Chapter 731: Mrs. Fu

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"Hou Ye, Duan's business, right not to mention, we have a preliminary understanding of the assassin."
"According to the clue, this person has had contact with Shi Gong of Jinhai."
"People are already under our control, do you want to see him?"
Zhang Daling bowed his hand.
"Well, take me to see" Qin Dao.
The two went to the underground secret room, an old man with blood, tied to an electric chair, shrugged his head, and spit blood in his mouth.
"Old dog, say, where is the assassin hiding?"
"Otherwise, Laozi gets it"
A Qin disciple disciple, raising the whip with salt water, is about to fight again.
"stop"
Zhang Daling walked in, and poured a piece of ice water on his face in a semi-conscious Shi Gong.
"Wow"
Shi Gong shuddered and woke up.
"Hou, you, you are going to spare me, my old bones are about to be dismantled by them." Shi Gong looked painfully pleading.
"You retire"
Zhang Daling waved and threw the rest of the room.
"Shi Gong, you are a smart person, let's talk, you know, I won't care about an old dog."
"When you are finished, continue to return to Tianjin to be your uncle."
Qin Lan personally untied the lock on his body, ordered a cigarette, and handed it to Shi Gong.
After taking over the battle of Shi Gong and the war, he took a few mouthfuls and finally recovered the gods. The news of the sword slaves was explained.
"What, you said that the killer is the world's first assassin sword slave"
Zhang Daling looked shocked.
Qin Lan sighed with relief and suddenly relieved.
After Fu Yuqing blocked the thorns, there was a time when Qin Xiao had little doubt about himself, why he would almost die of the assassin's hand.
But now, his heart is calm.
It is not that he is incompetent, but that the other party does have this ability.
An assassin who almost lost his life in the nine days of Yan Yan, even if he died under his sword, is not a shameful thing.
"Shi Gong, where the sword slaves are hiding" Zhang Daling rounded his eyes and shouted.
"Zhang Zhenren, Hou Ye, I really don't know. It's him who is connected with me. It's all the people who come to me. I have to know for sure." Shi Gong looked bitter and depressed. Road.
"Shi Gong, people are you looking for, you said that I will not kill you"
Qin Yan looked at Shi Gong’s eyes and asked him.
Shi Gong had seen Qin Hao killing people. When he saw him laughing, he was standing up. "Don't, don't, Hou Ye, don't kill me."
"If you don't kill you, then you have to see if you have any value." Qin Xiao’s smile on his face is even worse.
"I, of course, I have value. I am a famous leader in the martial arts in the north. I have a face-faced person in the north. I am not familiar with it. But when I open a conference, I am not there. It is impossible to open."
Shi Gong was anxious, and wow wowed himself.
"So, you are really useful."
"In this case, I will not kill you, but you have to do something for me."
"嗖"
Qin Yu flexed a finger, and a fire lotus did not enter Shi Gong’s eyebrows. Shi Gong only felt a bit of tingling in the eyebrows, and there was a burst of purple fire in the sea of ​​souls. The burning head was about to explode, and the pain screamed out.
"I have planted a fire lotus for you. As long as I move my fingers, I can teach you to be ashes thousands of miles away."
"Go back, listen to my secret order at any time."
Qin Xiao sneered.
"Old man, thank you, Hou Ye, don't kill the grace"
"You can rest assured that there will be instructions in the future, Shimou is omnipotent."
Shi Gong was grateful for zero, bowed and bowed.
Zhang Daling patted his hands and immediately had a disciple coming in and secretly escorting Shi Gong to leave.
"Hou Ye, this old dog attracted a sword slave, stabbed Miss Fu, sin should be awkward." Zhang Daling stunned.
"Wrong, this person is more valuable than death. He is a north pass. As long as he controls him, most of the northern martial arts circles can be mastered."
"The key point is that he is used to being pampered, and he is afraid of dying a person who is afraid of death. It is extremely easy to control."
"Shi Gong is an important piece that I placed under the eyes of Yan Jiutian."
Qin Hao took a slow hand and sang.
"I understand"
"It’s a pity that the old things didn’t spit out the whereabouts of the sword slaves, so he let him run in vain.

Zhang Daling is still dissatisfied.
"Useless, notify Xia, Li and two, to lift the martial law, such as the sword slaves and other peerless masters, unless he takes the initiative to show up, otherwise you are dig three feet, can not find him."
Qin Lan waved his hand and sighed.
There is too much doubt in the sword slave.
This peerless assassin is actually soft.
That's right, the sword slave's sword is a bit off, it is this point, leaving Fu Lanqing with the last line of life.
With his skill, it is reasonable to say that such a low-level mistake will not occur, it must be a sword spike.
Recalling the scene of the sword slave madness that day, Qin Yujue seems to have another hidden feeling.
Why do sword slaves want to be merciless?
The answer may be that only he knows.
The early winter is coming, Yunhai is particularly cold this year.
The street is still full of traffic
Fuxuan Tea House, the only retro style tea house in Yunhai.
There is no wireless network in the tea house. After each tea table, there is a small book with a few local newspapers.
On the west side of the hall, there is a blind old man, leading a little girl with a shofar~EbookFREE.me~ The blind man tells the storytelling, all about the anecdotes of the martial arts in the early years, small Shantou’s first-hand erhu, the grandson and the grandson have been making a living here for some years.
Most of the teas that come here are some of the old age, or the martial arts family, and the middle-aged and old people who taste their feelings often send out the whole day in the rumors of the rumors and the erhu.
In the northwest corner of the tea house, a middle-aged man sat quietly, flipping the newspaper on his hand, and his nose was soaring, savoring the tea.
He wore a black gown, long hair draped behind his head, the cold face of the knife, and the crow's feet of the corner of his eye, which made him quite vicissitude, but very masculine.
This is a weirdo. He came only in the last few days. He opened the door and left at night.
There are not many words. Besides reading the newspaper, I am keeping my hair low. No one knows what he is thinking.
At ten o'clock in the evening, the old-fashioned old man who talked about the day's storytelling had already been dry-mouthed. He had to pick up the shocked wood and the stalls and was leaving.
"Teacher's father, and slow"
"Please, please tell me again"
The middle-aged people opened their mouths for the first time, and the cold voice was more chilling than the cold wind outside the tea house.
"I have already fought, this man, if you don't want to come again."
The blind man bowed his hand.
"Just this time"
"Listen, I will go"
The cup held by the middle-aged man was fixed on his lips, and the tone suddenly became flat.
"Uncle, Grandpa has been tired for a day, you don't have to be embarrassed."
The little girl covered her mouth and just about to turn it back. The old man interrupted him and smiled and said: "No problem, then I will tell the gentleman again, which one do you want to listen to?"
"I want to listen, Mrs. Fu passed, Wu Shen was angry with Fu Fu, and the red face was fat and yellow."
The gaze of the middle-aged man became softer, and he dried up the cup of tea that had already cooled.