Rescue the loyal dog system

"I'm used to sleeping alone." Gu Wuyi's words are true. Most people in the organization are solitary and don't like to be tied up. If there are too many ties, the danger will be more.

But Gu Wuyi is different, longing for someone to accompany, but no one is willing to accompany, because other people have already identified themselves as people in the dark, and they have a kind of disdain or jealousy for those who still have light in their hearts and yearn for the light .

Thinking of walking alone in the world at the beginning, Gu Wuyi's expression became a little cold, and Song Zhixin once again saw Gu Wuyi's eyes were a little confused and lonely, and his whole person's aura became indifferent, chilling, and indifferent to everything.

Song Zhixin had some guesses in his heart, he was used to hiding, he was used to sleeping alone and wandering outside, so he might not be a gentleman.

However, even though they spent a lot of time together, Song Zhixin felt that the other party was not a bad person, even if it was stealing, it must be stealing money from those wicked people.

From a certain point of view, Song Zhixin's guess is also good, now Gu Wuyi is sleeping on the beam of the other party's house every day.

"Gulu..." Song Zhixin was about to say something when she blushed at the sound.

"Are you hungry? Wait for me." Gu Wuyi withdrew his thoughts of flying away, let Song Zhixin lie down, then stroked her hair, then got up and went out.

Along the way, Gu Wuyi was very careful not to let other people find him. When he got to the kitchen, there were only a few old chefs packing up his things.

Taking advantage of several people turning their heads, Gu Wuyi turned in through the window, climbed up the beam with his toes, and keenly noticed something was wrong.

These old servants walked steadily, breathed long and powerfully, and they were all masters of lightness kung fu. In the past, Gu Wuyi only appeared when everyone left the kitchen, so he didn't notice this problem. Looking at it now, he was a little startled.

Gu Wuyi held his breath and didn't dare to move again. It seems that the observations of the past few days are still negligent. Even the lightness skills of a few cooks are so good. It seems that this Song Confucian student is not just the richest man in Zhou Town. He even suspects that Song Confucianism already knows his existence.

While Gu Wuyi was observing, something happened suddenly. Two groups of men in black were fighting outside the courtyard, approaching the kitchen.

Zhang Bo's ears moved, he paused for cleaning, and then continued to chat with Li Bo, but when his arm patted Li Bo's shoulder, his thumb swiped.

"Old Zhang, this water is a bit dirty. I'll pour it out!" Uncle Li understood, laughed, and bent down to lift the wooden bucket. It seemed that the bucket was too heavy, and he staggered a bit, slowly turning towards the black. Clothes are approaching.

"Uncle Li! Uncle Li, don't go over there." The servant saw him from a distance, and hurriedly shouted, remembering Uncle Li's deaf ears, he stamped his feet, furious but didn't dare to go over.

Fu Lu saw the man in black beating more and more fiercely, his legs trembled in fright, he swallowed, turned around and ran to the study, shouting loudly as he ran.

Uncle Li was carrying a bucket of water, his steps were unsteady, but his eyes were extremely sharp. The hand holding the wooden handle exerted force and made deep fingerprints, which was caused by extremely strong internal force.

"Ouch." Uncle Li pretended to be tripped by a stone, and the wooden barrel flew straight out, hitting a man in black and knocking him to the ground.

Li Bo bent his knees, dodged the hidden weapon that was shot at him, patted the dust on his body, and cried out in pain: "This old bone of mine..."

Uncle Li lowered his head and rubbed his waist, but the stone in his right hand knocked down a man in black from behind, and made the man in black realize that something was wrong.

Why is this old man still rubbing his waist?

The two men in black looked at each other, then changed the attack direction and stabbed Uncle Li. Seeing that there was no one else around, Uncle Li did not hide his strength.

Not at all the approachable look in the kitchen just now, with an indifferent expression, like a cat catching a mouse, playing around with the two men in black. His lightness kung fu has the same effect, but it is more natural and unrestrained.

This side was easy to handle, but Jiang Zisu was in trouble, the three were surrounded, and a man in black took advantage of Jiang Zisu and his group's weapons being entangled, threw a poison dart and shot it at Jiang Zisu's shoulder.

"Ding....."

Seeing that the poison dart was about to hit him, he saw a leaf flying out from the darkness and shot it down.

From Gu Wuyi's point of view, it happened that Song Confucian scholars could be seen hiding in the dark.Picking leaves and flying flowers, this Song Confucian scholar is indeed not an ordinary person.

The leaves are fragile, and the meridians are easy to break. Picking leaves and flying flowers requires pouring in internal force. If there is no deep internal force and precise grasp, it is impossible to use it at all. Gu Wuyi looked at the leaves that collided with the dark dart on the ground but were not damaged, Secretly startled.

