"You wait!" Mu Ke'er snorted, her hands already tightly gripping Shen Zhuoyu's arms.

Shen Zhuoyu shook her hand, but she hung more and more tightly, and half of her body hung on Shen Zhuoyu's arm.

Shen Zhuoyu was helpless, sighed and said: "Mu Ke'er, I don't care how you found me, now I'm leaving, if you are entangled again, I will only have to do it." ”

Mu Ke'er snorted: "When I was in Hongcheng, the slave family let you run away if I was not careful, and now it is hard to catch up with you, how can I let you go easily." Besides, although the slave family is not good at martial arts, they think they are still a little useful, and whatever you want to do, the slave family can help......"

"Help?" When Shen Zhuoyu heard this, he was really angry, "You use absolute divine dispersion on me, is this a help?"

Mu Ke'er covered her mouth and smiled: "The slave family doesn't need any tricks, I'm afraid that as soon as you open your eyes, you will run away, and the slave family will not even have a chance to speak, so how can you help......

When she spoke, she was angry, and if she were another man, she would have been numb all over her body, but Shen Zhuoyu had been with her for a long time, and she had long been invulnerable, and her face was always flat, which made Mu Ke'er so discouraged.

After a stalemate, Mu Ke'er's hand was slightly relaxed, Shen Zhuoyu suddenly pulled out his arm, took a big step, and rushed to the door, and when Mu Ke'er reacted, he had already stepped on one foot outside the door.

Mu Ke'er's face was pale, and she exclaimed urgently: "Are you here to find someone!?"

When Shen Zhuoyu heard this, he suddenly stopped and turned around slowly, "How do you know?"

Mu Ke'er smiled proudly: "What you are looking for is a cripple, an old man?"

Shen Zhuoyu frowned slightly. walked back quickly, glaring at Mu Ke'er. Asked again, "How do you know?"

Mu Ke'er turned her face away and smiled mysteriously: "The slave family just knows." Unexpectedly, Shen Zhuoyu suddenly clasped her wrist. "Tell me, do you know anything!" and her five fingers were like iron hoops, making her wrists hurt.

"You let go, it's hurting the slave!" Mu Ke'er couldn't break free, her beautiful eyes were full of tears, Shen Zhuoyu realized that she was too eager to lose her temper, let go of her five fingers, took a step back, and said softly: "I'm sorry." I was worried, so ......"

Mu Ke'er turned his back and chuckled: "Forget it, the slave family doesn't care about you, in fact, the slave family is also guessing, and now the whole city is talking about this matter, saying that there is a cripple and an old man who assassinated the Holy Father, and the old man was caught by the Holy Father on the spot, and he will be beheaded on the city tomorrow to show the public." ”

"Behead the public!?" Shen Zhuoyu's heart was shocked: "It seems." The person who was captured by Fang La was Divine Doctor Jia, and the old thief Fang actually wanted to kill Divine Doctor Jia, isn't this a deception to destroy the ancestors...... However, how did the injured old thief resist the catastrophe. What about Doctor Jia and Brother Hu?"

He forced himself to calm his mind and thought about the strange part: if Fang La really wanted to kill Divine Doctor Jia, he could kill him casually. And why go to great lengths to behead the people at the head of the city...... Don't...... Is it to lure Brother Hu to save people?

Come to mind. He immediately calmed down, if Fang La's purpose was to lure out Hu Buchuan. Then at least until tomorrow, Doctor Jia should be safe.

Seeing that his face changed several times and thoughtfully, Mu Ke'er couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said, "You attacked the branch altar of the Divine Sect in the past, and I think you also have a grudge against the Divine Sect, so those two people who assassinated the Holy Father and you are accomplices?"

Shen Zhuoyu didn't hide it, nodded and said: "I don't have a big enmity with the Divine Sect, when I attacked the Divine Sect, most of them couldn't see what they did, but the Holy Father in your mouth, I have to kill it." As for the two assassins, if I'm not mistaken, they should be my friends......" He looked at Mu Ke'er and said solemnly, "Do you know the specific time of the beheading?"

