subordinates dare not

The strength in Bian Qingyu's hands did not relax at all, he turned his head calmly, and said in a cold voice: "I know who sent you here."

No one paid any attention to him, those assassins were still wrestling with the people from Qiongguanggu and Wuwei Villa.

Bian Qingyu continued to speak loudly: "He asked you to capture me alive, but ordered you not to hurt me. Do you still think you have a chance of winning?"

As soon as these words came out, a few of the assassins suddenly slowed down their movements for a moment, and they were kicked to the ground by the "foot" of Ming Er and the others.

Bian Qingyu sneered, then turned around, and suddenly leaned close to the ear of the assassin in front of him, and said lightly with only two voices: "It's Wei Chuge." He didn't use a question, but an affirmative sentence, as if he Be firm in your own judgment.

The assassin's face was extremely ugly for a while.

The floating lingering breath made the opponent tremble unexpectedly, Bian Qingyu continued: "You can't win, I alone can kill all of you, but you can't hurt me."

The assassin's face was already flushed, and he couldn't help but look up, as if he was trying his best to grab the air.

"If your mission fails, will you die? However, I don't know too well. I don't know if Wei Chuge will be cruel to his subordinates, so I dare not make rash judgments." Bian Qingyu smiled lightly, " However, I can teach you a method that can save you from serious rules."

"Curious?"

The assassin wanted to nod, but the force of Bian Qingyu's palm confinement was so strong that he found that his head could not move at all.

"After you go back, tell Wei Chuge that I, Bian Qingyu, have something to tell you to pass on to him." Bian Qingyu lowered his voice and murmured softly, "Just say, he stopped me from going to the southern border of Beishuo this time. will die."

The smile on Bian Qingyu's face suddenly dissipated invisible, he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled a few times, "You let him come and pick me up when I return."

"At that time, I will definitely go back with him, without sending assassins."

After saying that, for a moment of stupefaction, Bian Qingyu actually curled his lips into a chuckle, and slowly let go of the hands that clamped the other's neck.

After Bian Qingyu let go, the leading assassin bent down and coughed violently, inhaling the surrounding air with great gulps, with unconcealable fear in his eyes. After all, he almost died of suffocation and passed away forever.And the person in front of him, just using a seemingly weak and boneless hand, can make himself powerless to fight back.

The assassin suddenly shouted, and the other assassins heard it, although they didn't understand the sudden change, they obeyed his order and followed, and soon disappeared without a trace, leaving only the rustling sound of trembling branches and leaves.

Only then did Meng Fuyuan lift the curtain and slowly get off the carriage.

Seeing this, Hua Qiongsheng turned around and asked Bian Qingyu, "Vice owner, do you know the person behind the assassin?"

Bianqing replied: "It's the head of the Tianquan sect."

Meng Fuyuan's eyebrows twitched when he heard the words, "Wei Chuge?"

Bian Qingyu didn't want to say much, but just raised his eyebrows and said: "It's nothing, the assassins have been chased away by me, and I can guarantee that there will be no troubles from Wei Chuge in the future journey."

Meng Fuyuan suddenly sensed something was wrong, but Hua Qiongsheng was still beside him, so it was not easy for him to ask, so he could only keep all the questions in his stomach for the time being.

Hua Qiongsheng rolled his eyes, and probably understood that it was some personal grievances between Wuwei Villa and Tianshu Sect, and it was inconvenient to tell her, an outsider, but she was not interested either, so Hua Qiongsheng asked: "Just now I saw that just now The field of white fog is very bluffing, just in case, let's take an inventory of our belongings before we start."

Meng Fuyuan: "Master Hua Gu is right."

Bian Qingyu also nodded in agreement.

After saying that, some people unpacked their bags, while others went to the carriage to check for missing items.

Of course Meng Fuyuan was most concerned about his bookcase full of the prophecies of the Celestials and Humans. He returned to the carriage, took out the key and loosened the lock, and counted them one by one. After getting out of the carriage, he explained to Hua Qiongsheng that he hadn't lost any important items. When he went back, he unexpectedly found that Huo Yi was holding the cloth knot of the bag in one hand, while the other hand was clenched into a fist, and his eyes fell on the fist. He stood where he was, as if It's in a daze.

Meng Fuyuan walked up to him, "Zilu?"

"If you haven't lost anything, tell Valley Master Hua, now only you and Fifteen are left."

The person on the opposite side didn't respond, and Meng Fuyuan was also surprised. He stretched out a hand and shook it in front of him, "Zilu, what's wrong with you?"

Huo Yi woke up suddenly, and when he raised his eyes, he accidentally met Meng Fuyuan's probing gaze. Huo Yi lowered his head, his expression was gloomy, "I... I broke the sword that the owner gave me..."

Meng Fuyuan was startled, "It's broken?"

There was guilt in Huo Yi's eyes.

"Why did it break so easily?" Meng Fuyuan frowned, "Did Master Li cut corners?"

"No... I was not careful..." Huo Yi slowly spread out his five fingers, and Hetian Hongyu, which was shattered into two petals, appeared in Liang Ran's eyes, "I shouldn't have used that set of swordsmanship...otherwise, I would later The assassin and I will not face each other... Hongyu will not shatter the internal strength of me and the assassin..."

Meng Fuyuan suddenly laughed, "Just because of this?"

"The sword is still usable, that's fine." He took the two pieces of broken ruby ​​from Huo Yi's hand, "Sharp swords are for self-defense, not for collection. There is no such thing as a non-destructive sword, as long as you live well." Yes, idiot."

"If the sword in your hand is broken by the enemy one day in the future, I will not blame you. I will give you a new one at that time, as long as I am still alive at that time—" The voice stopped abruptly, Meng Fuyuan Suddenly realized his slip of the tongue, and swallowed the word "worldly" back to his stomach in time, so he hurriedly changed the subject, "But you are such a precious jade, let me think about whether there is any way to remedy it, I think, maybe You can try to wind a shell of the right size with gold wire—"

Suddenly hugged by Huo Yi, Meng Fuyuan was stunned for a moment, "Huo... Zilu?"

Huo Yi tightened his arms unconsciously, and a layer of mist appeared in his eyes, but fortunately, the action of embracing each other was obviously the most intimate gesture, but Meng Fuyuan couldn't catch a glimpse of all the emotions between Huo Yi's eyebrows and eyes at the moment, So it's also the safest, Huo Yi tried his best to restrain his strangeness, and only slowly let go of his hands when the scorching breath of early summer steamed his eye sockets to dryness.

"I'll go and report to Master Hua." Huo Yi lowered his eyes and said, "The owner should go back to the carriage first."

"Okay." With a smile on the corner of Meng Fuyuan's mouth, he rubbed the red jade with his fingertips, and then combined the two pieces into one. When he got back to the carriage, he was still thinking about how thick and hard gold wire would be the most suitable.

After thinking about it for a long time, there was no conclusion. Meng Fuyuan understood that fantasies are useless, and he still has to try it himself to find out the truth. Because of the Gu poison on Yu's body, he had time to repair this red bead.