Chapter 365: Assassination

Chapter 365 Assassination
"What do you want?" Song Tian asked cold and cold to look at Song Qian, and the low voice was filled with the taste of teeth.
"Not so, just want to let the big brother abdicate to the sage." Song Qian said with a smile, step by step approaching the bed.
A strong attitude can be seen in Song Tian’s anger, and I don’t want to, I refuse to say it:
You can’t think about it!

Song Qian’s eyebrows picked and picked, and smiled slightly:
I know that Big Brother will not take the initiative to abdicate, so I prepared this for my eldest brother.

Song Qian’s wrist turned over, and a delicate long sword appeared. The sharp blade reflected the cold coldness of the Sen in the candlelight. Yao Song asked his eyes and his face changed slightly:
You want to kill me!

"Yes." Song Qian nodded and admitted without hesitation.
"You dare." Song Tian asked sharp eyes like a sharp arrow, fiercely shot to Song Qian, the bottom of the flashing raging anger, can not wait to swallow him.
Song Qian did not agree, casually said: "Is there anything I dare? I am not killing you for the first time..."
"You!" Song Tian asked the whole body to tremble. After a long while, he calmed down and looked at him coldly. "My martial arts are above you. Even if I am seriously injured, you may not be able to kill me..."
Song Qian picked up his eyebrows and smiled. "Forgot to tell the big brother, the reason why I can come out from the Shuntian government is because I have reached an agreement with a certain official. The content of the agreement is that he helped me kill you. After I became Wu Anhou, I will follow his assignment for life."
At the moment of the fall, there were five or six black men wearing black clothes and black scarves in the room. They were all covered in the darkness, only showing a pair of cold eyes, and the sword in their hands was already out. The sheath, in the candlelight, exudes a cold cold mang...
Song Tian asked a big shock, he can clearly feel that these black people are top players, martial arts is only slightly worse than he was in the heyday, if one or two black people came to assassinate him, he still has a few According to the odds, the five or six black men can work together, and he can’t win!
"Who is that person? Who is it?" Song Tian asked Li Er, who could have so many top guards, not an ordinary courtier...
Looking at his face, Xia Qian’s mood was infinitely good, and he sighed softly:
Big brother is a Wu’an Hou, young, so unclear, it’s a pity, look at our brothers. In a sentiment, I will tell you the truth. The person who saved me is the Eastern Factory Supervisor Wei Jinxian."
what? Wei Jinxian! Why is he helping him with Song Qian? Song Tian asked for a puzzling, brow furrowed.
Song Qian’s mouth curled up with a smug smile, and suddenly realized with a loud voice:
There is still one thing to forget to tell the big brother. The reason why I can climb Wei Dugong is because of the matchmaking of the town’s Houfu Murongjian...

Song Tian asked face color iron blue, the hand under the sleeves tightly gripped: Murong Jian, it turned out that he, this despicable and shameless villain, he can not fight himself, he climbed Wei Jinxian, policy against Song Qian, using their hands to calculate themselves, It’s awful!
"The time is not early, the big brother knows, and you can know what you are worried about." Song Qian said eagerly, his eyes suddenly turned cold: "Hands."
"Yes!" The black people were screaming, and the long sword in their hands came out, and quickly rushed to Song Tian from all directions.
Song Tian asked for a glimpse of his eyes, pulling out the saber hanging on the bed, and smashing the past with the black people: even if he was defeated by martial arts, he would not sit still and wait...
Wind remnants, swords drifting zero, cold flashes, light and shadow again and again!
Song Tian asked a long sword to wave the tiger and the wind, the sword and the swords of the black people frequently collided together, raising a hurricane, the tables and chairs in the room were all broken up, and the broken limbs were broken. Ground...
The black people became more and more brave, the faster they played, and the action of Song Tian’s question gradually slowed down. One accidentally, the black man knocked down the long sword, and the five or six sharp swords were tightly attached to his neck. ......
Song Qian slowly came forward and looked at the Song Tian who was being held. The sword brow picked and picked: "I was seriously injured and could support it for so long. I really looked down on you. Such a powerful enemy is still killing well. ......"
Song Tian asked face-to-face, and he glared at him: "Song Qian, picking the heirs that day, I have said that you want to kill me. Many people have heard it. After I die, the first one to be suspected will be you... ..."
"No, no, big brother is not killed, you are violent, violent!" Song Qian shook his head in disapproval, smiled and took out a dark brown pill...
Song Tian’s face was gloomy and terrible:
Are you going to poison me?

"But what does Big Brother think? I will pierce you through the hole, let people know that you are being murdered at a glance?" Song Qian raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Tianwen. The eyebrows were scornful: "That is too stupid. I am going to let the big brother die silently. After all, my eldest brother was seriously injured, and he was seriously injured and violently killed. It is normal..."
At the moment of the fall, Song Qian reached out and opened the mouth of Song Tianwen. He took the pill into his mouth and stuffed it in his mouth: "Go, don't worry, I will take care of Wu'an Hou for you, and there is a clear...

The thick bitterness of the bitterness came, and the pill came to the front. Song Tian asked a big shock. He wanted to shake his head to avoid the pill. He could put a five-six-handed sword on his neck. He couldn’t dodge. He could only watch the pill stretch. Into his mouth.
Seeing that it would fall into his mouth, a violent wind suddenly flew over, beaten to Song Qian, the black man, and they all flew out, fell heavily on the ground, slammed and shivered Looking at Venus, the whole body is like being forbidden, and it can’t move...
Song Tian asked the bottom of the singer to flash a thick ecstasy, plopping a bang, and slamming in the direction of the wind: "Thank you for your help."
Murong Xue hidden in the dark: "..."
Well, the ancients are more grateful. For those who are more martial than their own and have saved their lives, they are called predecessors. I don’t know, Ouyang Shaohao, the 18-year-old 'predecessor’, heard this, What do you think?
Murong Xue quietly looked at Ouyang Shaohao, only to see his handsome face slightly gloomy, cold and cold looked at Song Tianwen, depressed voice: "You are welcome, these people are handed over to you, you can do it yourself!"

Thank you for your predecessors.
Song Tian asked the low voice, and the dark eyes flashed a sharp sharpness, and he leaned over and picked up a long sword. Step by step toward the black people went over...
(End of this chapter)