"Tomorrow afternoon. Mu Ke'er's face changed slightly, "What, you're going to save people, the slave family has to remind you that it can't be successful." ”

"...... at noon" Shen Zhuoyu didn't seem to hear Mu Ke'er's warning, and said to himself: "In such a short time, if you want to find Brother Hu first, I'm afraid you can't ...... In that case, you'll have to rely on yourself first......"

When Mu Ke'er heard what he meant, it seemed that he still wanted to save people, and he couldn't help but hurriedly say: "Are you deaf! Who is the Holy Father, and how can he let you save people under his nose? If you go like this, it is no different from sending them to death!"

"Why not, there is nothing impossible in the world, if I tell you, if it weren't for the help of a senior, I, Shen Zhuoyu, would still be a waste person with all the meridians all over my body, and I would even be a dumb person, and I would be ridiculed by the world. Shen Zhuoyu stared at Mu Ke'er's eyes very seriously.

Mu Ke'er was slightly stunned, "Dumb, dumb...... This...... How is this possible?"

"How could it be!" Shen Zhuoyu was a little emotional, "If I tell you again, that senior who helped me will be beheaded tomorrow for public display, Miss Mu, do you say, do I still want to save him?"

After hearing this, Mu Ke'er was so shocked that she couldn't speak, and after a long time, Zhengse said: "Okay, if you want to go, let the slave family help you!"

"You ......" Shen Zhuoyu didn't expect that after learning the truth, Mu Ke'er was still willing to help him, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

The two looked at each other silently, for a long time, and stood still.

The sky turned white, and when the first rays of morning light shone into Hangzhou, the soldiers on duty at night finally stretched their waists and went back to the camp to rest. With the war looming, the streets are sparsely populated with pedestrians and even fewer vendors. At this time, unless forced by livelihood, people prefer to hide at home, so as not to harm the fish in the pond during the chaos.

Winter is not gone, spring is coming, although the weather is no longer cold, but still cold. It wasn't until midday that the sunny sun brought a little warmth.

Under the city tower, a fruit and vegetable vendor saw that the business was bleak, and he couldn't help but be discouraged, and was about to pack up his things and go back early, when he suddenly heard the neighing of horses in the distance, and then saw hundreds of tall horses, carrying hundreds of ironclad knights, galloping in a strict formation.

As they approached the city wall, the horsemen dispersed and drove away the nearby pedestrians, and then the riders dismounted and lined up in two columns on both sides of the avenue. The passers-by did not know why, and they inevitably panicked, and they did not know who was the first to remember that a bold assassin was going to be executed on the city wall today. After he reminded them, everyone suddenly realized why these people came.

Sure enough, there was another group of ironclad infantry in the distance, although the speed was slow, but there was a fierce aura of slaughter. The infantry unsheathed their swords and hugged a huge prison cart, and the black cages were made of dark iron, which was intimidating. Before the infantry, several men hung their horses, their momentum was extraordinary, especially the people in the front, their burly bodies were covered with gold armor, extremely luxurious, shining, and a pair of eyes were terrifying, even if they were far away, people did not dare to look at each other.

The passers-by recognized that the person was the Holy Father Fang La, and immediately fell silent, for fear of colliding with the Holy Driver.

When the people heard of the appearance of the Holy Father, they immediately poured in from all directions, and the streets, which had been quite deserted just a moment ago, were soon filled with crowds. The crowd pushed, but fortunately, the previous ironclad cavalry maintained order and set aside a two-zhang wide avenue in the middle.

When the procession approached, the people looked at the prisoner's cart, and saw an old man with a white beard sitting in a cage, presumably the assassin. Strangely, although the old man was old, his complexion was surprisingly ruddy, even a sickly scarlet. The old man seemed to be asleep, his eyes never opened, and the spectators became more and more curious, and they all wondered: How could such a dying old man do such a great thing as assassinating the Holy Father......?