CHAPTER 53 The dagger, and the dagger again!

In the Hanging Temple, the Emperor had faded from his earlier anger and was filled with calm, as if the wood shavings under his feet, the blood in the building, the corpses of the guards and assassins, the injured and unconscious people, the slightly sweet smell in the air around him did not exist, as if he had not encountered a murder that had been planned by his enemies for several years, but was merely carrying out the three-yearly chrysanthemum-appreciation meeting.

Someone began to clean up the mess inside the temple, and many of the palace’s masters crowded the top floor, as if trying to crush the building. The guards who were responsible for His Majesty’s safety at first were pale, and those eunuchs, including Eunuch Dai, were shivering, not knowing if His Majesty’s assassination would bring about some change in their fate, or if it would just abort their journey to their destiny.

The Crown Prince had already climbed up from the ground, his face full of teardrops, kneeling in front of the Emperor in a row with his eldest brother, pleading, “My son is incompetent, letting my father be shocked.”

The eldest prince spoke with a heavy and incomparable voice, he killed countless enemies in the West, but did not think that when the assassin came to attack, he did not even have the ability to react, and that Fan Xian ……, whom he had originally looked down on a little, was so skilled and saw the opportunity so quickly.

“Once into the nine products, it is not extraordinary …… Although you are my son, you bump into these outlaws, the reaction is not as good as, is also a natural thing.” The emperor didn’t seem to have the intention of blaming his sons, he just glanced at the ninth rank assassin in the corner who died under Eunuch Hong, and then glanced at the wine cup that was stepped on and broken by the crown prince, and frowned slightly.

He gently wrapped his arms around the still scared Third Prince, but his eyes looked downstairs at the rambling chrysanthemums. Above the hillside, one could faintly see occasional movements, branches and leaves lightly flying and breaking.

“Old slave go.” Eunuch Hong spoke humbly behind the Emperor, seemingly not believing that he should be firmly guarding His Majesty’s side after an assassination, “Little Lord Fan has been sick lately, and the old slave is a bit worried.”

The medicine capsule that Fan Xian threw down on the floor before he left was very conspicuous, the poisonous smoke roamed the building, there would always be some people who inhaled it, so he left behind the antidote pills. Looking at the medicine capsule on the floor, thinking of that child’s meticulousness, the emperor’s eyes flashed with a slight trace of apology, it was only then that he remembered that this child, Fan Xian, had been having health problems recently, and after Eunuch Hong’s last visit to the Fan Mansion, he had also proved that the illness he was suffering from was indeed a bit of a nuisance.

His fingers gently tapped on the railing of the Hanging Temple a few times, duk duk duk duk, and Fan Jian, who had been cowering behind the crowd of powerful nobles below, seemed to have a sense of his heart and glanced upstairs.

“Don’t you go.” The Emperor said coldly to Eunuch Hong, “I’ll send someone.”

At the sound of the words, several more strange sounds came from the depression below the Hanging Temple, and several figures stood up from their hiding places, carrying long swords, and rushed into the sea of flowers along the steep rocky crevices of the mountains, and in no time they surpassed the great inner guards who had set out a few moments earlier, and pursued the traces of the three at the very front of the group.

It was the Tiger Guard.

There was a temple in the mountain, and in front of the temple was naturally a ravine, only this ravine was a bit steep.

Fan Xian in the ravine in the field sprinting, occasionally reaching out to pluck away the oncoming branches, sniffing the mountain fields between the golden thread chrysanthemum petals crushed light aroma, as if he had eaten opium, the body of the true qi follow the two channel rapid flow, very quickly replenish his spirit and power consumption, his feet are like a long eyes, strange accurate and unparalleled to step on the rocks below, the body like a black dragon, in a kind of mind-boggling speed toward the bottom of the mountain.

When it came to cliff jumping, besides Uncle Five Bamboo, there was no one in this world who could be faster than him. What’s more, after today’s battle with the white-clothed swordsman, his internal cultivation had naturally improved after the big shock, and his true qi’s abundance and mental state were at their peak, so the injury on his left shoulder was nothing at all.

In front of him dozens of feet of that hidden white figure, body method is also considered extremely subtle, like a cloud generally gathered and spread out, then softly and charmingly unloaded the downward force, the speed did not slow down, but in the end, it is not as good as Fan Xian accelerated through the gravity.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer.

As for those guards in the back who were still searching for a way down the mountain, they had already been thrown down for a long distance, and that famous Ye Da Liang man, who had obviously put all his cultivation on that word “heavy”, had also been pulled down for a long distance.

Before the tea was even cold, the two had already rushed to the foot of the mountain one after the other. Looking at the vaguely visible banners of the forbidden army in the distance, Fan Xian’s heart was slightly relieved, but unexpectedly found that the white-robed swordsman in front of him slanted his body, forcibly reversing the direction of his advance, rubbing the edge of the sparse forest at the foot of the mountain, and skimming towards the west.

