Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 121 Could it be that you like his hands?
"Ahem...my eyes are a bit dry. I just want to ask you, is there any water?"

Zhao Gao hastily concealed his embarrassment, and then quietly looked at Gai Nie and the others.

Sure enough, although Gai Nie and the others looked calm on the surface, deep doubts appeared in their eyes.

Zhao Gao's head felt dizzy for a moment, and his intestines were about to turn green from regret at this moment.

It's not good to find someone to carry out this task by yourself, but why go to Lame Ma?

Who would have thought that Ma Dazi, who was usually extremely smart, would look so stupid today.

It seemed that even if he wanted to save him, he couldn't.

"Clean water? I'll get uncle clear water now. Tell me..."

The crippled horse smiled slightly, and raised his hand again.

The assassins outside the window poured out their internal energy from their dantian again, ready to rush into the room and make a big kill.

Yet at this moment.

with a snap.

A hand grabbed his wrist again.

"Eh? You, sir?" Ma Dazi couldn't help but widen his eyes, looking at Zhao Gao with disbelief.

"Ahem...I mean, you better hurry up, my eyes are so dry."

Zhao Gao smiled awkwardly again, and slowly let go of the opponent's hand.

Those eyes blinked like a bad light bulb.

Ma Dazi's pupils shrank for a while, and his face suddenly became very cautious.

Seeing his reaction, Zhao Gao breathed a sigh of relief.

This old bastard finally understood.

Got it, why don't you hurry up and find a reason to get out?

Otherwise, I would have died here today.

"I see that Grandpa's eyes are really dry. I will help you find Qingshui as soon as possible."

Cripple Ma smiled slightly, but felt disgusted in his heart.

This old thing is so ugly, it keeps grabbing Lao Tzu's wrist, and even winks at me?

Damn it, let me wash my eyes first.

A layer of goose bumps appeared on Ma Dazi's back, and the moment he turned his head away, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a sinister smile.

His palm raised slowly again.

He is confident that once the signal to kill is given, those master assassins will immediately break through the window and beat the two men in white to their hearts' content!
But at this moment, there was another snap.

The cripple Ma was taken aback, and turned his head to look beside him, and then his entire face was covered with black lines.

Nima!

It turned out to be that old coachman again.

Is the old bastard over yet?
Lame Ma's face darkened, he couldn't help showing a sneer, and sarcastically said: "My friend, this joke is a bit big. Why did you grab my hand several times?"

"Uh, I really didn't want to grab your hand this time, I just couldn't help it."

Zhao Gao's face flushed with embarrassment, and he wanted to die at this moment.

He really didn't intend to remind the other party just now, but seeing that the other party was about to issue an order to do something, he accidentally stopped him again.

This time, even if I jumped into the Yellow River, I wouldn't be able to clean it up.

"I really didn't expect that Lao Zhao still has such a hobby? Do you like other people's hands?"

Ying Zige couldn't help laughing, but a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He has seen everything that happened just now.

Already saw something was wrong.

"Young master...Young master is really good at making jokes."

Zhao Gao forced a smile, let go of the opponent's hand lightly, and slowly retreated to his original position.

At this time, the assassins outside the door were all depressed.

They were ready to do it several times, and even extracted their internal strength.

As a result, the internal force had to be forcibly suppressed every time.

As a result, their bodies couldn't even stand it anymore.

Several of the assassins were pale, and blood even flowed from the corners of their mouths.

This method of forcibly suppressing internal power can be done once or twice.

If it is suppressed for a long time, it will inevitably hurt the dantian and meridians.

The stronger assassins could bear it.

But a few of the weaker ones now have the desire to die, and their hearts are extremely messy.

"Old man, don't you hurry up and prepare food?"

Ying Zige smiled and urged loudly.

Let's see what tricks this cripple can play.

"Master, don't worry, I'll cook by myself right away. You don't know, old man, I'm a good cook, so I just turn it over with my hands..."

He smiled, and then raised his hands again, as if he was practicing cooking.

The assassins outside the door narrowed their eyes one by one, and put their hands on the hilt and hilt of the sword.

As long as that hand falls, they will immediately launch the deadliest attack on the two white clothes.

They were even more confident. With the speed of their shots, even if the two white clothes were top experts, they would definitely be killed by them before they could react.

The palm of the crippled horse has been raised.

But just as it was about to fall...

Swish!
A sword light suddenly slid across his wrist.

The cripple Ma was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly felt a chill in his wrist, and subconsciously looked at his wrist.

All of a sudden, his eyes widened, and he let out a scream, and stepped back crazily.

At the same time, the palm that was cut into the air by the sword light finally landed in front of Ma Dazizi.

"what!"

The crippled horse kept screaming, holding the blood-spitting wrist with one hand, and the blood kept spraying on the open space in front of him.

"So impulsive? Why don't you play with him first, and then do it?"

Ying Zige sighed, put away the smile on his face, and looked at Wei Zhuang next to him with reproachful eyes.

Wei Zhuang snorted coldly, with a slight sneer on his face: "I saw that Lao Zhao liked the other party's hand very much, so I helped him take it over. Lao Zhao, the hand is yours now."

The veins on Zhao Gao's forehead popped out, and he subconsciously grasped the soft sword at his waist.

However, in the next second, he slowly let go, with a hint of doubt on his face: "What's going on? Why did you chop off his wrist?"

Wei Zhuang sneered, but didn't speak.

"Ask knowingly." The sword slave at the moment said coldly.

"Why is that so?" Gai Nie shook his head slowly, as if he couldn't bear it.

Although he is a sword master, he is not a person who is easy to kill.

When you feel that there is no need to do it, you will never do it easily.

"So that's how it is." Han Baichuan was stunned for a while, and seemed to finally understand something.

In an instant, swords were tense in the room.

All eyes fell on Zhao Gao.

Especially Wei Zhuang and Jian Nu, with a deep murderous look in their eyes.

It seems to be ready to do it.

Zhao Gao narrowed his eyes slightly, and put his palm on his waist again, as if the soft sword at his waist might strike at any time.

(End of this chapter)