General, please be a loyal minister!

Zhao Ji counted his few "furniture belongings" and told his younger brothers one by one.

He took one last look at the place where he had lived since he was a child, and then left without looking back.

……

The bright red setting sun hangs in the sky, and the smoke from the kitchen rises from the cracks in the layers of green tiles.

The smell of human fireworks fills the streets and alleys, but nowhere is the home of foreigners.

Han Zhao sat in the tea shed outside the inn, waiting for the sky to engulf the colorful clouds, and for a pot of Pu'er to cool down.

——He is waiting for Zhao Ji.

When the last ray of bright light disappeared, the sky and the earth turned into a dim blue.

——Isn’t it coming?

Han Zhao stroked the rim of the teacup, not in a good mood.

1.0 Proposal: [Da Da, let's go to Emperor Ming. 】

That's all there is to it.

Han Zhao: "Yes."

However, just as Han Zhao put down the money and got up to leave, the shopkeeper's voice came: "Girl, the shop is about to be closed."

Responding to the shopkeeper was an alienated and indifferent female voice: "I'm here to find friends, and I won't stay long."

It was a delicate and slender young woman, dressed in a black dress, with daggers and hidden weapons hidden in her waist and legs—it was one of the 12 people Han Zhao had seen in the hut.

The woman also saw Han Zhao looking at her. She walked up to Han Zhao and said softly, "You are overdue. I was ordered to take you back."

When talking to Han Zhao, her voice was much softer than when answering the shopkeeper.

No, maybe it should be said when talking to Nineteen.

Han Zhao has no memory of Shijiu, so he doesn't know who this woman is, but he can tell that she has a good relationship with Shijiu.

Sure enough, the woman asked in the second sentence: "It is obviously the simplest task, why did it take so long?"

Han Zhao didn't respond immediately.

He was thinking about how to deal with the current situation, and whether he could take the opportunity to get something out of the woman's mouth.

He lowered his eyes and pretended to be embarrassed: "Some accidents happened... Did the master say anything?"

The woman sighed: "The master hasn't asked yet, but the second master is very upset. Be careful when you go back."

Er Ye?Who is this?

Han Zhao was puzzled, and changed his words: "I have failed their expectations."

The woman didn't continue what Han Zhao said, she didn't want to stay here any longer, so she just said, "Come back with me."

Han Zhao was taken aback. He had no intention of going back to that dangerous and unpredictable organization with the woman.

He didn't move, but asked, "What about the target? Give up?"

The woman replied: "Seventeen is going to clean up the mess for you, you have to go back to follow me immediately."

What!Anyone else coming?I went to find Zhao Ji!

Han Zhao's face changed when he heard the words, and he walked away.

However, the woman stopped him and asked, "Where are you going?"

Now that someone was rushing to kill Zhao Ji, Han Zhao had no time to stay and talk nonsense, so he said coldly, "Get out of the way."

However, Han Zhao's stern attitude made the woman confirm her guess.

Sure enough, it's no wonder that she always felt something was wrong when she saw Nineteen, and it's no wonder he was so slow to complete the task...

——He wanted to save the child's life!

She asked Han Zhao sharply, "Are you going to betray?"

"Don't be confused! Go back and admit your mistake with me!"

If you don't speculate, it's useless to talk more.

Han Zhao attacked the woman, but the woman sideways avoided Han Zhao's hand, and her gaze at Han Zhao became distressed.

And the shopkeeper in the shop hid under the counter after the two made their moves, trembling.

The woman didn't face Han Zhao's attack directly, but entangled Han Zhao so that he couldn't escape.

Han Zhao saw that her purpose was to stall for time.

He was so anxious that he directly pulled out the dagger from his waist and moved the knife.

However, the woman did not draw out her own dagger, but resisted with a flying knife as a concealed weapon.

The woman's martial arts were not as good as Han Zhao's, and she refused to use the weapons that were handy, so she fell short after a while.

