Empress, don't make trouble, I'm really a gentleman

When Ji Wuchen returned to the General's Mansion, Fu An had already woken up.

He has a strong body, and the dagger didn't penetrate very deep before it was stuck by the muscles.

He was in a coma, all because of the toxin.

The trauma was not serious, and the system's "Niuhuang Jiedu Pill" had a significant effect. When Fu An woke up, he was in good health and could run and jump.

"I'm really fine, you see, how good I am now, I can use my true energy at will."

The vicious dog in the capital was surrounded by a group of people at the moment, except Qinglong Baihu and others, even Mu Baifan came to see him.

Five people packed the room tightly.

This made him feel like a rare and exotic beast being watched, and he was quite aggrieved.

Qinglong looked serious.

"Don't take it lightly, the doctor said, although there is nothing wrong now, it's better to be cautious and get more rest."

Bai Hu nodded, and forced Fu An to get up.

"Don't move! Listen to the boss, the boss is right, if you want to rest more, just lie down obediently."

Fu'an wanted to cry but had no tears.

"It doesn't matter, the poison on Fu An's body has been cured, and now he can move freely."

Ji Wuchen walked into the room and said something lightly.

The people in the room turned their heads instantly.

"Captain (Master)!"

Ji Wuchen nodded, walked over, and helped Fu An up.

"I've found out what happened. It was the people from the Marquis of Qing'an who did it."

"Marquis of Qing'an!"

Qinglong repeated the sentence bitterly, a ray of resentment and anger flashed in his eyes.

They have a very good relationship. Although they are not related by blood, they are no different from real brothers. Fu An was injured and almost died. This group of people naturally hated the murderer to the extreme.

He didn't ask if he wanted to take revenge, but just looked at Ji Wuchen.

Qinglong knew that Nangong Yi had a special status, and taking revenge rashly might have irreversible consequences.

He believed that Ji Wuchen would make the most reasonable decision.

Like, the old master.

Ji Wuchen smiled at them.

"Let's all go eat something. When we're full, let's go to Qing'anhou's Mansion. Everyone, take them with you."

Several people trembled in their hearts, raised their heads, and there was a strange light in their eyes.

Once upon a time, the Tiance Camp was a taboo existence in the Celestial Dynasty. Once the Tiance Camp came out, the whole world trembled!

Now that they have reorganized, the glory is gone, and this is the first time that they have been dispatched collectively!
Only Mu Baifan looked worried.

"master……"

She didn't say much, just called softly.

Ji Wuchen smiled at her.

"Don't be afraid, I know what's on my mind."

A group of people left immediately, including Fu An, who was lying on the bed, got up and got out of bed after the master agreed.

Beside the bronze mirror, Mu Baifan's eyes were filled with tenderness, and he gently helped Ji Wuchen put on his clothes.

The man in the mirror is handsome, with fair skin and deep eyes.

He held down Mu Baifan's snow-white little hand and stroked it gently.

My own skin is really good.

A strange arc was drawn at the corner of Ji Wuchen's mouth.

He has a special temperament, very dangerous, but full of charm.

This is by no means the temperament that a contemporary marketing college student should have. Maybe, it is really brought by blood.

Ji Wuchen closed his eyes slowly, fully feeling his body, feeling that majestic power.

……

Qing'anhou Mansion...

Nangong Yi was a little angry and patted the table hard.

"You said that you will kill Ji Wuchen! If you can't kill him, the deposit will be refunded!"

Sitting opposite him was a man with a black cloth mask.

The man remained calm.

"The information you provided is wrong. Ji Wuchen is not a ninth-rank grandmaster. His strength is at least seventh-rank. Because of your mistake, we lost a black-rank assassin, so the deposit will not be refunded, and we will ask you for compensation .”

Nangong Yi was surprisingly annoyed, staring at the man in front of him.

For him, if Ji Wuchen dies, then naturally nothing will happen, General Tiance's mansion will fall into a state of no owner again, and Wang Yong and others will not seek revenge from him for a dead person——Ji Wuchen is now It is not flattering in front of Wang Yong.

However, once Ji Wuchen survived, he would have to face the revenge of a first-rank super general!

Whether he has evidence or not!

In the days to come, there may be many troubles.

Damn commoners will!If the third elder hadn't left, would I need to find you?

Nangong Yi thought fiercely.

His eyes made the man's eyes slightly cold.

The man snorted coldly, and wanted to say something, but suddenly his expression changed, and his eyes became intriguing.

His figure flickered, and he disappeared at a speed that the retina could not catch, leaving the Qing'anhou Mansion.

Nangong Yi was taken aback, stood up, and wanted to search.

At this time, a servant ran over in a panic, knelt down on the ground with a "plop", and said in panic:

"Master Hou! It's not good! We are surrounded by people!"

Nangong Yi was furious.

"Who dares to surround us? Don't you want to live?"

The servant prostrated himself on the ground, tremblingly said: "Yes, it's Ji Wuchen and his gang! They brought hundreds of people and surrounded the Hou's mansion, not letting anyone out!"

Nangong Yi's heart skipped a beat.

He knew that Ji Wuchen would take revenge, but he didn't expect that the revenge would come so fast that people were caught off guard.

"I'll go out and have a look... call Nan Ming to follow."

Nan Ming is a martial arts master enshrined by the Qing'an Hou Mansion. Now he has reached the realm of an eighth-rank master, and has been immersed in this realm for more than ten years. His cultivation is unfathomable.

The servant agreed, got up in a hurry, and called Nan Ming to come over, and Nangong Yi walked out in peace.

Nan Ming is a white-headed old man with a thin body, but his eyes are piercing.

With a sense of pride, he followed Nangong Yi.

Nangong Yi forced a smile on his face.

"Master Nanming, I need your help later."

Nan Ming nodded proudly.

"Don't worry, I already know the matter. Even if Ji Wuchen is already a grandmaster, he is only a ninth rank. I can deal with him with one hand. As for the hundred or so people, hehe, he is a chicken and a dog."

Seeing Nan Ming's confident appearance, Nangong Yi also felt relieved.

He has self-cultivation, but he is only a fourth-rank martial artist. In his opinion, the reason why the Commoner Society failed was because the people they sent were just filling their numbers.

A rank-ninth master, going to kill a warrior of the same realm, and the warrior is protected by his guards... Isn't it normal for the assassination to fail?
If he knew that the assassin who was pretending to be a fake had successfully assassinated an eighth-rank grandmaster and got away with it, he wouldn't think so.

Nangong Yi led a group of people to the gate aggressively.

There, Ji Wuchen had brought five team leaders, and Mu Baifan had been waiting for a long time.

Ji Wuchen at the front was dressed in black, without armor, his hair was blown by the evening wind, his aura was stern and sharp, like an emotionless god of death, looking indifferently at the Qing'an Hou Mansion in front of him.

Tonight, he was destined to see blood, otherwise, the hatred in his heart would be incomprehensible.