This is a place of right and wrong, leave as soon as possible.
Of course Lu Yuan understands this.
But how to leave is the question.
"How to leave?" Lu Yuan looked at Zhao Jing and asked: "The Holy One sent me here, my duty is here, how can I leave without permission?"
This is what worries Lu Yuan.
Ning Huan originally had a headache, but now that Ning Huan has been dealt with, she originally thought that she could safely perform her duties and leave. Who would have thought that another bomb was suddenly dropped next to her, how could Lu Yuan not be flustered and angry.
He also knows that this is a place of right and wrong and should leave as soon as possible.
But how to leave? He was sent here by a saint. How could he leave without fulfilling his duties?
"Of course this is very troublesome." Zhao Jing looked at Lu Yuan and smiled: "But, it's not that troublesome."
"Lord Lu is here for Beehive and for Luo Jiao. Now Luo Jiao Supreme Elder Ning Huan has conferred the title. This is already a great achievement. As for Beehive, as long as we negotiate the terms of cooperation and Beehive makes concessions, your Excellency will do the same." If you perform meritorious deeds, you can naturally return in triumph, as long as you are rewarded based on your merits."
"Don't wait until the court sends people down to deal with the matter of Taoist Qingyun and Monk Jiu. At that time, the yellow mud will fall off your crotch, and it will be shit if it's not shit."
Lu Yuan remained silent.
This is what he fears most.
Because the news of the death of Taoist Qingyun and Monk Jiu was artificially delayed for twenty days before it spread, the prisoner who should have escaped must have escaped long ago, and the evidence that should be erased must have been almost erased. It would be good if the murderer could be found. If you can't find one, you'll have to find a scapegoat.
He is in Luo City, and he was almost here when the two Dongchang Qianhu died. It must be considered his responsibility. Besides, he is from Dongchang, and he will definitely take out his anger on himself as a Jinyiwei. .
And really, it is very likely that Yuan Chong, the eunuch of Dongchang's palm, will arrive in Luo City in person. At that time, there may really be a bloody storm in Luo City.
So he was silent for a moment, and finally looked at Zhao Jing and spoke.
"Please sir, save me."
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Zhao Jing didn't save Lu Yuan, so he didn't know. Anyway, in the Xiaohun Inn, Fang Bie's right hand was still wrapped like a rice dumpling.
Although he received the most timely treatment, the boy still could not recover as before.
The remaining poison in his right hand has not been cleared away, but the spread has been temporarily restrained. What follows is a long period of hard work, removing the poison and changing the dressing, as well as using energy and regulating the breath to exorcise the poison.
It can only be said that the Three Five Divine Skills are indeed exquisite, otherwise Fang Bu wouldn't have been able to last that long, let alone save his life from the compound poison.
In front of Fang Bie, a snow-white dove was falling, and was then held in He Ping's hand.
"Sister Ping, you're a bit wasteful." Fang Bie lay on the bed and watched the woman in green clothes take off the copper pipe from the pigeon, and then skillfully sprinkled a handful of millet.
"Why was it wasted?" He Ping looked back at Fang Bie: "If you had let me take action from the beginning, I wouldn't have been injured like this."
"Tch." Fang Bie said, "That's Ning Huan, okay. Is it embarrassing for me to kill Ning Huan with half my hand?"
"Sister Ping, you took action." When Fang Bie said this, his voice paused: "I believe you can kill Ning Huan, what next?"
Fang Bie said and shook his right hand wrapped into a rice dumpling: "Is this all you pay?"
"Ning Huan is not dead." He Ping said calmly.
Fang Bieqie said: "I know it too."
"But Ning Huan's body is still valuable, right?" Fang Bie looked at He Ping and knocked on the wooden box beside the bed, making a dull sound: "Is this the result?"
Inside the box is a head.
Ning Huan's head.
In this world, only Fang Bie and Xue Ling knew that Ning Huan's head was here.
But now only one head remains.
"I'm not sure under what circumstances he will die." He Ping said lightly: "But I know that with only one head left, he will definitely not survive."
"So the rest just melted?" Fang Bie sighed: "Please, that's Ning Huan."
"Teacher Ning Huan."
"Ning Huan, who is endowed with great compassion by the yin and yang of heaven and earth."
"Yes, Ning Huan." He Ping nodded: "But do you dare to let him live?"
He Ping asked Fang Farewell.
"So I'm going to cut him into two pieces." Fang Bie said confidently.
This was Fang Bie's original plan.
Cutting Ning Huan in half would, on the one hand, ensure that Ning Huan would not be reincarnated in the dirt, and on the other hand, Ning Huan's body would be of great value.
As Fang Bie said many times, this is Ning Huan, who has practiced the Great Compassion of Heaven and Earth, Yin and Yang, and can use his body to write many articles and conduct a lot of research.
Of course, Ning Huan was more valuable alive, which was why Lu Yuan took the risk that night and took away Ning Huan's body.
He Ping has also identified it - Ning Huan was not dead at that time, and if he was taken away, he could really be saved.
Now that Ning Huan only has one head left, he really can't afford to make any waves.
"It's not worth much." He Ping shook her head and said, "He doesn't have the secret book of the Great Compassion Fu."
"He has practiced to this level, so of course he doesn't need to carry the secret book with him." Fang Bie shook his head and said: "Maybe the secret book of Dabei Fu was not in his hands originally. At most, he finally borrowed a copy and kept it all. It must have been ruined after the memorization meeting."
"So you want to practice?" He Ping looked at Fang Bie and asked.
"I think so, of course I do." Fang Bie nodded, then looked at He Ping and corrected himself: "I don't necessarily want to practice, because I might not be able to practice, but I really want to see it. Ning Huan does have a lot of looks in the battle. A very powerful method.”
If Ning Huan hadn't been dizzy by his twenty-nine consecutive sword cuts, he might have had more powerful methods.
"Were you really sure you could kill him at that time?" He Ping asked.
"There is no 100% certainty in this world." Fang Bie said quietly. The boy's right hand wrapped into a rice dumpling was the best proof.
"It was the best prerequisite to kill him at that time."
"He had a battle with Shang Jiuge. In order to kill Shang Jiuge and avoid future troubles, he almost used his last trump card."
"I then shot him seven times with Ashina's swordsmanship. Although he was able to block all seven shots with his bone-corroding sword, I would call him Ning Huan the strongest in the world when he used his sword to sharpen bullets."
"But he was really afraid, turned around and ran away, even leaving his eldest disciple Ning Tian behind."
"Next, on the tower of Luo City, I screamed to notify Sister Ping outside to intercept him. At the same time, I fired again while he was gliding in the air, so that he could no longer escape and could only fight me head-on."
"At that time, Ning Huan only had 80% of his peak strength at most."
"If I still can't fight in this situation, or I dare not fight, then I really won't seize the opportunity."
Saying this, Fang Bu sighed: "However, he actually took my twenty-nine swords."
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