However, just as Han Zhao's dagger was about to stab the woman, Han Zhao suddenly softened and let go of the dagger.

With a bang, Han Zhao's dagger fell to the ground.

Han Zhao only felt that his entire arm was numb.

Looking down, his arm was cut by a woman at some point, and a large part of his sleeve was stained red with blood, but he didn't realize it.

Definitely a very strong anesthetic.

Han Zhao's right hand was completely useless.

The woman seized the gap and counterattacked Han Zhao.

The anesthetic was so overbearing that Han Zhao found that not only his right arm, but even his right upper body began to be paralyzed.

In such a state, Han Zhao couldn't beat the woman at all, and he was defeated and subdued by her in a short time.

Seeing that Han Zhao temporarily lost the ability to resist, the woman stopped, took out a medicine bottle from her arms, and said:

"I didn't want to use the medicine on you, but the martial arts you showed just now made me have to be on guard. I don't know if you were hiding your clumsiness before or what - when I go back, I will intercede for you."

Han Zhao didn't know exactly what was in her bottle, but it was probably medicine that made him lose his ability to resist.

At this moment, he can't lose. If Zhao Ji dies here, it will be over.

Just when the woman was about to pour the medicine into Han Zhao's mouth, he exerted all his strength and kicked the woman down with a sweep of his leg. At the same time, he drew the knife from the woman's waist with his left hand and stabbed her in the abdomen.

However, for some reason, the moment he pierced in, he subconsciously deviated from the vital position.

——Perhaps it was because of the friendliness shown by the woman to Shijiu just now.

The vial fell to the floor, and the liquid inside spilled out, wetting a small area of ​​the floor.

The woman looked at the knife in her abdomen, with an expression of disbelief on her face: "Nineteen, why?"

She never thought that Nineteen would use this knife, nor that Nineteen would—kill her!

Han Zhao didn't answer the woman's question, but pulled out his knife and got up, holding his right arm and staggering towards the ruined temple where Zhao Jiji lived.

……

After bidding farewell to the little beggars, Zhao Ji went straight to the inn where Han Zhao lived. Although Han Zhao never told Zhao Ji where he lived, Yicheng was so big, and Zhao Ji’s eyes and ears, Han Zhao, lived there. He knew it within half a day after entering.

Han Zhao said that he would leave when the city gate was closed, and it was still early, so if he walked faster, he would never be late.

Just walking around, Zhao Ji realized that something was wrong, he was too familiar with Yicheng.

He counted everyone who appeared on that street, but he saw a strange man in black when he turned his head and turned many times.

Zhao Ji was vigilant, and secretly walked towards the crowded place.

However, it was evening at this time, and even the busiest market during the day began to cool down.

As I walked, I realized that there was no one left - except for the man in black who was leaning over from behind.

Zhao Ji pretended to accidentally drop the money on the ground, and when he bent down to pick it up, he grabbed a handful of sand.

When the man approached, he turned around and threw him in the face, then ran away.

Shi Qi avoided Zhao Ji's sand and gave Zhao Ji a moment to escape.

He didn't care, for him, it was only a moment to catch up anyway, and he didn't even need to chase.

Zhao Ji yelled loudly while running on the street: "It's on fire! Help!"

Seeing the children fleeing desperately in front of him, Shi Qi leisurely pulled out a throwing knife and threw it at Zhao Ji's leg.

Zhao Ji suddenly felt his calf being hit by something, he lost his balance while suffering the pain, and fell forward, but at this moment all he could do was close his eyes.

——God dies me too!

The pain of touching the ground did not come - he crashed into a cold embrace.

Zhao Ji opened his eyes and saw the handsome and flamboyant face of the evil star, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Someone is going to kill me!" Zhao Ji rushed to Han Zhao for help, but he didn't notice the dependence and trust in his tone when he said this.