Already on level ground, Fan Xian’s speed should have been less than the white-clothed swordsman’s, but the white-clothed swordsman had suffered a great loss after receiving Ye Chong’s slap, and his speed could not be raised, so he was being dubbed by him to death.

However, looking at the other party’s chosen direction, Fan Xian still couldn’t help but feel a slight chill in his heart.

It is inconvenient to contact with the mountain, even if the news of the assassination of the saint has been spread down, the forbidden army under the mountain, I’m afraid that it is difficult to react immediately, not to mention that the direction chosen by the white-clothed swordsman is exactly the place where it is most difficult for the forbidden army to take care of, there is a piece of primitive and dense forest, the forest’s area is not wide, but it is enough to cover the white-clothed swordsman’s light body and go out.

He pursued in silence, hoping that the commander of the forbidden army would not forget that direction because of Gong Dian’s dereliction of duty.

To his relief, the outside of that dense forest was obviously also guarded, and the white-clothed swordsman, in the midst of his high-speed run, made another forced turn and cut through in the two o’clock direction.

Fan Xian followed closely.

The white-clothed swordsman turned again.

Fan Xian followed again.

With several stab-like shifts in direction, the white-clothed swordsman nevertheless maintained his distance from the distant forbidden army extremely beautifully, and Fan Xian simply did not have the extra strength to call out to his brothers for help.

With a whoosh, the white-clothed swordsman accelerated steeply and swept towards a lake directly in front of him!

It was only after Fan Xian also gritted his teeth and rushed after him that he realized a fact with some fear.

He had already followed the assassin through the encirclement of the forbidden army at the foot of the mountain!

There was an empty, undefended area ahead. Fan Xian’s heart was shaken, completely unable to understand how that white-clothed swordsman had managed to escape the watchful eyes of the layers of forbidden soldiers. Apart from the fact that the two of them were indeed fast enough, the only explanation was that – this white-clothed swordsman had become familiar with the arrangement of the forbidden army, and with the emergency response of the Qing court to a terrifying degree!

Associating this with the fact that Gong Dian had not been present in the Hanging Temple today, Fan Xian felt a trace of coolness creeping up along his back. But this was not the time to think about intrigue, the leaf weight was too heavy, the guards were too slow, there was no one beside him, and if he allowed this assassin to disappear from his sight like this, Fan Xian knew how much of a fishy mess he would be in.

Can’t turn back, can only fly, can only chase, chase again and again.

Fan Xian had enough confidence in his tracking skills, especially after he had led a few tiger guards in the night on the shores of the North Sea, and had hard chased Sean, who had crossed the world in those days, to a miserable state, he simply did not believe that, apart from the four great patriarchs, there was anyone else who could have escaped from his tracking.

But today, a succession of accidents came one after another, leaving him a little chilled. First, the other party was able to easily penetrate the blockade of the forbidden army, and then the other party showed a very strong ability to get rid of it, from the foot of the mountain up to the lake, through the lake, weaving between the farmhouses and the fields, the white-clothed swordsman had disappeared from his view several times, and if it wasn’t for Fan Xian’s amazing eyesight and his luck, he would’ve gotten rid of the other party long ago.

And the composure …… that the white clothed assassin had shown along the way, even dodging as if it were an instinctive reaction, was really something that Fan Xian admired very much, and having been in contact with the things of the Supervisory Authority since he was a young boy, he of course knew how many years of immersion it would take to achieve this.

In particular, he noticed that the other party’s technique in covering up the traces was very skillful, and it had a somber flavor that always made Fan Xian feel familiar – like the darkness that he was already very familiar with, which was out of place with this swordsman’s white clothes.

This must be the real side of the white-clothed swordsman, calm and needless to mention, vicious, decisive, all are not the ultimate on earth.

Hanging temple on the sword, although brilliant, magnificent to the extreme, but in Fan Xian view, but not at this time the other side of the darkness emanating from the breath to the amazing, the real strength of this person showed, I am afraid that has already surpassed the old Sean, but also in their own real strength above.

Fan Xian is getting more and more alarmed, on the hanging temple, he is indeed too impulsive, too hot-blooded, at this time to calm down, in order to correctly assess the other side of the sword’s power. If it is not Ye seriously injured each other, perhaps Fan Xian at this time to do the only thing, is to immediately live feet, from the front of the white man the farther will be more at ease.

In front of the two of them, Kyoto was in sight, the city’s silhouette towering and imposing.

Tiger’s sound, the white-clothed swordsman to go momentum does not pause, one hand off the body of the snow-white tunic, revealing the inside of a plain and simple clothes, just as the residents of the capital common wear.

