Quick time travel villain god is a bit skinny

Chapter 695 The Boy and the Sword
Gu Ze stared at Ling Xiao with a good look.

I watched it for a long time, for a long time.

Ling Xiao's expression was calm and composed, even though the other party looked him up and down, she didn't hold back at all.

Gu Ze smiled and said, "What if you guessed wrong? Brother Sima doesn't seem like the kind of ruthless person, maybe you have misunderstood him?"

Seeing Gu Ze's attitude of defending Sima Huan invisibly, Ling Xiao immediately recalled that in his previous life, this guy was tricked by Sima Huan and involved in a murder in the rivers and lakes.

Ling Xiao didn't bother to talk to him, and turned around to leave. Gu Ze hesitated for a moment, and hurried to catch up and asked, "Miss Mu? Where are you from?"

Before Ling Xiao could reply, a black-clothed assassin who was lurking in the nearby woods suddenly appeared, and he shot out hundreds of poisonous needles, and the needles killed him!
"Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle!" Gu Ze reacted very quickly, ready to protect Ling Xiao behind him.

But Ling Xiao had been prepared for a long time, and he didn't need his protection, so he dodged like lightning, and then sacrificed a Nine Nether Fire, directly burning the black-clothed assassin to death!

Gu Ze was dumbfounded, and asked, "Miss Mu, what kind of fire is this? Skyfire?"

"I know there is a gate of ghosts in the Jianghu. People in the gate of ghosts are good at using weird will-o'-the-wisps, but I have seen that kind of will-o'-the-wisp with my own eyes, and it seems to be different from the sky fire in your hand."

Ling Xiao held her breath and looked around quietly. After confirming that there was no potential danger nearby, she replied with a cold face: "This is not a ghost fire, nor is it what you call a sky fire."

Gu Ze got out of danger, his expression relaxed slightly: "What kind of fire is that?"

Ling Xiao asked without answering: "How is it? What's your judgment on this assassin?"

Gu Ze twisted his handsome eyebrows: "It is said that the rainstorm pear blossom needle is a weapon of Shumen! But Shumen is thousands of miles away, how could it be possible to send someone to Xuancheng to assassinate you?"

Ling Xiao replied coldly: "It's true that this kind of hidden weapon belongs to the Shu Sect, but this black-clothed assassin is probably not from the Shu Sect. Probably someone is deliberately confusing the public and planning to attack me!"

At this moment, Gu Ze and Ling Xiao had a good understanding, and asked in surprise: "Are you still suspicious of Sima Huan? How about we go to the official dungeon to find out?"

The bright and pale moonlight poured down, and Ling Xiao turned his head sideways, the beautiful and quiet profile of his profile was rendered by the moonlight, revealing a bit of indescribable mistyness and aloofness.

Gu Ze's heart skipped a beat, and he smiled like a cover-up: "I wonder if Miss Mu is willing?"

Ling Xiao didn't speak, and walked straight forward.

It's strange that Gu Ze actually had a tacit understanding with her, quickly followed her footsteps, approached her and smiled, "Miss Mu, you don't look like a Jiangnan native."

Ling Xiao was silent.

Gu Ze had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

A while later, the two came to the dungeon of the Xuancheng government. There was Gu Ze, the well-known young owner of the famous sword villa. Those jailers charged Gu Ze's favor fee and immediately let them go.

Ling Xiao stood aside, watching coldly.

The dungeon was damp and dark, and from time to time a few gray-haired mice came out of the hole and crawled rustlingly in the corners.

Oil lamps hung on the walls, and the light was so dim that it barely illuminated the inside of the cell.

Ling Xiao walked steadily and neatly, with a jailer leading the way for them, and they came to the cell where Sima Huan was originally detained.

Sure enough, the inside was empty, and there was no sign of Sima Huan at all.

The jailer asked strangely, "Hey! Where did this prisoner go?"

Seeing this scene, Gu Ze showed a look of disappointment on his face, and said with a sneer, "Miss Mu, you guessed right! Brother Sima really left the prison!"

What is it called?Guilty absconding?
There was a flash of ridicule in the jailer's eyes, and he replied impatiently: "Okay! Since the prisoner has already left! Then you should leave quickly!"

