Death Princess

In the middle of the night, outside a remote cabin in Xueming Valley stood Chaolu and Wen Yihai, as well as the familiar bird on Chaolu's shoulder.

"How, but her? Luer, have you checked the finger and birthmark? Where's the jade pendant? Did you find the jade pendant?" The bird spoke first.

"I've seen the birthmark, but it's just the fingers and the jade pendant. There are only five fingers, and the jade pendant is missing." Zhao Lu replied, flicking the bird with one finger, forcefully sweeping the bird off her shoulder, "As a bird Birds, if you can fly, don't stand on other people's shoulders."

"I'm not a bird, I'm your brother!" The bird hovered over Zhao Lu's head with resentment, but he still didn't dare to get down.

"It's my elder brother, so I shouldn't be sitting on my little sister's shoulders." Zhao Lu answered lightly, making Qin Hui, who had attached part of his consciousness to the bird's body and was able to send messages across thousands of miles, a little confused about where to end up.

After searching for a long time, Wen Yihai at the side cooperated and stretched out his hand, Qin Hui's bird came to a stop, "So, why did you just say that you only have five fingers?" Qin Hui's voice was still With a bit of resentment, "Could it be that our previous news was wrong, and Leng Tong is not He Tong?"

"Why are you in such a hurry, I haven't finished talking yet. Five fingers are five fingers, just." Zhao Lu took out a pendant from her body and waved it in front of the bird.

Looking carefully, it turned out to be a pair of phalanx bone whistles.

"So that's how it turned out, but the broken finger accidentally made her escape the siege of many parties." The bird shook its wings thoughtfully, "I just don't know why the sixth finger was broken, look at her Now that you are like this, you probably don’t know yourself..." Halfway through the speech, the bird suddenly stopped all movements, the silver light scattered from its body, and flew away like an ordinary bird fleeing for its life.

"What's going on?" Wen Yihai, who had been listening in, was stunned.

"Suppose something happened to the Prince's Mansion. Someone was looking for him, so he had to go back and deal with it." Zhao Lu frowned, and moved her gaze through the window to the person lying quietly in the house, "I hope it's not something bad." .” A pun.

"Don't worry, nothing bad will happen." Wen Yihai comforted, "Why don't you tell me about your arrangement, Ah Lu. You must have something important to ask me to come here specially?"

"Brother is still so keen." Zhao Lu took out another thing from her bosom, which was a black token, and she handed it to Wen Yihai.

"This is," Wen Yihai read the words on the token under the moonlight, "'A', this is the first-class mission token of the Shadow Gate Dark Pavilion? Did you find it from her?" Pointing with his chin A person asleep in the house.

"Exactly."

"Is that what Ah Lu meant?"

"That's right." After nodding towards Lu, he stretched out three fingers, "Lu'er is exhausted, so I have to ask my senior brother to help me with three things."

"Ah Lu, but it's all right. It's about the safety of Master, you and Jianzong. I will do my best."

"One, I hope that senior brother can take this token to any Shadow Gate property and negotiate a deal with them." As she said, Zhao Lu took out two other things from her body, "Using this token rubbing and The blood-stained Clover Flying Knife is used as a deposit in exchange for Leng Tong's antidote and a contract of selling, and then the actual token is used as a bargaining chip to exchange for the information of the first-class task entrusting person."

"The assassin was taken down immediately, and the news was also blocked by us. Shadow Gate must be as anxious as an ant in hot pot and stare at Jianzong all the time. Therefore, as long as I show up at the trading point and pay the deposit, the master of the dark pavilion will definitely personally Welcome." Wen Yihai analyzed, "At that time, he will definitely use the need to discuss with the sect master as an excuse to delay the time, and we can just use this as an excuse to set the transaction time and place during the martial arts conference, and set the secret cabinet Completely remove the water. Great, great. What about the second?"

"Secondly," Chao Lu raised the corners of her mouth viciously, "Secret techniques. Today, His Majesty and the Crown Prince regard the Spirit Race as the remnants of the Yi sect, calling them the Evil Race, and calling their spiritual powers sorcery, and slaughtering the Spirit Race compatriots." , while attempting to obtain the spiritual power they call 'secret art', but they don't know that the two have the same origin, and they think that the secret art is some kind of martial arts secret book."

"Aren't they all thinking, has this secret technique been obtained by our Jianzong after the snow-covered mountains of the Wulin Conference 20 years ago? Then we will give them a big gift, and also give Jianghu a big gift. Brother help me pass the news Go out, just say, at that time, Jianzong will present the only copy of the secret art to the newly appointed martial arts leader to show his sincerity."

