master and servant

Mr. Gu, who was able to mistake Hongcheng Villa for Lanzi Villa a few months ago, has long since forgotten what it is.

He rubbed his eyes, and continued to ask for future conversation, "Uh, what does he look like? What kind of weapon does he use? Are there many young girls in the audience who are romantic and sentimental?" Women threw fragrant flowers and silk handkerchiefs after his victory. ?”

This kind of thing is often written in the books, the handsome young man shows his skills at the martial arts conference, and the beautiful woman's heart secretly promises to leave a vague gift. .

Gu Zhihuan's tone was a little subtle, "My lord, if you raise your head, you will be able to see the Master Hong."

Braised suzerain?Why does it sound delicious?Gu Yusheng raised his head upon hearing this.

Hong Lie thought he had heard wrong.

But Zhao Wu repeated it in a gentle but stubborn tone.

"The one over there wearing blue clothes and sleeping on his lap is the former Zhao San. He should have died half a year ago."

A dead man, never leave life and never abandon death, even if a soul really returns, he should protect the Lord wholeheartedly.

How could this former Zhao San act like someone else's servant?

But the facts are in front of us, the way that person operates his internal force when he flicks the melon seed husks scattered on the sleeping person lying on his knees is indeed the unique technique of the black courtyard of Hongcheng Villa.

If it's really a defector...

When punished by tens of millions, survival is impossible, and death is inevitable.

"Zhao San? Who is Zhao San?" Mr. Gu yawned lazily, opened his mouth and waited for Gu Zhi to feed the peeled and boiled edamame when he heard the impolite inquiry from the handsome braised owner of the braised sauce. Also a little unhappy.

Without saying a word, Zhao Wu received a command from Hong Lie's eyes, and strangled Gu Zhihuan's throat with his hands like lightning.

Gu Zhi also pointed like a sword, and stabbed at his palm, the opponent took advantage of the momentum to close his palm into a fist, fought and moved for several rounds, and finally had a real touch of internal strength with him.

As soon as the hands of the two touched, they were both shocked by the cold internal force of the other party. In contrast, Gu Zhi also suffered because Mr. Gu, who was still lazily lying on his lap, suppressed the spread of internal force in advance. The internal injuries are even more serious.

Gu Yusheng only felt a slight tremor in the body of the person whose head was resting on his head, his expression turned cold suddenly, his fingers touched Gu Zhihuan's pulse, and a hideous death light suddenly shot out from his eyes.

He sat up, drooping the corners of his mouth, and furrowing his long eyebrows, there was a bitter taste.

"The so-called Jianghu heroes are domestic servants who can't help but attack others, relying on their martial arts to bully others? Very good."

He took Gu Zhihuan's hand, turned around and left, completely ignoring Hong Lie and Zhao Wu as if they were dead.

After watching the two go away, Hong Lie was about to ask Zhao Wu what he had gained from the fight, but he couldn't help staring at Zhao Wu and asked hesitantly, "What's that on your shoulder?".

Zhao Wu raised his eyes and touched his right shoulder in rare surprise.

A finger-length black-feathered arrow pierced into the flesh at some point, and it was numb but not painful at all.

Gu Zhi still didn't know how terrified Hong Lie was after they left.

Beside him, Zhao Wu, one of the most elite dead men in the Black Academy, was hit by a poisoned arrow without a sound, and they didn't realize it until he completely fell down from the poison.

People in the rivers and lakes are not very convinced by the government's control. They always clamor that life and death are fate, and they will have to pay back sooner or later.

But that was an evenly matched situation, and now this kind of cold and direct death warning...

"Who does that Hong Lie think he is! He's so arrogant and disgusting!" Mr. Gu angrily cut up the medicinal materials and boiled the soup for internal injuries and blood stasis. "Sooner or later, let him know how powerful I am! Cure the disease and detoxify the lawless guys, let them all die in the grievances of the rivers and lakes!"

Gu Zhi was also forced by his young master to wash up early and lie down on the bed to rest. He was closing his eyes and recuperating when he couldn't sleep. Hearing such childish remarks, he almost choked to death with saliva.

Hong Lie...

Twenty-three years ago, his hometown was hit by a flood, and a group of five or six-year-old children could not feed themselves. They were bought by Yazi, a man from Hongcheng Villa who came out to buy servants at the price of one and a half buckets of rice.

He and a dozen other children of the same age washed their faces and knelt down in front of the young man in white clothes Shengxue who was carrying a long sword for children and waited for him to choose. The White House where servants are trained.

Hong Lie, who was similar in age, walked up to him, stopped to look at it for a while, and pouted, "Why does this look better than me?"

He walked forward with a haughty step and picked up the boy beside him.

Other than that, all the others were sent to the black courtyard.

Half died in the first year, and the remaining half died in the second year.

Ten years later, after the first mission, he was the only one left who returned to the villa.

Before getting the name of Zhao San, he also served the young owner.

He likes white clothes, his eyes are clean, his swords are so noble that they are inlaid with rubies the size of pigeon eggs, and the book boy in his childhood has long gone.

He couldn't recognize him. Among the four surnames of dead men, "Zhao" is the best at changing and lurking, like a snake swimming in the grass, avoiding service in the mountains and forests, moving like a blade of grass, life and death can be determined with one blow.

With thousands of faces and thousands of eyes, people speak ghost words, Zhao San is just such a dead man.

Mr. Gu is very similar to Young Master Hong, but there are certain decisive differences.Gu Zhi still thought.

He had never been afraid of Hong Lie, but he was afraid of Gu Yusheng.

The author has something to say: Note: The so-called avoidance is a chameleon.

In Hongcheng Villa, there are four types of surnames for dead men. Zhao Qian, Sun Li, and Zhao are the first of the four. It is estimated that the other three surnames cannot be listed, so I will mention them.Each surname was given by seven people, and after any one died, the best one was selected from the unknown dead to fill it in.