Ling Xiao curled up his fingers and shot a gust of wind, hitting the jailer's knee impartially.

Plop!The jailer's knee hurt and he fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Ling Xiao looked straight into his eyes, resorted to hypnotism, and seduced him unhurriedly: "Actually, you already knew that Sima Huan was let go, didn't you?"

The jailer tried to struggle, but was firmly controlled by Ling Xiao. He could only reply involuntarily: "Yes, Sima Huan was picked up by the city guard last night."

Ling Xiao showed such an expression, he glanced at Gu Ze, and asked indifferently: "The city guard let him go, so it can be seen that there is a backer behind him, who is the other party?"

The jailer replied uncontrollably: "It's the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment in the capital! His name is Sima Hui, and he should be the back-up of Tingshulou in the imperial court. He is also Sima Hui's direct uncle..."

Gu Ze's expression was gloomy: "Sima Huan killed Qihualou's Rouge, so don't you need to subdue the law?"

The jailer laughed as if he had heard some joke: "Young master! You are so naive! Sima Huan has always been a bully in Xuancheng. Has he done any bad things? I'm afraid there are only pure and passionate people like you." Only people will regard him as a good friend who is a hero..."

Gu Ze is actually not naive, he just wants to protect himself wisely, and he is not interested in evil things in the world.

Gu Ze was silent for a while, then replied to Ling Xiao: "Let's go!"

Ling Xiao let go of the restraint in an instant, undoing the jailer's hypnotism, and then she followed Gu Ze to the outside of Xuancheng's cell.

The moonlight was still pale, shining on the person, with a somewhat gloomy look for no reason.

"Are you angry?" For some reason, Ling Xiao wanted to hear his feelings with his own ears.

Gu Ze shook his head: "Why should I be angry? Outsiders say that I like to fight against injustices. In fact, I am cold-hearted and ruthless, and I don't want to meddle in other people's business."

Ling Xiao was slightly taken aback: "No, what I mean is that you regard Sima Huan as a friend, but he keeps deceiving you and treating you like a fool."

Gu Ze's expression turned cold: "It's not too late to know now, it's normal to stumble and stumble after walking a lot."

Ling Xiao covered his lips with a smile and said, "You really are a sweetheart, you can see it through."

Gu Ze and Ling Xiao returned to the inn together, and they lived next door, so it was also a fate.

Ling Xiao returned to Room No. [-]. Sure enough, her luggage had been turned over and her hands and feet were tampered with. She found more than a dozen poisonous rainstorm pear blossom needles from the bed. Obviously, these poisonous needles were deliberately poisoned by the assassins. Put it here.

If you are pricked by these poisonous needles, you will soon be poisoned and die.

Doubi Xiaoqiang made a fuss in Ling Xiao's sea of ​​knowledge: Miss!This task does not seem to be easy.

Ling Xiao: Huh?

The little strong thief smiled and said: The original owner's wish is to save his own life, not to be killed by Ku Yemen. From this, it can be seen that the original owner has also begun to awaken and is no longer controlled by others.

Ling Xiao: Well, there is something wrong with the young owner of the famous sword villa.

Xiaoqiang asked leisurely: What's the problem?
Ling Xiao: Just tell me, is he the male villain of this plane?

Xiaoqiang seemed taken aback: Is this, young lady, too sensitive?

Ling Xiao: ...

Xiaoqiang hesitated for a moment: Actually, the main brain system did not ask me to tell you, but since the young lady has already asked, I can only check the data source.

Ling Xiao: What do you want?
Xiaoqiang replied aggrieved: Miss sister, you don't love me anymore!

In the early morning of the next day, Ling Xiao finished washing, ate a few white flour steamed buns and drank a bowl of japonica rice porridge, and then went to practice in the open space in the backyard.

Practicing is Ling Xiao's life habit, and it is also a way for her to release her mood.

She broke a branch from an old locust tree, her body was flying like a butterfly, her luck was free and her steps were steady, and she was as sassy as lightning!
Gu Ze stood at the window on the second floor, staring at her with admiration.

No wonder those black-clothed assassins have nothing to do with her. With this superb lightness kung fu, even the leader of the martial arts may not necessarily be her opponent!

(End of this chapter)