Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 142 Believe me, it's really not me this time
Here, Jian Nu and Wei Zhuang looked depressed.

They threw Young Master to those assassins, and after those assassins were frightened, they would definitely attack directly.

Now, it should be a scene of swords and swords.

Behind Gao Po, why didn't there be any movement?
The two looked at each other involuntarily, their faces full of bewilderment.

At this moment, a figure suddenly jumped out from behind Gao Po.

"Ok?"

Everyone immediately grasped the hilt of their swords, ready to strike.

Then I saw Chen Ada nodding at them respectfully, and ran past them with cheerful steps.

Swish.

Everyone was petrified on the spot.

You look at me, I look at you, they are all confused, and even forgot to draw their swords.

This?
What's the situation with tmd?
This assassin is not a fool, is he?

"What's going on here? That kid is obviously an assassin, but he nodded at us, as if... there is one of us among us."

Han Baichuan was stunned for a while, then slapped his head, and said in a nonstop way.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, it made sense, their puzzled eyes fell on Zhao Gao's face in an instant.

Zhao Gao's cheeks twitched and he cried on the spot.

Nima!

Just now, these bastards were suspecting that these assassins were sent by themselves.

Originally, I thought that following the young master's actions, I would be able to catch at least one person alive, and I would be able to return my innocence with just a question.

There was a living, but in the end, he smiled at everyone, as if he was greeting his accomplices.

This shit, I'm afraid I won't be able to wash it off even if I jump into the Yellow River.

"Old Zhao, what do you say about this wave?"

Wei Zhuang sneered slightly, with a look of reluctance.

"It's an explanation. Why did he smile at you?" Jian Nu frowned, his face cold.

"Laughing at me? Wait, he was smiling at everyone just now. I seriously suspect that he is an assassin with low IQ. Conscience, I really don't know him."

Zhao Gao's face was full of despair, he wanted to die now.

When he laid an ambush in Thirty Miles, he did not receive such serious suspicion.

But this time, he really didn't do it himself, but he was treated like this.

The aggrieved in his heart.

"The thirteenth son will not be..."

At this moment, Gai Nie kept his eyes on the high slope, and suddenly said in a cold voice.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and they all looked at the sitting high slope.

A surviving assassin came happily, smiling like a fool.

The thirteenth son didn't show up?

Could it be...

Everyone's heart tightened suddenly.

Han Baichuan and Zhao Gao looked at each other, one was happy while the other was sad.

Han Baichuan had already realized that he was a top expert, and at that moment, he had the idea of ​​walking alone in the rivers and lakes.

It is a good thing that the thirteenth son is gone.

A smiling face suddenly couldn't hide it.

Hahaha, the young master didn't end up hiccupping, did he?
Hahaha, son, you must not be busy. If you are busy... don't I want to let the sky fly like a bird.

And Zhao Gao trembled all over, and suddenly felt that his bladder could not hold it.

His face was changed by the poisonous Gu insect, and only the thirteenth son had that antidote.

If he burps and dies, wouldn't he be Lao Zhao forever?
A gust of wind blew past.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.

at this time.

"Jian Nu, Wei Zhuang, you two, explain why my carriage flew out directly?"

An exasperated voice sounded, and Ying Zige landed on the high slope with a big jump.

Depressed on the spot.

I was lying in the carriage well, but I was pushed directly in front of those assassins by these two bastards.

Fortunately, I was witty, otherwise I would have to draw out the Yuanhong sword and fight them.

If you really do it, will you be worthy of your super Buddhist character?
Are you worthy of the comfortable big bed in your palace?
"call……"

Seeing the scene in front of them, Jian Nu and Gai Nie couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Wei Zhuang sneered slightly, not knowing what he was sneering at.

Han Baichuan's face darkened instantly, with a look of helplessness.

Sure enough, it was exactly the same as what I thought, how could the thirteenth son finish playing so quickly with a belch.

The reason for the ecstasy in my heart just now is just to enjoy a few seconds of happy time.

It seemed that he could not get rid of his status as a follower for a while.

"Young master, are you okay? It's good that you're okay. But I'm worried to death."

Only Zhao Gao was full of surprise, and hurried forward to greet him, so excited that he almost gave Ying Zige a bear hug.

Ying Zige's face darkened immediately.

Sin!

Among his two attendants, one had a calm face, and the other looked like he had nothing to do with himself and didn't worry about it.

The other one was full of disappointment.

In contrast, Lao Zhao, the coachman, is much more qualified, obviously caring about himself with all his heart.

"Old Zhao, don't worry. It's just a few assassins. I will kill them in minutes without a place to bury them."

Ying Zige smiled and patted Zhao Gao's head kindly.

"It's fine, it's fine." Zhao Gao said gratefully.

In the next second, Ying Zige's face darkened, and he put his hands on his hips, looking like a heifer going to heaven.

"What are those two attendants still doing in a daze? Quickly lift the carriage out for me. My son... continue to sleep."

……

After a few minutes.

The carriage was restored again.

The coachman, Lao Zhao, sat on the carriage and happily drove the carriage.

Everything seems to be the same as before.

It's just that the carriage was crooked, looking like it might fall apart at any moment.

"With that mark, you should be able to find the young master Fusu soon. Damn, I have long felt that something is wrong with this matter. That kid is indeed a [-]-year-old kid."

"Why did he want to make a scene of disappearance? Could it be that he wanted to rebel against Daqin? No, he is the eldest son. Logically speaking, the world should belong to him. How can he oppose himself?"

"Could it be because the women of the Xiongnu are white and beautiful? It's not right. He doesn't seem to be the same person as me."

"What the hell is going on?"

After thinking for a while, Ying Zige slowly shook his head.

Are these questions about yourself?

My task is to bring that kid back.

Even if that kid pokes a hole in the sky, it's none of his business?
Take him back to Ying Zheng, and he will immediately go back to the palace and lie down.

As for the conspiracy of this kid, it has nothing to do with me.

Having figured this out, Ying Zige yawned, and immediately felt a lot more comfortable. He closed his eyes gently and fell asleep.

He had already quietly told Jian Nu about the mark left by Chen Ada.

Under Jian Nu's leadership, it should take only a few days to find the location of the young master Fusu.

……

(End of this chapter)