A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

As soon as Huolongguo left, Guaguamei and Little Fox could not wait to jump out of the bed one after another. Guaguamei blinked her big eyes and kept sniffing: "Little brother, I want little brother, I want!" She waved her hands excitedly, her face full of desire.

The little fox also shouted, "Little sister, I want it, little sister, I want it!" He jumped around like a happy little rabbit.

Sikong Yan slowly sat up from the coffin, watching the two little ones jumping around in front of him, they were really happy. A relieved smile appeared on his face, and all his worries were temporarily thrown behind him.

Shui Qinglian and Xiao Sanlang lifted the curtain and laughed, "It's really lively!" Shui Qinglian had a gentle smile on her face and her eyes were full of curiosity. Xiao Sanlang laughed heartily with his hands folded in front of his chest.

At this time, Han Mingguang came over in a carriage. Hearing the noise in the carriage, he shouted, "There's a thief, there's a thief!" Han Mingguang's face was full of exaggerated fear, and his hands kept waving.

The noisy sound of the hearse carriage immediately died down, returning to its original tranquility.

Shui Qinglian and Xiao Sanlang sat in the swaying carriage, like two curious cats, their heads constantly stretched out to look out. Shui Qinglian's eyes were wide open, full of curiosity, one hand was still clinging to the window edge, while Xiao Sanlang squinted his eyes, looked nervous, and leaned forward.

Han Mingguang came forward with a serious face, frowning, eyes full of reproach, and said in a low voice: "You are so restless, peeking around like this, aren't you obviously going to be exposed?" As he said this, he put his hands on his hips and stamped his feet in anger.

Shui Qinglian blinked her big eyes and asked in a voice as small as a mosquito's hum: "My master doesn't go to every tent like a pig?"

His face was full of curiosity, his head continued to lean out, and he scratched his head from time to time.

"He is not as stupid as you say! He came to my tent to harm people." Han Mingguang said as he jumped off the carriage swiftly, walked quickly to them, and waved his hands.

"Ah?" Xiao Sizhe poked his head out from the car curtain in surprise. He looked like a frightened little rabbit, with his eyes wide open and his mouth open. "Is Lord Han injured?" He widened his eyes, his face full of concern, and his body leaned forward unconsciously.

"Luckily the moon is new! Otherwise I would have lost my head and never seen you again. You still dare to make noise here, be careful if he finds you, he will definitely accuse you of deceiving the emperor, and your fake death will become real death, wouldn't our plan be completely in vain?"

Han Mingguang frowned, his face full of reproach, gesturing with his hands constantly, his face flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead, and he pointed at them.

Xiao Sanlang shrank his neck, looking guilty, and whispered: "What Minister Han said is right, we were negligent. But you came out this time, is it because that old villain, the Imperial Master, occupied your tent and drove you out?"

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Han Mingguang with a hint of temptation in his eyes and scratched the back of his head.

"There's no need to say more. Let's prepare for the assassination attempt by the National Master Na Xing! Make plans quickly." Han Mingguang waved his hand with a serious expression and a firm gaze, then paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.

It was almost curfew, and the snowflakes in the sky were fluttering like dandruff shaving off the head of a god, and the cold wind was blowing, making the curtains of the carriage sway constantly.

Xiao Sizha blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "Then let him come! This time it's just as he wishes. General Xiao, get two clean pieces of wood and let him have some fun tonight, so he won't have to worry about it every day!"

His face was filled with an innocent yet somewhat cunning smile, his mouth corners raised, his eyes flashed with excitement, and he clapped his hands.

The three of them looked at each other. They didn't expect that this child, who was less than seven years old, had such a thorough idea. It made the adults look like useless decorations. Han Mingguang was surprised, while Xiao Sanlang smiled awkwardly and touched his nose.

No one dared to delay and quickly made arrangements, and the area around the carriage returned to its previous state.

In his room, the Imperial Master hurriedly put on his nightgown, wrapping himself up tightly, leaving only his eyes exposed. His clumsy movements were like a turtle putting on a shell, tugging at the corners of his clothes and tying his belt. He held the long silver needle tightly in his hand, which could only be used as a weapon, and then he covered his body with silver needles and poisons. He looked so cautious, as if he was fiddling with the most precious treasures, and his hands kept shaking. As he prepared, he muttered, "Humph, this time I must succeed."

His martial arts skills cannot be shown too much. He was afraid of getting hurt, so he had already put on protective clothing. He almost fell down when he put it on. He only practiced the second level of his Golden Bell Cover when he encountered a bottleneck. Thinking of this, he couldn't help cursing a few words, his face was gloomy, his brows were furrowed, and he punched the table.

It took nearly half an incense stick of time to prepare all these. After everything was ready, he took a deep breath and jumped out of the window. His posture was so funny, like a clumsy duck flying up and stumbling when landing.

The Imperial Master paused for a moment, his feet stuck in place as if glued, and he was wondering in his heart, "Is it because of a bad start?" He couldn't help but doubt, and a hint of hesitation like a frost-bitten eggplant appeared on his face, which was originally full of confidence. The cold in the north naturally greatly reduced the flexibility.

He frowned and his eyes rolled around, looking like a cunning fox racking his brains to think of some dirty trick.

With my martial arts skills, if I claim to be the third, no one would dare to claim to be the second! I just used acupuncture to suppress my skills by 50%, which was more than enough to deal with Xiao Sanlang's shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

Thinking of this, he straightened his chest, like a proud rooster, to give himself courage. He stood still, and the surroundings were as dark as an upside-down iron pot, and he couldn't see his hand in front of him.

The "dandruff" in the sky is still falling down, and snowflakes are dancing in the air like naughty little dolls.

The cold wind blew, making the corners of his clothes dance like demons. This bad weather could not stop his "throbbing heart" at all!

He leaped up like an agile monkey, lightly jumped over several tents, and hid on the roof of the big tent behind the coffin carriage.

Like a cunning cat, he quietly poked his head out, his small green bean-like eyes moving around cunningly, observing the situation around the carriage.