The white shirt landed in the mud, a moment later, a toe on the clothes gently point, a figure speedily swept past.

Fan Xian looked at the distant swordsman who had disguised himself as an ordinary citizen, and his admiration for the other party had reached a level that could not be overstated. The other party didn’t flee to the countryside like a normal assassin, but instead wanted to throw himself into the net and kill his way into Kyoto, where there were many thousands of people, and the other party must have a reliable identity to hide as he blended into the sea of people, so I’m afraid it would be difficult to find him even if the Supervisory Yuan launched its full force.

Today, the royal family gathered at the Hanging Temple, so the defense of Kyoto was naturally lax, and the soldier at the city gate only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and rubbed his eyes, but he didn’t know what had happened.

Fan Xian could see clearly that the man had already blended into the crowd in Kyoto, and without fear of shocking the world, he directly rushed through the city gates.

He was not hindered from entering the city, and he was still barely able to keep tabs on the assassin. In such a complicated situation as Kyoto, it was the time to truly test the abilities of the dark assassins. Fan Xian did everything he could to not lose the shadow-like figure in front of him, but fortunately, he was in excellent spirits today, and his speed did not decrease one bit.

Silent pursuit and counter-tracking went on amongst the homes and alleys of Kyoto, the menace perhaps not as great as the last time on the shores of the North Sea, but the level of tension was as great as ever.

The building corner of the figure fluttered, foot cloth shoes a little, through the lively old market street, knocked over a candy gourd vendor. It is this collision, let Fan Xian judge clearly, the assassin suffered heavy injuries, it seems to have been unable to support, only to be unable to control their own bodies.

A dead alley, suddenly appeared, after a burst of rapid and light footsteps, Fan Xian finally managed to block that person at the end of the alley.

After trekking for several times, using his heart and mind with great effort, his face was somewhat unnaturally pale, but on his cheeks were two exuberant flushes of red, and his eyes were crystal bright, which was precisely the display of his body’s true qi being energized to an extreme point.

The assassin in the alleyway is in a worse situation, white clothes have gone, an ordinary clothes below, you can already see the hidden seeping blood.

The assassin turned around, a face completely unfamiliar to Fan Xian, also pale and incomparable, thinking that he rarely saw the sunlight on weekdays, and didn’t know if he had disguised himself. With a hoarse voice, he looked at Fan Xian, who was only ten paces away from him, and said:

“Little Lord Fan, aren’t you tired?”

Fan Xian was slightly stunned and said softly, “This official didn’t expect you to be able to run so far.”

The assassin smiled faintly and gently reached his hand into his outer shirt, slowly taking out the ancient sword that was as cold as autumn water, and with the sword in his hand, his whole body’s temperament changed, immediately transforming from a fugitive dark assassin into a condescending swordsman, filled with confidence and pride.

“I didn’t want to kill you.”

Fan Xian was silent, knowing that the other party did have enough strength to say such a seemingly arrogant sentence if he was not injured. Feeling the chilling sword intent that brushed his face at the end of the alley, he subconsciously prepared to gouge the trigger of the dark crossbow, take out the black dagger hidden in his boot, and throw out his best poisonous smoke …… Unexpectedly …… the dagger didn’t touch it, the poisonous smoke ran out, and the dark crossbow was no longer there.

“You are naked.” The nameless assassin said indifferently, “You only have three nu arrows, a dagger, and fourteen explosive smoke pills, and now …… you’re naked.”

Fan Xian bowed his head slightly, his face sank, knowing that he had indeed entered the capital naked, and that the three major magic treasures that had always been able to help him were no longer with him – with these three major magic treasures in hand, he dared to fight Haitang head on. And at this moment, facing a supreme expert whose comprehensive strength was definitely not below Haitang’s, what could Fan Xian do? He could only bless the other party’s injuries to kick in a little faster …… Uncle Five Bamboo could come a little faster.

The abundant true qi in his body, which had now reached the peak of the realm, made his mind resolute and confident, and the true qi that flowed rapidly through his meridians was like countless mischievous children, persuading him to rely on his own strength and fight the other party fiercely.

And unexpectedly …… he just took a deep breath, suppressed his wariness, looked at the other party with a gaze that didn’t have a trace of emotion mixed in, and said with a smile, “Name an identity of yours that can satisfy me …… and I will not chase.”

This is the deal, this is a deal that he risked the strange danger, has been tracking this supreme master to the capital …… also to make a deal. The assassination of the Hanging Temple was too odd, the bizarre dereliction of duty of the Gong Dian, the brilliant arrangement of the repeated organs during the assassination, the appearance and departure of this assassin in front of him, and his familiarity with the internal affairs of the Qing State, all revealed a terrible truth, that this time around, more than one side of the force must have been involved in this assassination and there must have been people within the Qing State who were involved!

