Bao BuTong stood quietly like a spectator. Duan Yanqing met the two shadow assassins alone. Zhong Wanchou was holding a big sword and was stared at coldly by the two shadow assassins. For a moment, he did not dare to move rashly.
"Master Zhong Gu, I wonder why you kidnapped my young master? If you have something to ask of my young master, with the relationship between our families, you don't have to go to such trouble."
Bao BuTong stood with his hands behind his back, an intriguing smile always on his face.
Zhong Wanchou didn't expect that things would turn out like this. Even Duan Yanqing, who was highly skilled in martial arts, would be entangled by two black-clothed assassins. He glanced at the two black-clothed assassins next to him again. Looking at the different bags in front of him, he knew that it would be impossible to take Murong Fu's son away today.
Thinking of this, he suddenly put the knife on Murong Chengze's neck, took out a pill and forced him to drink it.
Bao BuTong's expression suddenly changed, and when he was about to take action, Zhong Wanchou thrust the blade into Murong Chengze's neck, scaring him so much that he dared not move rashly, and murderous intent suddenly rose in his eyes. ?.?????.ℂ??
He thought that Zhong Wanchou had been persuaded by him, but he didn't expect that the other party would be so crazy. He knew that the situation was wrong and still acted like a monster. This really surprised him.
If the young father-in-law was really injured because of his own carelessness, then Bao BuTong would really have no choice but to die.
Zhong Wanchou laughed and said: "Hahaha, don't waste your efforts. There is only one antidote for this heart-breaking pill in the world. If you don't take the antidote within half a month, your Murong family will wait to give it to this person." Let’s collect the bodies, boy!”
"you wanna die!"
Bao BuTong was furious in an instant. With his martial arts, it was not difficult to save Murong Chengze before Zhong Wanchou took action. If he hadn't considered Zhong Ling, how would he have wasted his words to persuade him?
He never thought that his good intentions would actually cause the young master to be poisoned. Now he even thought about scratching Zhong Wanchou alive, and immediately rushed forward.
Since Zhong Wanchou had given Murong Chengze the poison, he naturally did not dare to kill him again and wanted to force Bao BuTong back with a knife.
Bao BuTong had diligently practiced the martial arts taught by Murong Fu in the Shadow Tower over the years, and his current skills were no longer what they used to be. Facing Zhong Wanchu's large ring sword, he just stretched out two fingers and gently clamped it, without waiting. The other party was surprised, so he used the Nine Yin Divine Claw again to crush his shoulder bone and rescued Murong Chengze.
Upon seeing this, the other two shadow assassins immediately stepped forward to seal Zhong Wanchou's acupuncture points and forced him to kneel to the ground.
"My young father-in-law, are you okay?"
Bao BuTong unlocked Murong Chengze's acupuncture points and placed his palms on the Lingtai acupoint on his vest, trying to force out the poison.
Murong Chengze's face turned pale and he said: "Uncle Bao, no need. This poison has flowed into my heart. I'm afraid only dad and master can do something about it."
When Bao BuTong heard this, his face was no longer as calm as before, and his eyes were full of fear. He knelt down and said, "I'm too late to save you. If the young master is even slightly injured, I have no choice but to die." Apologize!"
Murong Chengze helped him up and said with a faint smile: "Uncle Bao, you don't have to be like this. You should first listen to Master Zhong Gu before he is willing to give out the antidote!"
Bao BuTong felt ashamed, and then said with a gloomy face: "What the young master said is that I must ask Zhong to come up with the antidote today."
He turned around and scolded Zhong Wanchou, who was kneeling on his knees: "Zhong, I, Bao BuTong, want to talk to you for the sake of your daughter. How dare you harm the young master? If we can't get the antidote today, I promise you that even if you try to atone for your sins with death in the future, you will not be able to live or die!"
Back then, he made a big mistake and was left in Bianjing. He himself had never dared to see the young master. Now if something happened to the young master because of him, he would be the eternal sinner of the Murong family.
Zhong Wanchu sneered again and again: "Hey, hey, you don't have to scare me anymore. I can't bear to give up my life after making it this far."
Bao BuTong was furious and was about to press him again when Murong Chengze on the side took the lead and said, "I wonder how Master Zhong is willing to get the antidote? Aunt Zhong has always been kind to me. You are her father. If anything happens, You can just say it bluntly, why did it get to this point?"
Fortunately, Duan Yanqing and Zhong Wanchou only harmed themselves and did not hurt Xiaoqi's mother, otherwise Murong Chengze would not have been able to talk to each other in a nice manner.
In addition, Zhong Ling and Ah Zi were close and they often took him to play together when they were young. He didn't want to make the relationship stalemate.
Hearing Murong Chengze mention Zhong Ling, the anger in Zhong Wanchou's eyes faded a lot, he snorted and said: "This matter is not difficult for your father, I'm just afraid that he won't want to do it, otherwise I will also I won’t do anything like this.”
"Please let Master Zhong Gu make it clear!"
Murong Chengze frowned slightly, thinking that there are really not many things that my father can't do in this world. If there are things that he doesn't want to do, then I'm afraid it will be really difficult.
Zhong Wanchou seemed to have thought of something, and a cruel smile flashed across his face: "I want him to help me kill this thief Duan Zhengchun!"
"The hatred for seizing your wife is irreconcilable!"
Zhong Wanchou looked excited and almost roared.
"Duan Zhengchun?"
Murong Chengze looked at Bao BuTong in confusion.
Bao BuTong said hurriedly: "It is Miss Mu and... He Zhong's biological father, King Zhennan of Dali Kingdom."
Then, he briefly described the grievances and hatreds between Zhong Wanchou, Duan Zhengchun and Gan Baobao.
Because Shadow Tower specializes in collecting intelligence, and these three people are related to Zhong Ling, Bao BuTong also deliberately investigated.
Murong Chengze was even more puzzled when he heard that this matter was related to Aunt Wanqing, because he had never heard the other party mention his parents.
Mu Wanqing had always felt resentful about Duan Zhengchun abandoning her and her mother. Now that she was living with Murong Fu, she would not take the initiative to bring up the sad events of that year.
"Master Zhong Gu, how could my father do such a rebellious thing? Why don't you make a different request!"
Murong Chengze knew his father's temper very well. No matter how rebellious his Murong family was, he would not be so ridiculous as to go and kill his father-in-law.
Zhong Wanchou had expected it and sneered: "Then it depends on whether he, the father-in-law, is more important, or you, the son, are more important, otherwise you will kill me. Since the baby followed that thief named Duan, I don't want to If we survive, the worst we can do is die together."
When Bao BuTong heard this, he was immediately furious. Fortunately, Murong Chengze was still calm. He pointed at Duan Yanqing, who was struggling to deal with it, and asked, "What's going on with this guy?"
Zhong Wanchou said: "I knew that I could not get rid of the guards of your Murong family, so I went to invite this person to help me. I thought I had a chance to win, but I didn't know that your Murong family... huh, you hid it so deeply."
Hearing this, Bao BuTong had roughly sorted out the cause and effect. It seemed that Duan Yanqing also planned to take revenge on the Duan family in Dali, so when Zhong Wanchou found him, he wanted to use this method to plot against Duan Zhengchun first, and then achieve something of his own. kind of purpose.
