After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

As soon as Fu Shiyu stepped over the threshold, Nian Qiu ran over in a panic and pinched his arm angrily, "Where did you go, I made me look for you everywhere!"

This skill is really not covered!

Fu Shiyu gasped in pain, and explained: "I went here to familiarize myself with the terrain, and I forgot the time, sister Nianqiu, forgive me."

Nian Qiu said in a stiff tone: "This palace is so big, don't wander around if you have nothing to do, if you run into other masters, you will feel better then!"

"Sister Nianqiu taught me a lesson."

Seeing his docile attitude, Nian Qiu is not the one to hold on to him, his almond eyes drooped, and his tone softened, "I left two steamed buns and rice porridge in your room, go eat them."

Fu Shiyu felt relieved and relaxed, "Thank you, sister Nianqiu."

"You don't need to call me elder sister, just call me Nianqiu." Nianqiu said kindly, "Since you're back, I'll go help auntie."

Fu Shiyu's eyes were startled, and he said in surprise: "Hasn't aunt come back yet?"

"No, today's talent show, I'm afraid my aunt will be busy late into the night." Nian Qiu looked around and saw no one passing by, so he secretly waved to Fu Shiyu.

Fu Shiyu understood, leaned down, and Nian Qiu leaned into his ear and whispered: "At the talent show during the day, there was a lot of rashes on the face of a show girl. I heard that she was the daughter of an official family. The empress personally selected her. The mother in charge belongs to the empress, so she hurriedly found someone to tell the empress, she knew that this matter should not become a big deal, so she suppressed the news."

"It's also a good thing that the show girl has not yet entered the palace to face the saint. If His Majesty finds out, many people will lose their heads today."

Nian Qiu looked scared.

"What about Xiu Nu?" Fu Shiyu asked.

"Xiu Nu was secretly sent back." Nian Qiu waved her hand, "Today's draft is too thrilling."

Fu Shiyu also nodded, absent-mindedly said: "Yes."

"Then you go back to the house, I'll go first."

"it is good."

After seeing Nian Qiu left, Fu Shiyu turned around and went back to the house. Just as he was about to close the door, a faint smell of blood suddenly came from the tip of his nose.

He has dealt with patients for many years, and he is very sensitive to this smell. Just as he was about to pretend to go out without knowing it, a hard object was pressed against his waist, and the smell of blood was stronger than before.

"close the door."

A deep and magnetic voice sounded in the ears, and the murderous intent was undisguised in the tone, like a poisonous snake with a snake letter wrapped around its neck.

Although Fu Shiyu's face was calm, dense cold sweat had begun to seep from the palm of his hand touching the door, making it sticky and uncomfortable.

He closed the door quietly, suppressed the trembling in his throat, and said calmly, "Who are you?"

Before the people behind could answer, a burst of dazzling fire lit up outside the courtyard gate.

"Catch assassins!"

"Who's there?"

"I just seemed to see running in this direction."

Hearing the discussions of the imperial guards outside the courtyard, Fu Shiyu instantly understood the identity of the person behind him.

The courtyard door was kicked open with a loud bang.

The narrow room was silent for a while, only the beating of the hearts of the two could be heard.

"You take off the thing on my waist, I can help you." Fu Shiyu whispered.

"..." The person behind was silent for a moment, and said inexplicably, "How can I trust you?"

Fu Shiyu sneered to himself, "Anyway, you are going to die, believe me, there is still a chance."

"... "

After waiting for a while, Fu Shiyu felt a little impatient, and just about to urge him, the thing on his waist was already removed.

"If you play tricks on me, you won't live."

"Understood." Fu Shiyu nodded helplessly.

The palace is so big, it is not known whether it is fate or bad luck for the assassin to get here.

Xu Shi heard someone talking in this room, and the imperial guards looked at each other in dismay, and walked lightly to the door with a torch, just about to break in, the people inside opened the door first.

Before he could see the situation outside clearly, a gleaming long knife was pressed against his neck. Fu Shiyu's heart sank, and he fell to his knees with a plop.

"Slaves see adults."

A guard walked out of the imperial guards, and looked at the kneeling man on the ground in surprise.

"why you?"

Fu Shiyu raised his head and found that this person was the imperial guard who carried the prince into the palace during the day.

Shen Sheng, the leader of the team, put away his long knife, glanced at him, and asked, "Do you know her?"

"Yes." The guard nodded and said respectfully, "This is the maid who saved the prince during the day."

Shen Sheng turned his head and looked at Fu Shiyu who was on the ground, "What's your name?"

"Slave Chuntao."

"Always in the house?"

"Yes."

Shen Xing doubted in his heart, "Then why didn't you come out and open the door for so long?"

Fu Shiyu didn't show any panic on his face, and replied in a low voice: "This servant fell into the water today and got cold, and I feel unwell, so I didn't pay attention to the movement outside."

His subordinates had already talked about the falling into the water just now, and Shen Sheng didn't ask any more questions about this topic, "Then get out of the way, and we will search the house."

Fu Shiyu obediently stood up from the ground, stepped aside, and let the imperial guards enter the room and rummage around.

"You just entered the palace? You look a little strange." Shen Sheng swayed left and right twice, and asked a few irrelevant words from time to time.

"Yes, the servant girl entered the palace today."

"Oh?" Shen Xing raised his eyebrows, "Entering the palace today, what a coincidence to save the prince?"

Fu Shiyu lowered his eyebrows, pretending not to understand his ambiguity, and silently replied, "I just happened to pass by."

"Participant, I haven't found anyone." Shen Sheng's subordinates approached him and reported.