"This..." Wen Yihai scratched his chin, "This method is very good. It can throw all those who want to kill you to the cusp of the storm. It's just... secret art is spiritual power, and spiritual power comes from Our spiritual race itself originates from the spiritual feathers on our bodies. Where did the sword sect's secret technique come from, where did the martial arts cheats come from? Could it be that, Ah Lu, you plan to pull a spiritual feather to the leader of Laoshizi? Then expose your identity, and then be Is the imperial court going to kill them all?"

Zhao Lu rolled her eyes, "Secret techniques, cheat books, etc., no, just write a book now? The theory of occult techniques is mysterious. It has been 20 years, and no one in the world has really come close to the truth. I just made up a random book. One copy, can the lord tell the truth from the fake?"

"..." Dark enough, Wen Yihai muttered in his heart, but what he said was, "What about the third?"

"The third is to ask senior brother and everyone in Jianzong to continue acting with me. By the way, keep an eye on the hidden lines of the shadow gates in the sect, and intercept anything sent to her by the shadow gate and the dark pavilion. Bring it to me, including the mission revocation order." Zhao Lu's gaze returned to Leng Tong in the room.

"Success, this is easy." Wen Yihai clapped his hands, "Then I'll go back first."

"Oh, what's more," Zhao Lu turned around and stopped Wen Yihai, "My father and mother will not return to Jianzong these days, and have been staying in Xueming Valley."

"I know." Wen Yihai smiled knowingly, and walked away.

Seeing Wen Yihai's back gradually disappear into the night, Zhao Lu opened the door and stepped into the house.In the room, Leng Tong was still fast asleep on the couch, only her frowning brows were written with her pain at this moment.Zhao Lu sighed, walked lightly to the edge, put her hand on Leng Tong's again carefully, and used her own thunder spirit power.

Chaolu belongs to the pure phantom spirit clan, and her two spirit feathers are phantom spirit feathers, but when she was young, she worshiped the patriarch of the Leiling clan, that is, Wen Yihai's father, and was able to inherit one of his spirit feathers. This adds a kind of spiritual power.

The illusion of the Phantom Spirit Clan is ethereal and boundless. It can explore the past, see the future, and deceive the present; while the Thunder Spirit Power of the Thunder Spirit Clan is well-shaped and intentional. It is indestructible and soft. Accusing people is just like when Chaolu put down Lengtong in the first-line world before, and it is the same as when Chaolu helped him relieve the pain now.

The numbing current flowing from the fingertips into the heart made Leng Tong loosen his brows again.

At this moment, with a creak, the door opened.Walking in was Han Shuangxue holding a bowl of medicine.

When Zhao Lu saw the person coming, she withdrew her hand, raised her eyebrows slightly, and asked softly, "How? Is there a way to get rid of this poison?"

"Sister Lu, don't you ask this knowingly?" Han Shuangxue put the medicine on the table next to the bed, "There are poisons in this world that I, Xueminggu, can't cure? It's just..."

"Just?" Zhao Lu frowned.

"It's just that my detoxification method is a bit torturing, and it's not as good as the real antidote. I know this person is very important to you, Sister Lu, and you definitely don't want to see her suffer, so," Han Shuangxue picked up the medicine bowl, " I just prescribed a prescription for temporary relief, first help her to carry it, until Sister Lu, you go get the real antidote and give her to take it."

"Oh? You know that there is a real antidote? You also know that I don't want to see this guy suffer? She is an assassin after all, the assassin who almost killed you, Sister Lu, and me."

"The Dark Pavilion is not stupid. If you are poisoned and can't understand it, you will shoot yourself in the foot sooner or later. As for you," Han Shuangxue raised the corners of her mouth, "Look for yourself when you brought her back to me. Got it." After saying that, he picked up the medicine bowl and spoon, and leaned over to feed Leng Tong.

"Slow down," Zhao Lu stopped, she reached out to take the bowl and spoon, "I'll come."

"Oh?" Han Shuangxue raised her eyebrows with a wicked smile, "Look, look, you have to come here to feed the medicine yourself."

"What are you talking about?" Zhao Lu was a little annoyed, "Sister, am I doing this for you? She is an assassin, a killer who takes people's lives without blinking an eye. I am afraid of your famous Master Xue Minggu Lord, but in the end it ended up being stabbed to death by a patient while being fed medicine."

