There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 410 Not Negotiable (Fourth Change)

Fang Bie walked staggeringly.

Vision in the dark is also somewhat blurred.

Of course, at least Fang Bing's brain is still functioning awake.

The poison in Ning Huan's Bone Erosion Sword was terrifying.

In fact, for the current Fang Bie, there are very few poisons that can threaten him.

But this bone erosion sword is different.

After all, it is Ning Huan's favorite weapon, and it also contains the world's most terrifying poison.

Those poisons were hidden in the fragments of the Bone Corrosion Sword, and then entered the body along with the blood, carrying extremely strong paralysis, making people slow in movement and difficult to breathe.

Even though Fang Bie was trying his best to use his internal energy to try to keep his qi and blood from attacking his heart, but in the tug-of-war of ebb and flow in his body, Fang Bie was no longer able to bear another battle.

Even though Lu Yuan might not be as powerful as Ning Huan, but to be able to silently follow the two of them and watch the battle as the last fisherman and oriole, this man's forbearance and calmness are enough Let Fang not respect.

He has already fixed the steps for Fang, if he doesn't go down, then it will only be a battle of swords and soldiers.

Fang Bie did not return directly to Los Angeles, and his current state was no longer strong enough to climb the city wall of Los Angeles.

But everything is still planned.

When Fang Bie came to a remote part of the city wall of Luo City, he also raised his hand and blew a soft whistle, and then Huo Ying floated down from the city wall to the ground.

She looked at Fang Bie's expression, and stepped forward without saying a word. Fang Bie also raised his right hand wisely, so that the other party could see his right hand riddled with holes.

Huo Ying was really distressed at that moment.

She pursed her lips and grabbed Fang Bie's hand to check: "It's very poisonous."

Saying this, she thought for a moment, then took out a small porcelain bottle from her waist, uncorked the bottle and looked at Fang Bie: "Open your mouth."

Fang Bie opened his mouth, and Huo Ying poured all the liquid in the small porcelain bottle into Fang Bie's mouth, the mouth felt cold and sweet, and it flowed into the stomach like a line of ice.

I don't know what the liquid in the porcelain bottle is, but after drinking it, the numbness in Fang Bie's arms and whole body instantly eased a lot.

"What kind of poison is this?" Fang Bie asked.

"Ning Huan's own poison." Huo Ying shook her head and said, "I have never seen such a poison, but this poison is extracted from a variety of poisonous flowers, poisonous plants and poisonous insects, mandala, manjusawa, King cobra, golden thread snake, thousand-footed golden centipede, devil scorpion, and some poisons that even I can't distinguish."

"So there is no way to prescribe the right medicine. You can only rely on your own internal strength to resist. I can only exert some help and influence."

Fang Bie nodded—although Huo Ying told the truth, she was sometimes too modest. If Huo Ying had no way to deal with this kind of poison, then probably no one in the world could do it.

"That's right." Huo Ying sprinkled white medicinal powder on Fang Bie's right hand, and then wrapped it with gauze.

"How is Ning Huan?"

"Maybe dead." Fang Bie shook his head and smiled: "Maybe not."

"Maybe?" Huo Ying felt unimaginable.

Fang Bie will also say maybe these two words?

"Someone saved him." Fang Bie continued.

Fang Bie didn't say the person's name because it wasn't necessary.

"Can't beat it?" Huo Ying continued to ask.

"I don't know, mainly because I don't want to fight." Fang Bie looked at the sky and smiled.

"By the way, what happened to Sheng Junqian?" Fang Bie mentioned Sheng Junqian for the first time.

Ever since Fang Bie returned to Los Angeles, Sheng Junqian seemed to have disappeared.

In fighting beast chess, elephants, lions, tigers, leopards, wolves, cats and mice all have their own place.

Only Sheng Junqian was silent.

Although it sounds a bit like cursing.

But the thing is such a thing.

"Fortunately, we have intercepted several waves of informers, but it is not a long-term solution after all." Huo Ying said softly.

"Paper can't contain fire." Fang Bie sighed: "The imperial court will eventually find out, after all, whether it's a Taoist in Tsing Yi or a wine monk, they are ordered to protect the sky from aging, and to find the pure glaze. will not be forgotten."

"That saint, who knows where he has gone?"

Fang Bie did not mention that the person who snatched Ning Huan's undead body was Lu Yuan of Jin Yiwei.

Because it's useless to talk now.

As well as Lu Yuan's attitude, it also makes people feel vague and ambiguous.

His last words imply that he is still loyal to the dead Master Xue, and similarly, the best way to prove his loyalty to the emperor is also to make things difficult for the orphan girl left behind by Master Xue.

However, if we only talk about results, after Xue Ling's only big tree fell, she not only survived in Jinyiwei, but also justifiably sent out of Yanjing, a place of right and wrong. Isn't it the only lifeline?

Huo Ying nodded, didn't say anything else, just leaned slightly, and put Fang Bie's arm on her shoulder.

The two drifted away in the dark night.

……

……

Unlike Huo Ying who supported the poisoned Fang Bie with half of his shoulders, on Lu Yuan's side, he stood still and looked at Ning Huan who seemed to have lost all his breath.

Ning Huan first got Fang Bie's sword in the abdomen, and then got a short-range shot in the forehead, and fell backward like a mountain.

His appearance is no longer that of the handsome young man with a crown-like face, and of course he is no longer the stern, majestic and terrifying middle-aged man who fought against Fang Bie in the end.

Now Ning Huan, what fell down in the red dress was an old and decayed body, all the strength seemed to be lost from this body, leaving only the dry body itself.

"Is this the Yin-Yang Great Compassion Fu?" Lu Yuan looked at Ning Huan's body with emotion.

Then he bent down, like holding up a pagoda, and lifted Ning Huan's body from the middle to his right hand.

Then he turned his back to Los Angeles and left.

No one knew where he was going, but of course he wouldn't be returning to Los Angeles.

The starry night was lonely, when Lu Yuan was about to disappear into the darkness.

In front of him, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

"Put down what's in your hand."

"you can go now."

Lu Yuan looked at the place where the sound came from, and saw a vague figure standing on the top of the big tree in front of him. She was wearing an emerald green gauze dress, and her expression could not be seen clearly in the dark night.

Her body undulated slightly with the treetops, but she didn't waver at all.

There was only a bright long sword in her hand, flickering light and dark.

Lu Yuan stopped and looked at the other party: "Is there any discussion?"

Facing the person in front of him, when he realized who the other person was, he really didn't even try to resist at all.

He Ping smiled on the tree.

"terribly sorry."

"Not negotiable."

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