Shen Sheng didn't speak, and after walking a few steps, his expression suddenly changed, he sniffed his nose vigorously, pushed away Fu Shiyu who was beside him, walked boldly to the corner, and swung away all the debris piled up there with the long knife.

No one is empty.

"Are you injured?" Although nothing was found in the room, Shen Sheng's keen nerves still detected a trace of inexplicable weirdness.

"Yes."

Fu Shiyu admitted it without the slightest hesitation, and lifted up his trousers generously, several big and three thick men in front of Bai Shengsheng's calf dangling blushed, turning their eyes away.

Shen Sheng looked calm, carefully looked at the wound on his calf, and asked suspiciously, "How did you get hurt?"

"Back to your lord, when this servant was saving His Highness today, I accidentally caught a stone."

"Ah."

Shen Sheng remembered that the assassin was hit by an arrow in his arm today, so he let go of his doubts, and waved to the guards, "Let's go, go to the next one."

Before leaving the door, the guard during the day ran over and handed him a small bottle, "Wipe the wound, half a month will be fine."

Fu Shiyu took it over with a grateful face, "Thank you."

"Lin Chun, let's go!" Seeing that he didn't follow, Shen Sheng stood at the door and shouted loudly.

The guard scratched his head honestly, "Then I'm leaving.

"By the way, my name is Lin Chun."

Fu Shiyu narrowed his phoenix eyes, and said with a soft smile, "Well, I just heard that."

Lin Chun's dark face flushed, and he ran away like a frightened rabbit, and when he went out, he accidentally tripped over the threshold and staggered.

Fu Shiyu, who was preoccupied, didn't notice his strangeness. After seeing the imperial guards leave, he went outside and closed the courtyard door again. When he returned to the house, he smelled the pungent smell of blood again.

Fu Shiyu wondered why he still didn't leave. After a little thought, now is indeed not the time to leave. The wave of imperial guards hadn't gone far just now, so going out would not be a trap.

After understanding, the stone in his heart fell, and he lit the candlestick on the table, and the light in the room instantly brightened.

Fu Shiyu saw the assassin sitting on the bed with his face covered and a broken arrow stuck in his covered arm.

"Want to help?" Fu Shiyu pointed to his arm.

The assassin looked up at him, and the two met their eyes.

Fu Shiyu was a little dazed, this man had extremely beautiful eyes, deep eye sockets, pupils like inlaid agate stones, good-looking but good-looking, inexplicably feeling a little hairy on the back after looking at it for a long time.

"Need not."

Sure enough, this man's words were as inhuman as those eyes.

Fu Shiyu slandered.

And I don't know if it's his illusion, but I always feel that this person has an indescribable hostility towards him.

Fu Shiyu didn't force himself, lifted up his trousers, and checked the wound on his calf.

After the man jumped out of the window just now, there was still a slight smell of blood in the room, although it was not obvious, but if he could smell it, the Imperial Guards who were under the sword would naturally be able to smell it too. When in a hurry, Fu Shiyu picked it up The gravel from the corner scratched his calf, and he couldn't see clearly because of the black light. Now that he saw the wound, it was quite deep.

But if someone finds out that the assassin is in his room, he probably won't survive.

It's not a loss to change a life with a wound. Anyway, this body lacks everything, and the scars are the last thing it lacks.

He frowned lightly, took the golden sore medicine given by Lin Chun, and was about to sprinkle some on the wound, when his shoulder was hit suddenly, and then the thing fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Fu Shiyu reached out and rubbed the smashed place, looked down and found it was a small jade bottle.He looked at the person sitting on the bed, and asked without knowing why, "What do you mean?"

The man was silent for a long while before replying: "Golden sore medicine."

"Use it yourself, I already have it." Fu Shiyu wanted to throw it back to him.

"Humanity."

Fu Shiyu was in a fog, "Huh?"

"Favour." His tone sounded extremely impatient, "Return yours."

"No need." Fu Shiyu was a little amused after understanding, and said lightly: "I did this to save myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding air tensed instantly, and Fu Shiyu felt that the murderous aura became more and more obvious, and he couldn't help but feel a little vigilant in his eyes.

It's not an illusion, this person really wants to kill him.

As the man stood up, the terrifying coercion disappeared.

Seeing that he was leaving, Fu Shiyu was puzzled and said, "Have we met before?"

The man's footsteps stopped, a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes very quickly, and he jumped out of the window sill nimbly.

Fu Shiyu refused to give up, chased after the window, and shouted: "You seem to be hostile to me?"

"... "

"Have I ever offended you?"

"... "

"Wait." Seeing that he was about to leap onto the eaves, Fu Shiyu panicked and said anxiously, "Didn't you say you owe me a favor?"

"Then you answer my three questions now."

The man's swift steps finally stopped.

"Say."

Originally thought that he would not agree, but he did not expect this person to agree so readily. Fu Shiyu hurriedly said, "You want to kill me?"

"Ah."

"Why?"

The man stood there for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to look at him, his thin lips parted slightly, "face."

Looking at his emotionless, cold and thin eyes, Fu Shiyu suddenly felt a sense of familiarity in his heart. He touched his cheek and wondered if this man. skin. mask. made?

Then he would be wronged.

"Actually, I..." Fu Shiyu hesitated and said, "It doesn't look like this."

The man seemed impatient to continue talking with him, and at the same time as he turned around and flew up to the eaves, Fu Shiyu's ear also heard a voice that was suddenly far and near.

"Ok, I know."

Fu Shiyu's heart skipped a beat, he stared dumbfounded at the direction the person left,

After almost a cup of tea, he gradually regained his composure, his fingers gripping the window sill tightened abruptly, and the knuckles that were so strong began to turn white.

...Who the hell is this guy?