Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 120 Mission Terminated, Crazy Hint

At this moment, the crippled Ma, with a dazed face, kept looking back and forth at Ying Zige and Gai Nie.

It's hard to tell which one is the real target?

He only remembered that when Zhao Gang came to assign the task, he only said that he would kill Bai Yi with a knife in his hand.

Who would have thought that there would be two white clothes.

At this time, those assassins disguised as ordinary people had already tightly grasped their weapons, and stared at Ying Zige and others through the window.

There is a strong killing intent in each eye.

Obviously ready to do it.

"Which one is our target?"

"It's better to attack two people in white clothes at the same time, one of them is always right."

"It makes sense. Then we will attack both of them at the same time. Although the other person will die unjustly, we can only blame him for being with the target in white clothes."

"Good, ready to do it?"

Those assassins had murderous intent in their eyes, waiting for the signal to kill Ma Dazi.

At this moment, he saw Ma Dazi raising his hand inadvertently, scratching the back of his head.

The assassin, who was ready to attack, saw the so-called signal before rushing out, and forcibly suppressed his internal force.

Those internal forces that were ready to be released were forcibly pressed against their chests at this moment, making them feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

Several of them even turned pale.

They looked at each other one by one.

What is this?
The target has already appeared, why should the action be stopped all of a sudden?

Although he was very puzzled, no one dared to disobey Ma Dazizi's order, so he gritted his teeth and continued to wait.

Ying Zige on the carriage looked at the crippled horse with a smile.

Then flick your fingers lightly.

With a sound of ding, a Qin Banliang flew into the midair.

Cripple Ma's eyes lit up, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed Qin Banliang, with a smile on his face.

"Gentlemen, I made a mistake just now, so I'll say it again."

Lame Ma cleared his throat and said solemnly, "Everyone here has heard a rumor that bandits are coming here, so they all ran away and hid in fright. Since there is no one, then No one is bothering you gentlemen anymore, please come inside, gentlemen?"

While speaking, he smiled happily, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he made a gesture of please.

"Very sensible, I am very happy today, I will give you another one."

Ying Zige smiled again and flicked his thumb again.

Another Qin Banliang fell into the opponent's hands.

Since crossing, he has stayed in Xianyang Palace all year round.

Due to lack of skills and rampant assassins, his life trajectory has been two points and one line for many years.

Either from the palace to the palace, or from the palace to the palace.

Seeing the down-to-earth country people in the Great Qin Kingdom now, Ying Zige suddenly felt an uncontrollable curiosity and excitement in his heart.

I just think the big lame horse is very interesting.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhao Gao's expression couldn't help changing slightly.

I have to say that Ma Dazizi's acting skills are really good.

But the problem is that this operation must not continue.

You know, among these six people, all six of them are masters.

It's fine if Ma Dazi doesn't make a move, once he takes the prepared assassins to make a move, it will be damaged immediately.

Just thinking about it, Zhao Gao's scalp felt numb for a while.

Couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

Big cripple, it's me who hurt you.

During the conversation, the carriage had entered thirty miles.

Although Shisanlipu is only a small town, it has all kinds of internal organs and all kinds of shops.

What surprised Ying Zi even more was that there was a small inn not far ahead.

Pushing the door and entering, the inn is still clean.

It's just that the tables and chairs have been packed away.

Apparently, the shopkeeper here heard the news that the bandits were coming, and immediately went out to hide after packing up the things here.

"Masters, although there is a place to stay. But the problem is that the cook here has already left, I'm afraid..."

Ma Dazi nodded and smiled, then looked out of the door and window.

I saw that the assassins had already followed here.

One by one, they stared covetously at the two white clothes.

Can't wait to make a move.

The corner of Ma Dazi's mouth could not help but slightly curl up.

Those two in white clothes now have their backs facing the window.

Once those assassins made a move, even if these two white clothes were top experts, they would never be able to counterattack in time if they were caught off guard.

It's easy to kill them.

It's a good time to make a move.

There was a cold light in the eyes of the cripple Ma, and then he stretched out his hand, about to make a gesture of action.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his hand fiercely.

"Huh?" The cripple Ma was taken aback for a moment, only then did he realize that the person who grabbed his palm turned out to be that extremely ugly coachman.

"Grandpa, what does this mean? You don't want to touch the hand of the little girl and daughter-in-law, but you want to touch the hand of the old man. The old man's hand is as dry as bark, don't scratch your hand and hurt it."

Ma Dazi laughed and said jokingly.

Then froze again.

Only then did he realize that the coachman was blinking at him frantically.

The frequency of blinking was as fast as lightning.

At this moment, Zhao Gao was extremely nervous.

The only way to keep both horses and cripples alive is to risk hinting at them.

Seeing that Ma Dazi was about to make a hands-on gesture, his heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously grabbed the opponent's palm, and then hinted frantically with his eyes.

But in the end, the other party didn't seem to understand it at all.

At this moment, his heart sank suddenly.

Seeing the scene in front of them, Ge Nie and Wei Zhuang looked at each other again, frowning slightly.

The palm of the sword slave gently pressed the hilt of the sword.

Only Ying Zige and Han Baichuan yawned in sync, and they didn't seem to see anything wrong.

"Huh? In public, how decent is it for you to hold hands?"

At this moment, Ying Zige was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that the hands of the two had been held together at some point, and immediately joked in a serious manner.

No wonder Zhao Gao is not close to female sex, so he likes this tone.

However, Ying Zige didn't take it too seriously.

After all, he is a very enlightened person.

I just cursed in my heart as a dead gay.

"This uncle? Why don't you let go of my hand quickly? And what's the matter with your eyes, how do you blink back and forth?"

Whisper!
Zhao Gao almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, but suddenly let go of his hand.

The whole person was not well on the spot.

He grabbed the opponent's hand by himself, and hinted with his eyes for a long time, that the opponent didn't receive the signal, that's all...

He even sold himself?
(End of this chapter)