"My lord, go away!" Although Wang Wei saw that the other party was missing two people, there were not many guards left around him, so he picked up the point of the stabbed sword and let Jiang Zisu go first.

Jiang Zisu saw how extraordinary this old man was, nodded his head, and fled from the other side.Gu Wuyi was continuing to observe Uncle Li's footwork when he suddenly saw a man in black fleeing in the direction of Runxiang Pavilion.

Startled, he also forgot to learn martial arts, and chased after the man in black. When Wang Peng saw a woman chasing Jiang Zisu, he thought it was an assassin sent by the other party, and quickly threw a dart.

But at the moment Gu Wuyi evaded, Jiang Zisu had already disappeared.

"Don't talk." Jiang Zisu threatened Song Zhixin with his sword across Song Zhixin's neck.

Seeing that Gu Wuyi hadn't come back, Song Zhixin wanted to go out to look for it, but he didn't expect to hear a familiar voice, even the words and even the tone of voice were exactly the same as before.

Song Zhixin nodded, and then pretended to glance at Jiang Zisu inadvertently, but he didn't find the wound, and his eyes were a little surprised and a little confused.

Seeing that Song Zhixin was not noisy, Jiang Zisu continued: "I am not a bad person, but I am not a good person either. If you are obedient, you will be fine, otherwise..."

Although it was a threat to Song Zhixin, Jiang Zisu thought that such a weak woman would not be able to make any trouble.

Moreover, the person in front of him was probably Song Zhixin, the daughter of Song Confucian scholar, and she was not someone who could move by himself, so when he saw that she was sitting obediently without any other actions, Jiang Zisu moved his sword away and looked around.

While he was looking around, Song Zhixin was also observing Jiang Zisu, recalling how he was when he first met.

At that time, Jiang Zisu's shoulder was obviously injured, at the end of the blow, he passed out after threatening himself, and seeing that he didn't hurt himself first, he rescued him.

Although he was puzzled, Song Zhixin also breathed a sigh of relief. Now that Jiang Zisu was not injured, he should have no excuses to come to the Song Mansion again, and there was no talk of love for a long time. He picked up a travel book and sat by the candlelight to read it. So Jiang Zisu stayed here.

This made Jiang Zisu have a different feeling. He didn't know whether to say that Song Zhixin's vigilance was too low, or that he was brave enough. He could still be so calm when a strange man broke into his boudoir in the middle of the night. He was obviously powerless. It's just a weak woman.

Jiang Zisu touched his waist with his left hand, still worried. Seeing Song Zhixin with his back to him, he put an account book on the beam. He reckoned that even a young lady like her would not be able to find it, so he will come to get it next time. .

"Thank you, miss." Jiang Zisu thought over and over again, and still planned to go out of the Song Mansion to find Wang Wei first, and then make a long-term plan.

Song Zhixin didn't look back, and when he heard Jiang Zisu's voice coming out, his hands hidden under his robe loosened. He just sat without moving, and felt the wound on his waist hurt even more.

"Qinxin, are you alright?" Gu Wuyi got rid of Wang Wei and hurried over, when he saw a black shadow leaving, he panicked.

He stepped forward and pressed Song Zhixin's shoulder, then quickly withdrew his hand and dodged, so as not to let Song Zhixin's dagger come across.

"Sister Gu?!" Song Zhixin had a lot of thoughts just now, and she was a little irritable after thinking about it. Suddenly, she was a little frightened by someone and had a conditioned reflex, so she swung the dagger in her hand. Unexpectedly, she almost hurt Gu Wuyi.

"It's okay." Seeing that Song Zhixin was safe and sound, Gu Wuyi was also relieved, shook his head, walked to the other side and leaned against the pillar, forcibly suppressing the trembling of his right hand.

Just now, in order to get rid of Wang Wei as soon as possible, he killed eight hundred enemies and lost one thousand, and his left hand was scratched by a sword. Gu Wuyi was dressed in black, but Song Zhixin didn't notice the clue in the dark.

"Seriously, call the servant girl to press your waist. I have something to do tonight, so I'll leave first."

Gu Wuyi knew that the longer he waited, the stronger the smell of blood would be. Although he had bandaged it roughly just now, the cut was done very skillfully. At first it wouldn't bleed too much, but if he didn't deal with it in time, he would bleed again.

Before Song Zhixin could answer, Gu Wuyi tiptoed and left from the window. He was extremely skillful, but it confirmed Song Zhixin's guess.

Song Zhixin hadn't spoken yet, but Gu Wuyi was nowhere to be seen, and he frowned, a little irritable and uneasy.

Song Zhixin looked at the place where Gu Wuyi was standing just now, and still felt that something was wrong, walked over and stood still, and smelled it attentively, in addition to the scent of hibiscus flowers, there was also a faint smell of blood, not strong, but it reminded of Gu Wuyi's reaction just now , Song Zhixin's face changed.

"Myolie!"