state of mind calmed down, walking in the rain and looking at the crowds coming and going and gradually becoming scarcer, he felt that everything was quiet in the heavens and the earth, and it was rare for him to have peace on the path of cultivation in his chest.

Turning the corner, there was no one around, Zhuge Chen hummed a little song and walked forward slowly. After facing the wall and entering the dead end, he turned around and said with a smile: "It seems that the royal family still has no intention of dying, so they have to kill me? Or will they not be able to see my body, and they will have trouble sleeping in the dormitory? But I have to say that this is their only chance." When my injuries heal in a few days and my killing power is even better, I am afraid that the already restless royal family will have even more headaches. So coming to kill me at this time is indeed the best choice. So are you a royal assassin lackey who follows orders, or a killer who takes money and acts?"

Zhuge Chen stretched his waist and removed the bandage wrapped around his body in an orderly manner. Even if the killing power has not recovered to its peak, it has to be desperate when it is time to fight.

The raindrops stopped in the air for a moment, and when they fell again, Zhuge Chen only felt a bloody breath rushing towards his face. How many people did the assassin who came to assassinate him kill before he had this aura coming out of the sea of corpses?

Zhuge Chen, a cultivator who kills people like hemp, has seen a lot, but there are indeed few who are so ruthless. It's like if the assassination is not successful, you will be killed by the neck. As an Assassin, I should have had this in mind. A sentimental woman like a crow is actually not suitable for this profession. If you feel compassion, you will be implicated in your own heart. The only people who are truly suited to become Assassins are those who have lost themselves and become the walking dead.

They act recklessly, not even caring about their own life or death. It is common to exchange injuries for injuries, which is more suitable for the name of madman than Zhuge Chen.

The assassin who came to kill him was called the Umbrella Man, because every target who died in his hands fell in the drizzle without exception. On the corpse, there was an oil-paper umbrella that had been propped up. With such a "poetic" scene, it is difficult not to think that this umbrella holder is a genuine pervert.

And the umbrella man has an excellent reputation among employers who pay for people's lives, precisely because he never misses. Although he had not been able to hold the head of a Realm cultivator in his hands so far, it did not mean anything. Those who can regard Zhendao as an enemy will also step into this realm, and they need an assassin who is difficult to reach the hall of elegance to draw snakes?

Zhuge Chen didn't wear the two swords of Jiaozhu and Sanchen on his waist before going out, so in the face of a sudden assassination, he had been thinking about how to block the opponent's first attack. The assassin is already clever in an elusive one, and it is easy for people to misjudge when the enemy is in the dark. Moreover, since the assassin pays attention to a one-hit kill, this first hand will never be in vain. As long as he can have spare strength after cracking it, he will wait until he catches the traces of the other party, and if he goes hard, he may not be able to drag the injured body away safely.

If you want to say that Zhuge Chen is bold, otherwise Li Jingyun would not comment on this son's anger. He even thought about how to cut off the other party's neck, so what was it for?

Zhuge Chen narrowed his eyes, and the flying sword swept out of his big sleeve and stopped directly in front of the umbrella holder. While blocking the dagger in the opponent's hand, the power of time broke through the rain curtain, and a Haoran sword qi that had long been hidden in the flying sword sword rushed out, leaving a wound on the opponent's body. Love you eBook

If it weren't for the rain curtain mixed with qi after the umbrella holder opened the umbrella, this sword qi would at least be able to cause the other party to suffer heavy damage. However, Zhuge Chen just pouted, and did not appear impatient because of this, on the contrary, he actually smiled and said to himself: "It's a pity." ”

Of course, he would not be in a hurry, since the assassin was now injured, it was impossible for him to continue to perfectly restrain his qi in the stealth. With Zhuge Chen's divine sense, it is not difficult to find the traces of the other party. He just needs to wait patiently, and the other party will definitely show flaws. After all, Assassins were never hunters in the jungle. They pay attention to the fact that they retreat after a single blow, and they can't bear their own nature.

Zhuge Chen exhaled a breath of turbidity, and he directly swept out of the dead end and ran through the alley. And don't forget to dust off the rain on your body, in case the umbrella holder makes a fuss on the rain.

It wasn't until he noticed that the owner of the qi machine behind him had been thrown away that he crouched on the ground, gasping for breath. At this moment, the wound on his chest that had healed had been reopened, and blood was oozing out. Zhuge Chen lowered his head to look, and his grinning appearance looked like he felt sorry for himself.

He did his best to stay awake, condensed the sword qi in his palm, and pressed it against the wound. The pain darkened his eyes, and he almost fainted because he couldn't scream.

When the pain subsided, Zhuge Chen wiped away the beads of sweat that slipped from the side of his face, and said: "I'm really a hard worker, it's like this, and I have to fight wits and courage." ”

His plan was to hide here first, waiting for the Umbrella Man to go berserk, and then he would pierce the assassin's chest with a flying sword if he was given the slightest chance. If you really think that he is seriously injured at this time and can be bullied, then it is very wrong. On the path of cultivation to this day, the most he has done is to do the following.

After all, the pseudo-bamboo basket killed the Great Zhen Dao, and few people would believe it if they really wanted to say it.

Just as Zhuge Chen watched the rain wash away the blood, getting lighter and lighter, in the courtyard behind him, a girl pushed the door and walked out. The girl first looked at him in horror, and then hurried into the house.

Zhuge Chen smiled bitterly, indeed with his current appearance, it was normal for a girl to avoid him in a cold manner. It's just that I didn't expect that one day, I would end up in such a field after rebuilding my cultivation path.

But after a few breaths, the girl walked out with an umbrella, holding the umbrella on top of the white cloth's head. Zhuge Chen only felt a warm current surging into his heart, and he didn't know what to say for a while. This is really difficult for him to have sharp teeth.

After a while, Zhuge Chen asked, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

The girl shook her head lightly and pointed to her mouth, as if to signal that she was mute and speechless.

"Thank you. Zhuge Chen said softly: "But I can't stay here for too long, I'll take the umbrella first, and I'll return it when the time comes." ”

He thought very simply, the dumb girl was so kind, if she affected the other party, she would be a heinous brute.

Zhuge Chen said, stood up with difficulty, and sent the mute girl back to the house. So he took the oil-paper umbrella and walked out of the alley.

He reached out and took a handful of rainwater, greedily put it in his mouth, and then his figure flashed away. At that moment, he noticed the location of the umbrella holder. Now go forward, not only win or lose, but also life and death!

In the rain, the white clothes hold an umbrella, and the umbrella is also white. And the person who came on, holding an oil-paper umbrella, looked at Zhuge Chen playfully, and in front of him, stood a dumb girl at a loss.

Zhuge Chen subconsciously frowned, and said angrily: "You dare?!"