After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

There is no one who doesn't want to live.

Even the most vicious killer is no exception.

At this moment, he finally understood the feelings of those who had begged for mercy under his knife.

When death is imminent, what dignity do you need?

Bater's legs were broken and he could not move, otherwise he would definitely get up and kowtow to Yan Changqing.

"General, if you're afraid I'll get in the way, why don't you knock me out?"

He looked at Yan Changqing with the most anxious eyes: "I know you are not short of money, but as long as you let me go, I will give you all my gold."

"And you see, I can also go to King Ruyang and get information for you."

He was trying to prove one thing - he was very useful, and it would be more cost-effective for Yan Changqing to keep him than to kill him.

Yan Changqing smiled faintly and raised his chin towards him.

Battelle felt relieved.

Thanks to his rich experience, he was able to escape death several times and find a way out of crises.

These big shots always need a good and sharp knife to do their dirty work.

As for the injuries on his body.

It’s okay. He’s been through worse things than this, and he got through it all, didn’t he?

As long as you don't die, any injury can be healed.

Yan Changqing raised his hand, holding his poisoned dagger.

Bater's smile froze on his face, and he said awkwardly: "General, I really didn't know it was you. If I knew, I wouldn't dare to do it even if I had a hundred guts!"

"This dagger is very handy. If you like it, you can give it to the general. It is also a small token of my appreciation."

Yan Changqing said "hmm", raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is it very handy? Let me try it first."

Then, he raised his right hand, and the dagger shot out silently, accurately piercing Bater's heart.

"puff--"

There was a muffled sound, and Battelle lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the trembling handle of the dagger on his chest, and watching the blood gushing out from the fatal wound, slowly turning from bright red to red and black.

That is the phenomenon of poisoning.

He belatedly thought: I'm going to die.

He died just like that.

As a man in the world, he was not arrogant enough to think that he could always be safe and sound.

He had even imagined how he would die, each of which would be spectacular.

I never thought that I would die quietly in a storage room.

He used up his last bit of strength to raise his head and stared at Yan Changqing, his eyes full of accusations and vicious curses.

Yan Changqing remained unmoved.

When dealing with his enemies, he doesn't know what it means to be merciful.

His trust is never given easily.

The best way to eliminate a threat is to turn it into a corpse.

At the same time, the dead are the best secret keepers.

Even if Battelle is still useful, they are just trivial matters that have nothing to do with the overall situation and don't matter.

While waiting for Bater to die, he put on his helmet, adjusted the false beard he had pasted on for camouflage, and became the Tibetan captain again.

The poison on the dagger is very strong.

Battelle never dreamed that he would die at the hands of his own weapon, which showed no mercy when poisoning him.

No matter how poisonous it is, it will come.

The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unhappy.

It actually only took a short time of about an incense stick from the time the poison spread to the time of complete death, but because of the excessive pain, his perception was infinitely prolonged.

Convulsions, convulsions, foaming at the mouth, and bleeding from all seven orifices.

Compared to the onset of the poison, the joints that had been shattered by Yan Changqing before seemed less painful.

The moment he lost consciousness, what he was thinking was: Great, I am finally free.

Seeing that Battelle's body was completely still, Yan Changqing stepped forward and searched his body.

They found a detailed map of the City Lord's Mansion and Juyan City, a bottle of elixir, and a box of hidden weapons, including fire bombs, smoke bombs, and iron lily, all of which were good props for creating chaos and escaping.

Yan Changqing put the dagger in his pocket with satisfaction, and finally pulled it out from his body, wiped the blood off with Bater's clothes, and put it in his boot.

He never lacked weapons, but being in the Tibetan sphere of influence, these props he used to travel the world were undoubtedly his best helpers.

As for the corpse, just drag it to a dark corner where it can't be seen from the door.

After today, Pabala no longer cared about the affairs of the City Lord's Mansion.

In the theater.

With the departure of Muktans and Princess Dajing one after another, and the bloody loss of a life, the lively and festive atmosphere was inexplicably filled with a hint of ominousness.

Of course, no one present wanted to offend Pabala and refused to mention what had just happened.

But the less you mention it, the more deliberate it becomes.

The actors on the stage were performing with all their might.

Just as a man went down who won applause by climbing a rope in the air, another man came up who could perform fireballs on stilts.

It's absolutely wonderful.

However, although Pabala seemed to be enjoying himself, he could no longer suppress his anger.

They have been gone for so long, why haven’t they come back yet!

He waved his hand for his confidants to come over and look for the two people separately.

The wizard's yard was spacious and luxurious, matching his status.

No matter how much Pabala disliked him, he was still a distinguished guest sent by the Regent to attend the ceremony, so naturally there had to be a corresponding ceremony.

At this moment, the wizard gave an order and all the servants were sent out.

Who dares to disturb the wizard's communication with the gods?

Yan Shouzhuo was guarding outside the door, while Qingbai took advantage of no one's attention and quietly climbed to the top of a tree closest to the back window, secretly protecting Yan Shiyan's safety.

After taking a look at the sky outside, Yan Shiyan followed the wizard's instructions, sitting cross-legged on the ground and silently calculating the time in his mind.

It’s not the agreed time yet, no rush.

He was in no hurry, and neither was the wizard.

Both of them delayed time tacitly.

“Chirp—Chirp”

A series of clear chirps of young birds came from Qingbai's mouth.

She saw the people sent by Raipala.

We can't delay any longer, we have to change our plans.

Yan Shiyan slowly opened his eyes, his beautiful eyes flashing with an indifferent light, like an iceberg that had not melted for thousands of years, reflecting the cold light.

"Master Wizard."

He looked at the wizard who was sitting opposite him, pretending to listen to the apocalypse, and asked, "Are you not done yet?"

The wizard opened his eyes and said in an impatient tone: "My teachings are profound and abstruse. Miss Muk, you'd better be patient. It will be in your favor."

In fact, he was also getting impatient.

But as a Bon wizard, I can't just leave when someone urges me to.

He was about to close his eyes again when Yan Shiyan stood up and sat down again half a step in front of him.

The distance was so close that two people could touch each other with just a stretch of their hands.

The wizard's heart skipped a beat, and he was speechless for a moment as he looked at the face so close to him.

He knew that the noble lady from Loulan was extremely beautiful, but it was not until he was close enough to her that he could appreciate her beauty.

Her skin was as white as jade, without any flaws.

Not to mention those narrow and long phoenix eyes, which were both cold and charming.

Bon religion does not abstain from sex, but he considered himself not a person who was obsessed with beauty, but at this moment he was stunned.

"Master Wizard."

Yan Shiyan called him again, and he instinctively let out an "ah".

"Tuk-"

A poisonous needle flew in, passed through his open mouth, and pierced the base of his tongue.