Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 227 Long Martingale's bitter tricks

Long Yang only lowered his head and glanced at him, then he carelessly put his hands behind him, "It doesn't matter, it's my carelessness."

Lu Liang's tiny face was tight, and he said quickly: "How can you be blamed for this? No one expected that the killer was not dead."

Just like last time at Shengtuo Peak, she did not notice that there was a wolf hidden in the grass behind her.

Lu Liangwei felt very uncomfortable thinking that he was also injured this time.

He just embraced himself, if it weren't for protecting her, he wouldn't be hurt.

Lu Liangwei felt a little heavy in his heart when he thought of his injuries several times because of her.

Before, she wanted to use the detoxification credit for him to seek the idea of ​​the county lord, but now it is really ridiculous.

She helped him detoxify, but he also saved himself a few times, which had already been offset.

She pursed her lips, pulled his hand back, and said decisively: "Let’s go back soon, your wound needs to be treated immediately." As she said, no matter what her actions were appropriate, she pulled him quickly towards Walked outside the forest.

She walked fast, really worried about him.

Long Yang had a good temper and allowed her to pull herself, with a pleasant color between her brows.

As soon as they left, two figures fell to the ground one after another.

Looking at the two walking away, a strange color flashed through Zhao Gan's eyes.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that his master had been replaced by someone else.

Such a gentle and talkative master almost made him unknown.

While Zhao Ganfu was slandering his own master, the seventh day of the day had already walked towards several dead killers.

Several assassins, without exception, were all sealed with a sword, but the last assassin had an extra wound on his body.

The front wound, on the waist and abdomen, looked serious, but it was not fatal enough. The back wound was at the throat and was fatally penetrated by a sword.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, his eyes focused on the last killer for a while.

Zhao Gan met and looked closer.

When he saw the assassin in front of him, there were obviously more wounds on his body than the other assassins, and he couldn't help muttering strangely.

"When did the master's swordsmanship regress? To kill someone like this would even cut one more sword?"

The seventh day of the seventh day is the most clear, my master’s martial arts.

He used to be poisonous. In order to prevent the toxins from spreading faster, he restrained each time and did not dare to use all his strength when using force.

But now, the toxin in the master’s body has been resolved, and there is no need to hesitate at all. With his cultivation base, it is just a breeze to kill such a person, but the killer in front of him has obviously an extra wound. Like the master's means.

The master kills people with a sword to seal the throat, without extra action.

What's more, the master even injured his arm by such a young man.

After thinking for a while on the seventh day, he said firmly: "The master did it on purpose."

"what?"

Suddenly hearing this sentence, Zhao Qian did not react.

What is deliberate?

Does the master have a preference for abuse?

I have to ask again, that stinky boy on the seventh day of the seventh day has gone far.

Zhao Gan stood in place, looked at the killer and thought for a while, and suddenly understood the meaning of the seventh day.

He secretly laughed, and he didn't expect the master to be so dark-bellied that he actually used a bitter trick.

With the master's martial arts, it is a piece of cake to solve these killers, and with the master's method, it is impossible to leave a living.

(End of this chapter)