...
run!
Run!
The medicine boy in black looked at the four silver needles at his heart and shouted desperately in his heart. The wind blew under his feet, and his figure kept flying past, gradually disappearing from Zhao Wujiang's sight.
Zhao Wujiang did not pursue him. After all, he was weak in martial arts and lacked skills such as flying over cliffs and walking over walls.
If he hadn't practiced the magical power of indestructible diamond, I'm afraid he would be the one who suffered today.
He just watched indifferently as the medicine boy in black disappeared from sight and slowly walked towards the first assassin he attacked.
The first assassin's breath was weak, but he was still alive. He was panting slightly at this moment. Zhao Wujiang walked up to him, turned the long knife in his hand, and pierced his head. The blade penetrated directly from the left temple to the other end. .
Zhao Wujiang turned the handle of the knife with an expressionless face, and the sound of churning of flesh and brain was heard. He gently pulled out the long knife and threw them to the ground.
The director of the Taiyuan Hospital sent people to kill me. Is he jumping over the wall in a hurry?
He took out his silk scarf and slowly wiped the blood stains on his robe, then glanced back in the direction of the Taiyuan Hospital, his eyes twinkling.
...
Too hospital, the president's secret room.
Sun Yiku was boiling the soup, and he absentmindedly fanned the fan in his hand.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open suddenly, and the medicine boy in black broke in.
"Dean! Failed!"
The medicine boy in black was still frightened and kept looking back, fearing that Zhao Wujiang would catch up.
"What?" Sun Yiku was shocked: "Is there anyone who can protect him?"
"No... no, Zhao Wujiang is too strong. He killed our men cleanly in just two breaths..." The black-clothed medicine boy's body was still trembling, and he felt himself getting more and more flustered.
"Impossible." Sun Yiku couldn't believe it:
"How could he have such high martial arts skills? Impossible."
The medicine boy in black covered his chest, his face getting paler:
"Dean, I..."
"boom!"
His heart suddenly exploded, and a cloud of blood mist rose in front of him. Before he could finish speaking, he fell to the ground.
"咻咻咻咻..."
The silver needle in his heart shot out with great energy. The hospital director's pupils trembled. He tried to avoid it, but it was too late.
Sun Yiku was covered in martial arts energy to protect his body. The silver needles whizzed and flew, but they still pierced the energy all over his body and sank into his flesh and blood.
"ah..."
Sun Yiku roared in pain, and severe pain swept through his body, making him tremble continuously.
A trace of fear slowly arose in his heart. He didn't dare to think about what would happen to him if these four silver needles were shot into his heart at the beginning. I'm afraid he would die as suddenly as the drug boy.
Fortunately, the energy of the silver needle that had penetrated his flesh and blood had dissipated a lot, and he was only slightly injured now.
But even so, he couldn't suppress the trembling in his heart at this moment.
Zhao Wujiang cannot move around easily. He is too hidden. How could he have such martial arts cultivation?
Sun Yi slumped back on the chair, endured the pain and slowly pulled out the silver needle, feeling overwhelmed with emotion.
...
The Hall of Nourishing Heart.
Zhao Wujiang returned to the palace, and the empress had returned from processing the memorial.
"Your Majesty, I was almost tricked to death by Chen Anbang today!" Zhao Wujiang expressed his bitterness.
The empress sat on a wooden chair, holding an ancient book in her hand, and glanced at Zhao Wujiang lightly:
"I will investigate Chen Anbang carefully."
"By the way, I also met an assassin!" Zhao Wujiang rolled his eyes:
"If it weren't for my good fortune, I might not even be able to see you."
"What, you met an assassin? Where?" The empress put down the ancient book, stood up suddenly, walked quickly to Zhao Wujiang, and looked at Zhao Wujiang:
"You're not hurt, are you?"
Seeing the worried look on the empress's face, Zhao Wujiang pulled up a corner of his clothes, pointed at the faint blood stains on it, and said:
“Look, the blood hasn’t dried yet.
At that time, the assassin slashed at me with a knife, but I tried my best to avoid it.
Then several more assassins came one after another. I had nowhere to escape and thought I was dead. "
The empress's pupils gradually widened.
"But at the critical moment, I suddenly thought of you, Your Majesty." Zhao Wujiang looked solemn:
"As soon as I thought, if I die, who will protect you? I burst out with my potential and fight for my life against the assassin.
That is to say, I am lucky enough to escape death and come back to see you.
You don’t know what kind of swords and swords and bloody winds there were at that time. The scene was like a battlefield, with blood and fire surging, wailing and screaming, and the sound of crossbows..."
The empress was moved, but the more she listened, the more wrong she became. She looked strange. She carefully opened Zhao Wujiang's clothes and checked, and found that there were no wounds at all.
"Whether what you said is true or false."
Zhao Wujiang's face turned red and his heart stopped beating, "The assassin is real, but the injury is fake."
Xuanyuan Jing rolled his eyes at him, not caring about the crime of deceiving the emperor, but at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief.
If Zhao Wujiang was really injured, she might be sad.
But why does Zhao Wujiang look aggrieved?
Xuanyuan Jing said helplessly: "First there is Chen Anbang, and then there is the assassin. You have indeed suffered."
"Your Majesty has misunderstood, and you also know that I am not staying with you for the Emperor's heartache." Zhao Wujiang said seriously: "But for something practical."
Xuanyuan Jing's beautiful face twitched, "...Do you want to compensate?"
"Yes." Zhao Wujiang replied simply:
"I found that there are some things that are not convenient for you to come forward. I am thinking of forming a force outside to do things that are not convenient for ordinary people.
I want a big house outside Miyagi Castle to serve as a foundation for the future. "
The empress had a majestic look on her face. She looked directly into Zhao Wujiang's eyes, pondered for a while, nodded and said:
"Okay! I will reward you with a big house. Jia Ersan is here. I will follow you from now on and protect you."
"So refreshing?"
Xuanyuan Jing snorted softly, "In your eyes, am I a stingy person?"
"No, the emperor is very big. Thank you, Your Majesty."
Zhao Wujiang cupped his fists:
"This slave is willing to serve you in the harem. He has experienced hundreds of battles and will not hesitate to do anything!"