"Huh?" Han Shuangxue's face was full of disbelief, but she still looked at the sleeping face of the person on the bed with lingering fear.

Sleeping so soundly, murder?Is it possible?What's more, such a handsome face is actually the face of a killer?

Looking at her cousin's eyes that wished to pull off Leng Tong's face, Zhao Lu smiled triumphantly.After laughing, she lowered her head and stirred the medicine with a spoon, put the spoon to her lips to test the temperature, then carefully attached herself and delivered the medicine to Leng Tong's mouth.

The medicine was imported smoothly, and Chaolu nodded with satisfaction.

But the next moment, Zhao Lu only felt a pain in her palm, and then heard a crunching sound, and a figure flashed in front of her eyes, and something was firmly stuck on her neck.

If she hadn't reacted quickly to catch the stabbing hand, if it hadn't been for a broken spoon instead of a knife, then she, the famous young master of Jianzong, would have ended up being "sealed with a spoonful of a spoon" by the patient after being given medicine. "It's over.

Even though he said such things, he was aware of the danger of her and Lengtong early in the morning, but why didn't he take any precautions?Chaolu couldn't understand herself.

. . .

Leng Tong woke up when the warm liquid flowed into her mouth, but she did not act immediately after waking up, but quietly waited for the entrance of the liquid, waiting for the most negligent moment of the other party.This was an action she would make without thinking, it was the killer's instinct hidden deep in her subconscious.

Squeezing off the spoon, getting up to seal the throat, all this happened smoothly and quickly, but was quickly stopped by that iron-like hand.And her brain only started to spin at this moment.

When she finally realized who she was targeting, she regretted it very rarely.

Although the wound was not big, but because it was on the neck, the blood slowly flowed down from the tip of the broken spoon, along the lines on the neck, and soon stained the man's white skirt red.But that person just blocked Leng Tong's hand that continued to move forward, neither hiding nor moving, while the face-faced woman beside her hadn't reacted yet, and was still frozen in place.

Leng Tong also froze.

. . .

"Smack, smack," Zhao Lu let go of her hand, and took half a step back, "This skill seems to be cured by taking a sip of medicine," she said to Han Shuangxue beside her while pressing the wound on her neck, " Shuangxue really deserves to be Shuangxue."

"..." Han Shuangxue, who was about to say something, forgot his words because of Zhao Lu's teasing.

"Since they are already able to fight and kill, then drink the medicine by yourself." After finishing speaking, Zhao Lu roughly stuffed the medicine bowl into Leng Tong's hand.

Seeing Leng Tong gulp down the medicine with a bitter face, Zhao Lu waved her hand and left with Han Shuangxue.

. . .

In Xueminggu, where the sky was about to brighten, Chaolu touched her neck after the wound had just been treated, and walked one after the other with Han Shuangxue.The wound on the neck coincided with the scar from eight years ago.

Here again, Zhao Lu sighed in her heart.

"Is it really okay to just let her go like this?" Han Shuangxue looked at Chao Lu worriedly, "You shouldn't use force these days, and she hurt you just now."

Being injured, is it because it is not appropriate to use force?No, it is not.

"It's okay, she won't run away, at least not yet." Zhao Lu replied in this way, "Because she still has something in my hand, something very important to her." She squeezed the thing in her hand A pair of bone whistles.

"You know I'm not referring to whether she will escape, but her..." As if worrying about something, Han Shuangxue didn't finish her sentence.

Will she hurt anyone.No, it won't be, the soul-snatching and life-slaying among the three uniques are different from the bone erosion, as if they don't want to hurt innocent people other than the target.

"Oh, by the way, that medicine," Zhao Lu didn't answer Han Shuangxue's question, "Is it wrong to take too much?"

"...It's nothing serious." Thinking that her cousin must have her own concerns, Han Shuangxue also let go of that topic.

"That's good," Zhao Lu nodded, "Shuang Xue, you can prescribe six times the amount, and give her more times."

"Why?"

"Just use it, although six times may not be effective." Zhao Lu thought for a while, "Well, if there is little effect, you can continue to increase it, as long as it is not enough to drink the dead."

"what?"

"After all, she is a person who licks blood with the tip of a knife." Zhao Lu frowned, and nodded to herself.

"what?"

Zhao Lu did not explain further.

. . .

At the same time, in the hut in Xueming Valley, Leng Tong was hunched over and vomiting forcefully at the window.

And lying quietly on the ground was that large pool of brown medicine.