The person who had always made him fear gave him an indescribable sense of security at this moment.

——But this sense of security seems a little thin.

Zhao Ji took away the hands holding Han Zhao's waist, thinking: I didn't expect Xie Xing's waist to be so thin.

It was only when Han Zhao heard Zhao Ji's cry for help from a distance that he arrived in such a timely manner.

The boy is indeed clever, but... he is very dirty.

Han Zhao gave Zhao Ji who was hugging him a disgusted look, and said, "You can let go. Otherwise, the person behind you will have a chance to shoot us right through with the crossbow/arrow on his wrist. I don't care." I don’t want to die, let alone die with you in this posture.”

It seems that Han Zhao is not born with good words, no matter what he wants to express, he will be irritated when he says it.

Zhao Ji was so angry at these words that he let go of his hand angrily, and retreated from Han Zhao's embrace.

Han Zhao didn't care if Zhao Ji was angry or not, he just ordered, "Go and hide aside, if I can't beat you, run away."

After speaking, he held the dagger and walked towards Seventeen.

Shi Qi was a mute, and he was surprised to see Han Zhao appearing and protecting Zhao Ji, but he would not or would not be able to reveal Han Zhao's identity.

He didn't understand why Twelve couldn't stop Nineteen, that woman softened again?

But he didn't care about it very quickly—all those who blocked the mission were killed.

Thinking of this, he grabbed the lancet at his waist and rushed forward to fight with Han Zhao.

Han Zhao's right hand was still under anesthesia, and he couldn't use his strength at all. After a while, he was forced to retreat by Seventeen.

Dozens of strokes between him and Shiqi resulted in injuries all over his body, but he only scratched the shirt on Shiqi's chest, leaving a small gash on the opponent's chest.

Just when Han Zhao thought he would be defeated and began to regret this fruitless rebirth, Shi Qi suddenly fell to his knees and stopped attacking.

anesthetic!Han Zhao immediately thought of the anesthetic that paralyzed half of his body with just a finger-long wound on the twelve flying knives.

The dagger is also hers, so it's not surprising that it has the same kind of anesthetic.

However, he changed his mind when he saw Seventeen's dark lips.

No, it's poison!

No wonder that woman refused to draw the knife just now, because she didn't want to hurt Shijiu's life.

But she was stabbed by himself with a dagger——

Realizing that it might be a waste of effort to keep his hands, Han Zhao felt regret, but it was thinner than the green smoke from the top of the incense burner, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Worried that the poison would not be fatal, Han Zhao walked to Shiqi's side and cut Shiqi's throat with a dagger.

Blood spattered out, and within a square inch, a blood rain fell, drenching Han Zhao all over...

When had Zhao Ji seen such a bloody scene? Looking at the bloody man in the twilight, he felt as if he saw a ghost crawling out of hell.

His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he could not speak a word.

Is he Shura?

Han Zhao turned around and was surprised to find that Zhao Ji hadn't escaped yet.

He shrank behind the wall, poked out half of his face, and watched Han Zhao closely. His clear and frightened eyes made him look like a frightened cub.

It was rare for Han Zhao to find Zhao Ji's appearance pleasing to the eye. He dragged his body, which had become bulky from the anesthetic, slowly walked in front of Zhao Ji, and stretched out his hand towards him.

Zhao Ji took a step back in fright from Han Zhao who was covered in blood.

But he didn't turn around and run away, but looked at the bloody hand after hesitating for a moment and put it into Han Zhao's palm.

Whether it is Shura or evil spirits, Zhao Ji's ideal is not to be a good person anyway.

The author has something to say: Liu Ji: My ideal, Liu Mingdi Ji, is not to be a good person!

Han Zhao: My ideal, Han Chongguang Zhao, is to be a power minister who bullies the emperor!

Liu Ji (lying flat on the spot): Master, come quickly!

Han Zhao: ...Can I poke him to death?

1.0: Great, calm down!