Chapter 55: The three tribes of Yi, Qi has the power to control Chi
When Zhao Ding returned to his yard.
The sound of fighting in the yard has stopped.
Zhang San stepped on an assassin wearing black night clothes and looked at the assassin coldly.
Saw Zhao Ding arriving.
Zhang San quickly knocked the assassin unconscious with a knife.
In addition to Zhang San, Niu Budou and others had also brought several guards from Prince Yan's Palace to tie up the assassins one by one.
He looked at Zhao Ding respectfully, cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty."
"Um."
Zhao Ding nodded.
He looked at Niu Budou and asked, "Can you tell me who can do it?"
"They were very tough-talking and didn't say a word."
Niu Budou shook his head.
These people are obviously well-trained death warriors.
Even if they are caught, no one wants to say anything.
"Get the knife!"
Zhao Ding did not speak, but shouted to a guard behind Niu Budou.
The guard quickly handed over the bloody sword in his hand.
Zhao Ding took the long knife without saying a word, walked straight towards one of the assassins, and raised the assassin's chin with the edge of the knife: "Tell me, who sent you here, and how did you sneak into my Prince Yan's Mansion?" ?”
Prince Yan's Mansion is heavily guarded.
It's Zhao Ding's base camp again.
It has always been the place where Zhao Ding's business is most stable.
"Pooh!"
The assassin opened his mouth to spit at Zhao Ding, but before he could spit it out, Niu Budou punched the assassin in the stomach.
Bang.
Under the severe pain, the assassin immediately curled up subconsciously.
Niu Budou stepped forward with a fierce expression and slapped the assassin's hair, causing the assassin's face to lift up again: "Whatever the prince asks you, just say it.
Are you looking for death? "
After saying that, he punched the assassin in the stomach again.
A trace of blood immediately flowed down the corner of the assassin's mouth.
But even so, the assassin still had a arrogant look on his face, and looked at Niu Budou with disdain: "Didn't you eat?"
"Ah."
Niu Budou immediately laughed and raised his hand to punch him again.
But he was stopped by Zhao Ding.
Zhao Ding looked at the assassin with a smile and said, "He's a man, okay."
Pooh!
The assassin opened his mouth again and spit out spit mixed with blood.
This time Zhao Ding did not dodge, and let the blood spray on his face. He just quietly took out a brocade cloth from his sleeve and wiped it over. He still looked at the assassin with a smile: "I just like men."
But his eyes were extremely cold.
Seeing this scene, Niu Budou trembled all over, looked at Zhao Ding subconsciously, and shouted softly: "Your Majesty."
Zhao Ding waved his hand and said, "It's okay."
Then he directly moved a stool and sat opposite the assassin, still looking at the assassin with a smile: "Let's talk?"
While speaking, the saber in his hand suddenly thrust directly into the assassin's foot.
Then he smiled and twisted the handle of the knife, "I just like men."
"ah!"
A shrill scream sounded instantly.
Caught off guard and in severe pain, the assassin couldn't help shouting miserably.
Zhao Ding still looked at the assassin with a smile: "Aren't you a man? What are you calling?"
Then, the long knife in his hand was suddenly pulled out, and then dropped again.
A loud sound!
The sound of the sword touching the ground was heard.
The assassin's soles were instantly pierced.
A pain that was even more intense than before suddenly hit him.
Under this severe pain.
The assassin couldn't help shouting sadly.
But not before he could shout.
Zhao Ding covered his mouth, still looked at the assassin with a smile, and joked: "A man can't scream."
After saying that, he raised the knife and dropped it.
The knife struck directly on the assassin's other foot.
The sharp blade flashed.
Flying out instantly.
Blood gushed out from the assassin's broken foot like a spring, and almost instantly the whole room was filled with a bloody aura.
"I said......"
Under severe pain.
The assassin who had been quite tough before suddenly endured the severe pain and looked at Zhao Ding stammeringly.
Zhao Ding shook his head: "No, you don't want to say it."
The words fell.
Another knife struck the assassin's other foot.
But this time, Zhao Dingxue was smart and did not cut off the assassin's feet directly like before, but left half of the blade stuck in the assassin's bones.
It was like a saw rubbing repeatedly inside the assassin's bones bit by bit.
Pain that comes from deep in the bone marrow.
Almost instantly, the assassin couldn't help but scream miserably again.
Even though two guards were forcibly holding him down, his figure still couldn't stop trembling, and the eyes looking at Zhao Ding were full of unprecedented fear.
"Kill me, please kill me."
The assassin looked at Zhao Ding like a madman.
There were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
His eyes were even more horrified.
"No, you are a man. I said I won't kill you."
Zhao Ding still smiled and shook his head.
Then he slowly took out a prismatic thorn from his sleeve. The short and sharp barbs made up for the four prismatic jumps of the prismatic thorn.
Watching Zhao Ding take out this prismatic awl.
At this moment, I couldn't help but swallow another mouthful of saliva.
In his frightened eyes, Zhao Ding held the thorn, which was no bigger than a palm, and pressed it in little by little along the assassin's wound.
As the prismatic thorn pressed into the assassin's flesh little by little.
The assassin's body twitched violently as if he had been electrocuted, and he kept rolling his eyes. The pale white eyeballs almost completely occupied his eye sockets.
While twisting the prismatic thorn, Zhao Ding turned his head to look at the other assassins present with a smile, and asked with a smile: "Is there anyone else who is a man? Come on, I like men best."
Listening to Zhao Ding's words, all the assassins present swallowed again subconsciously.
Looking at Zhao Ding again, there was an unprecedented fear in his eyes.
"We are from Nanchen, Qi has the right to send us here."
One of the assassins immediately stammered and looked at Zhao Ding.
"asshole!"
Niu Budou cursed with a gloomy expression, looking at Zhao Ding with unprecedented anger in his eyes.
Qi Quanquan is one of the internal managers of the Yan Palace.
Although he is not as close to Zhao Ding as Niu Budou, Hu San, and Zhang San, his status in Prince Yan's palace is not low, especially he has always had a good relationship with Niu Budou.
We often get together on weekdays.
At this moment, a shrill cry suddenly came from outside.
A middle-aged man in brocade clothes stumbled in, crying and hugging Zhao Ding's thigh: "Your Majesty, I'm just obsessed with money. I don't really want to betray you, please forgive me."
Zhao Ding did not speak, but raised his head and looked at Niu Budou: "How do you think we should deal with it?"
Looking at Zhao Ding's calm eyes, Niu Budou trembled and quickly bowed and said in a cold voice: "The three Yi tribes have the right to Ling Chi!"
