Lord of Time!

Chapter 73 On the List, Desperate to Kill
Zhuang Hongyi left the prefect with a trace of cruelty on the corner of his mouth.

'Since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous. '

The experience last night was really unforgettable.

Since joining Qisetang, he has been working hard for his master, has been loyal and has done many great things secretly.

However, when the end came to an end, he told himself that he would cut off all the actions in the past.

Then deal with the follow-up and don't contact me any more.

After she entered the city, her first thought was not to go to Wu Tongzhi's mansion...

Halfway through, someone passed by and passed on a word.

"The dragon is about to return to its nest, and the master wants to cut off all connections... Hurry up and wrap things up, and run away as far away as possible."

Naturally, she recognized this person, he was a powerful confidant by the master's side.

If it wasn't for the fact that he had done a great favor to the other party, he probably wouldn't have taken the risk to come out and remind himself.

'That's right, all the shady things I've done have been publicized by the damn list...it's ridiculous.Is this employing people to move forward and hide all birds? '

Zhuang Hongyi felt ruthless in his heart, thinking, if he is having a hard time, then let everyone have a hard time.

Thinking of that boy last night, with those eyes like eagles and wolves, she felt cold all over her body.

He felt a sharp blade hanging above his head, ready to fall at any moment.

This feeling has not appeared for many years.

She no longer remembers.

However, the experience of surviving a near-death told me.

It's not over yet...

The other party will come to your door sooner or later, how can you save yourself then?

"Three hundred and five in the Qianlong list, with such potential, such a heart, and being targeted by him, how can I escape?" '

As Zhuang Hongyi walked, she felt a little desolate in her heart... She groaned secretly for a while, then turned her head and entered the Wu residence.

She knew that although the magistrate of Xingqing Mansion was known as clean and honest, being able to take care of all affairs of Xingqing Mansion after the previous magistrate left office proved that he had a good reputation.

However, behind this person, there is still a secret.

Absolutely no one knew about this news, but Wu Shilong, son of the Wu family, is a greedy... lustful.

After one day of drunkenness, she was reckless and careless in her words, and she overheard the secret.

Know what this family is thinking.

At this time, I just came to the door and presented a painting and a message.

Are you afraid that Tian Qi will not die?

……

After coming out of the Wu Mansion, Zhuang Hongyi felt relieved, and felt that the pain in his broken arm and heart seemed to have eased a little.

She hurried to her own mansion, took the medicine, changed her clothes, touched up her makeup, and regained her glamorous and seductive look.

A young scholar begged to see him outside the door.

Zhuang Hongyi didn't expect to miss it.

After thinking about it, he came in again.

"Mr. Tan, you came to look for a concubine again so early, but Miss Qingya didn't serve you very well last night?"

Zhuang Hongyi said lightly.

If you don't pay attention, you can't really tell that her breath is slightly weak.

"No matter how good it is, there is no girl in red who is so noble and attractive."

The scholar in Huafu said excitedly.

"Really?" Zhuang Hongyi chuckled, and said again: "That day in the Emerald Pavilion, when I went to look for Miss Xinyue, did the person I saw really have a moon-shaped birthmark between his eyebrows?"

"Tan is willing to guarantee with his life that there will be no mistakes in this matter.

The girl was writing a piece of music that day, and the civet cat raised by Xinyue knocked over the ink cartridge, splashing ink on her face...

When she was cleaning, I secretly saw that the moon tire marks were very clear. "

Speaking of this, the scholar surnamed Tan showed an indescribable fascination.

Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.

'This is lust...a hungry ghost. '

Zhuang Hongyi shook his head secretly.

However, it can also be proved from the side how beautiful the girl who draws flowers with black pen is in the eyes of men.

So much so that this guy couldn't help showing a look of embarrassment in front of him.

Such an outstanding appearance, doesn't it just match the girl in my impression.

Who would have thought that the little girl with a body of golden branches and jade leaves would hide among the beggars in the market and make a living by begging.

If this person hadn't seen it by accident, no one would have thought of it.

"So, there is nothing wrong with your drawing?"

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with this picture. This picture was personally visited by Xiaosheng. He kept all the faces and figures of those people in his heart. Xingye hand-painted it and did not tell anyone...

If you don't believe me, Hong Yi, you can go with me, and when you see the girl and the lame man, they must be godlike. "

The scholar surnamed Tan is very proud of his painting skills.

When he was in the academy, even the head of the mountain admired it very much.

As long as you meet people, you can draw both spirit and form, lifelike... It involves your own professional skills, so you can't tolerate others' doubts at this time.

