C90

The alleyway was wide open, but the person didn't think of hiding. He was a Death Soldier, so he jumped down from the roof, landing right in front of Mu Rong Chun, ten feet away.

That person's voice was as hoarse as a viper, and he seemed to be wary of Mu Rong Chun, but he completely disregarded Lu Zi Nuo, and when Mu Rong Chun was injured, he was like a cat catching mice, treating the two of them like toys on his palm.

"Do you think you can beat me just because I'm injured?" Mu Rong Chun was calm, but disdainful at the same time, he simply did not put on any kind of haughty attitude. Every word he said, every gaze, were filled with contempt and disdain towards the other party, which made the person in front of him slightly on guard, and made him take a step back.

In the midst of the confrontation, as if no one planned to move first, Lu Zi Nuo sighed: "This person is truly annoying, delaying us from drinking."

As expected, the man was angered and raised the bow in his hand. Bows and arrows were suitable for long range attacks. Very few people would use this to fight in close combat.

Mu Rong Chun pondered for a moment, then flew forward, a green light rushing towards him, the green light was like a buddhist alms bowl enveloping the man, causing him to have nowhere to run, he could only walk forward, then use his bow as an artifact, and receive the attack head on.

However, the bow that was raised did not touch anything, Mu Rong Chun's sword tip was already at the man's throat.

That person did not seem to be afraid. He only laughed coldly, "If you continue to hold on, then your arm will be crippled."

Mu Rong Chun calmly placed the tip of the sword deeper into the ground: "How much money did you use to buy my life this time?"

"Not much, just one city!" The assassin calmly replied.

"Oh? If it's money, then we can still discuss. However, since it's a land city, there's no need to negotiate any further. " Mu Rong Chun also teased.

"Indeed, there is nothing to be said." The assassin laughed disdainfully.

Before he finished speaking, Mu Rong Chun's sword tip horizontally, that person actually retreated half a step, dodging the sword tip, and then stood back again, like a ghost.

Mu Rong Chun frowned, this martial arts footwork was not from the Central Plains.

Seeing the change in Mu Rong Chun's expression, the man became even more pleased: "The descendants of your Mu Rong family are really poor, the city can be made so easy, no matter how big the family business is, I am afraid you will lose it all."

Lu Zi Nuo immediately ran to Mu Rong Chun's back, stuck his head out to look at the man's feet, and joked: "Is he a human or a ghost?"

"Is it important?" The man sneered.

"It's not important. Sooner or later, we'll be ghosts." Lu Zi Nuo retracted his neck, "I just don't know if there are any borders to becoming a ghost, but will you become a ghost and stay here alone?"

"This kid is quite interesting." The Assassin was not angry, as he reached out to grab Lu Zi Nuo.

Lu Zi Nuo extended his hand out, causing the fragrant powder to fly in the air, the man was confused, Mu Rong Chun's sword, stabbed straight into his chest. Before the man fell, he threw the bow in his hands towards Lu Zi Nuo, who was pushed back, the arrow clashed against the wall behind him, spinning for a moment before flying back, breaking through Lu Zi Nuo's jade hairpin.

Lu Zi Nuo had always been lazy, the jade hairpin was the simplest method, once it broke, her black hair would scatter, but today, she did not put on any makeup. When her black hair fell, her eyes lit up, and a strand of hair just happened to fall on his lips, forming a contrast between black and red.

Seeing him fall, Lu Zi Nuo did not care about his own hair, he turned and asked: "Are you injured?"

"Not good." As Mu Rong Chun spoke, he slowly sat down. Lu Zi Nuo hurriedly supported him and asked, "Is there still time to absorb the poison blood?"

Without waiting for Mu Rong Chun's reply, Lu Zi Nuo tore his sleeve, bent his head, and sucked.

was shocked by the sensation. When he regained his senses, Lu Zi Nuo had already sucked three mouthfuls of blood.

"A king?" Song Zhe's voice appeared like a savior.

Lu Zi Nuo immediately raised his head, "He's been poisoned."

Song Zhe pushed Lu Zi Nuo away, inspecting his wounds, then carried him up and down, stopping beside the dead man. He used his dagger to block the man's throat, and said softly: Sucking his blood, that is the antidote.

Mu Rong Chun hesitated for a moment, but was unwilling, and continued to inhale, Lu Zi Nuo immediately covered his eyes.

The person was already dead, and the blood was already difficult to absorb. In addition, the poison was quickly spreading, after Mu Rong Chun finished absorbing the blood, he warned Song Zhe to send him back to nativology no matter what.

Holding Mu Rong Chun, Song Zhe turned around and said to Lu Zi Nuo: "You take a few breaths too, the poison in their Xipan is very evil. It's better if you help the duke take some of the poison's blood, so it's better to be on guard."

"But!" Lu Zi Nuo looked at the corpse, his heart already feeling apologetic. But there was no right or wrong in the world of assassins, only success or failure, it was impossible to have assassins with feelings and loyalty like Di Xian. Thinking about Di Xian, her heart ached. Lu Zi Nuo immediately walked over, lowered his head and struggled to take two deep breaths. Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, he looked up at the sky. Di Xian, where are you? I'll find you. Wait for me.

Song Zhe whistled, and not long after, a carriage entered the alley. He carried Mu Rong Chun into the carriage, and then said to Lu Zi Nuo: "Go back, your highness will be unconscious for six hours. For these six hours, please ensure that my husband has protected him thoroughly."

The horse carriage rushed back, and in front of the Ji Xian door, Song Zhe handed Mu Rong Chun over to Lu Zi Nuo: "Do not tell anyone else."

Lu Zi Nuo nodded his head, but he was also in a very difficult position, "I … I can't carry him. "

"Then ask Liu Langjun to come out and help."

Lu Zi Nuo nodded his head and started running. As he ran, he thought, don't tell anyone else about it, okay? I don't think I leaked it.

Liu Zhen Yang and Lu Zi Nuo rushed back to the front of the gate. Song Zhe carried Mu Rong Chun out of the carriage and leaned on Lu Zi Nuo: "Please."

Lu Zi Nuo nodded his head, Liu Zhen Yang carried Mu Rong Chun on his back. Lu Zi Nuo saw the other supervisors who were returning, and suddenly remembered his mission, so he pulled Song Zhe along: "Help me go to Luhua Pavilion."

"What?" Song Zhe was shocked, that place was not a place he could enter.

"Our mission." At the same time, Lu Zi Nuo handed over the paper slip to Song Zhe and the powder box with only a little remaining. "Hand this and this over to Yanyu, she will settle this himself."

Song Zhe's face was filled with disbelief, but he still took it and instantly disappeared into the darkness.

Liu Zhen Yang carried Mu Rong Chun back to his dorm and placed him on the brick bed. As he adjusted his breathing, Lu Zi Nuo leaned over to cover Mu Rong Chun's bed. With great difficulty, Liu Zhen Yang finally finished packing up and left.

Under the moonlight, Lu Zi Nuo saw the blood at the corner of Mu Rong Chun's lips.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of books falling to the ground from the door. Lu Zi Nuo and Liu Zhen Yang raised their heads to look, but they saw Yuan Zhi standing there in extreme terror with his mouth slightly agape: "What are you doing?"