"No need, I've seen that person before."

A trace of bitterness flashed across Zhuang Hongyi's face.

'The cripple...'

"Since that's the case, Tan Lang, I don't want to bother the two masters. I still need your help with one thing. I wonder if you would like to?"

Zhuang Hongyi said softly.

"Tan is willing to die for the girl."

The scholar salivated, hugged Zhuang Hongyi's willow waist, and laughed.

"So good."

Zhuang Hongyi stretched out her uninjured left hand to wrap around the scholar's neck, with five slender fingers resting on the back of the other's neck, arousing her internal strength.

"Crack..."

The scholar stared wide-eyed, his body stiffened, and he fell to the ground slowly.

"In this way, no one will ever find out that this matter is led by me." Zhuang Hongyi let go of his hands and stepped back, looking at the scholar's stern face with a stern look on his face, with a trace of sarcasm hanging from the corner of his mouth.

She took out a white towel and wiped her hands carefully, lowered her eyebrows, and muttered to herself: "My lord, I wonder if your sister can be separated so easily after falling into the hands of the barbarians in the North? Can't withstand the oncoming stormy waves? Hehe..."

Next, it is natural to deal with the last trace of hands.

"It's still a loophole to collect the little girl who has been trained in Mingfengyuan."

Those people have been trained for a long time, and they are a little different from the newly captured women, and they may learn some secrets inadvertently.

A sternness flashed in Zhuang Hongyi's eyes, and his expression became extremely complicated in an instant.

Since she hated her master for being ruthless, she wanted to see him in a state of desperation, but she didn't really want him to be doomed.

This time, in the wind and rain, we may never come back.

Looking back somewhere, Zhuang Hongyi sighed deeply.

I wonder if he still thinks of me occasionally?
……

When she went out again, Zhuang Hongyi had turned into an inconspicuous country sister-in-law.

But he didn't notice that there was a little beggar with a broken arm far behind him, wriggling his nose and following slowly.

……

Chen Ping was looking for the "Blue Bird Mark", turning east and west, passing through five or six streets...

The imprint became more and more scribbled, and the beak arrow became longer and longer.

After chasing to the south of the city near the city wall, on a corner stone, the imprint only drew half a bird...

The bird's beak pointed, and the sound of crying and crying came.

Someone roared loudly.

The red light is dazzling in front of my eyes.

The fire was raging, and black smoke rose into the air.

I saw that the carved wooden tower was slowly collapsing.

When the door opened, some people ran around and fled, and some shouted and fought hard.

A cyan figure rushed forward like a madman, bleeding from his body.

Waving the short thorn in his hand, sharp shadows appeared one after another.

chi chi chi chi...

The strong men in black beside him fell down one by one.

Zuo Duanshou took five steps in a row, killing five people quickly.

He completely ignored that he was stabbed with a sword and cut twice.

He rushed towards the fire, and also rushed towards a man in a gray cloth skirt with a sneer on his face.

Although the woman was dressed plainly, her figure was slim and plump, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were as cold as ice.

Although it looks like the appearance has changed.

Chen Ping recognized it immediately.

That was Zhuang Hongyi.

It is seventeen or eighty feet away.

Chen Ping saw at a glance that the left severed hand was like a moth to a flame, trying to jump over the woman and rush into the burning building.

A thrust was like light and shadow, but Zhuang Hongyi was faster...the dagger in his sleeve appeared, and the dagger flew away from the severed left hand, and kicked out with a kick from the bottom of the skirt...

The cyan figure flew down in response to the sound, and the person was in the air, with five or six fountains of blood shooting out from his body.

Chen Ping yelled violently, the blood in his heart exploded, and the energy in his dantian was boiling... His body rushed up, and the earth and rocks flew under his feet, and he shot forward like a sharp arrow.

A breathing time, has rushed into the courtyard.

"Left severed hand..."

He caught the cyan figure flying upside down.

Heart chills.

The left hand is almost dead.

The right chest was stabbed with a sword, the abdomen was pierced, and the most serious injury was kicked by Zhuang Hongyi's leg.

The chest bone pierced into the heart, blood gushed wildly, and thick blood froth overflowed from the corner of the mouth.

Already on the verge of death.

"Seven, Brother Seven, please, please help... Xiao Yuan."

At this moment, Zuo Duanshou didn't look at Zhuang Hongyi again, and his hatred disappeared.

He just stared at the burning building with round eyes, and with his intact right hand, he grabbed Chen Ping's arm with all his strength.

It hurts.

(End of this chapter)