Fan Xian simply needed to know the true origins of this matter, not act like a warrior to wash away His Majesty’s shame. He was not a mere loyalist, and cared more about the relationship between this assassination and himself, his father, and the Inspectorate.

“Don’t say things like temperament.” Fan Xian still kept his head lowered and smiled, “You and I are both on the same path, and know that there is no point in committing to such things, give me the information I need and I will let you go.”

The assassin fell silent, acquiescing to his words. But just when Fan Xian thought that the other party would accept this deal that seemed to be fair to both sides, an absolute win-win situation, the other party suddenly said, “Now the question is, if I kill you, won’t I be able to leave just the same?”

This world was really wonderful, Fan Xian had forcefully rejected the Second Prince’s proposal of a reconciled symbiosis, which seemed beautiful to everyone, and at this moment, someone else had also forcefully rejected him.

Relying on what? Of course it was strength.

The sword light seemed to illuminate the entire alley within an instant, and the fallen leaves in the late fall were also whipped up by this sword wind, fluttering chaotically between the two of them. The ancient long sword, accompanied by the bleak fallen leaves, came to Fan Xian’s face abruptly and decisively.

Just like at the top floor of the Hanging Temple, Fan Xian’s true qi sprinted out of his body and was transported to his palms, which opened up the sky and the earth, and with a majestic palm wind, he slapped the other party’s face, not even looking at the long sword that was coming his way.

The palm wind was so strong that it shook the swordsman’s hair backward and scattered it like steel spikes.

In the way of martial arts, he was inferior to his opponent, so he had no choice but to fight for his life. Moreover, he knew very well that the more a supreme assassin who killed without counting, the more he treasured his life, the more proud he was, how could he exchange his life.

As he had hoped, the other party did indeed swing his sword horizontally and chopped at his palm. Fan Xian retracted his hand strangely fast, transforming into two black shadows and striking the other party’s solar plexus, these two punches came out cleanly and simply, but they were exceptionally ferocious.

Right at this moment, the swordsman he was fighting against did something that Fan Xian could not have expected!

The swordsman no longer swung his sword as dashingly as the great painter, no longer skillfully maneuvering his sword …… he directly abandoned his sword.

The longsword came out of his hand and shot out sharply, attacking Fan Xian’s throat, but his body shrank in an unusually odd way, avoiding Fan Xian’s harsh punch and placing his hand to the opening of his left leg’s boot.

A dull, lightless dagger was taken out!

Fan Xian stifled a yelp and retracted his fist, interlacing it with a strike, and by virtue of his overbearing true qi, he sent the life-threatening sword flying. The ancient sword flew out in a straight line and plunged into the alley wall with a snort, trembling and buzzing incessantly.

What made him even more alarmed was that the other party actually fished out a dagger from his boot and stabbed at himself, a move Fan Xian was all too familiar with!

When a swordsman’s ancient sword was in his hand, he was a bright, wide-open, hallowed master swordsman, so Fan Xian used his domineering true qi accordingly, but after this swordsman discarded his sword, the entire person’s radiance seemed to vanish, transforming into a phantom shadow in the middle of the autumn wind, a sharp dagger in his hand, stabbing out of nowhere.

This strong change in temperament happened only suddenly, and Fan Xian was almost unable to cope with it, getting a tiny blood cut on his left arm!

In a flash, two black and gray figures were thus entangled in the alley, close combat, all in a strange and weird way, sharp and silent, pointing out the insidious, within a very small range, carrying out a very dangerous stabbing. The two people’s movements are getting faster and faster, bending elbows and lifting knees, lifting the abdomen and chopping the feet, standing on the wall from the corner to the wall, and then falling to the ground …… a series of physical fighting sounds rang out in succession, thrilling and frightening.

If Fan Xian hadn’t grown up being hammered by the Five Bamboos from a young age, and if he hadn’t been deeply immersed in the style of the Procuratorate and had always followed this path, I’m afraid that he would have already been poked with countless bloody holes by that dagger, but even though he dodged as fast as he could, he was still cut with countless bloody slits on his body by the dagger that seemed to be tainted with the Soul Devouring Aura.

The other party must have known the construction of the official uniform of the Procuratorate very well, and the cuts made by the tip of the dagger were all places that were not protected by the key.

And most make Fan Xian heart scared is, the other party even on their own research very thorough, will their own out of the line of reckoning dead, their own rely on life-saving small means, even every time before the launch, was the other party guessed the first opportunity, to avoid the past, no matter it is twisting the tail finger, or inserting the eyeballs, pinch the scrotum, or want to pour elbow strike …… what kind of shameless and nasty! Insidious tricks, have lost their effectiveness!

A flash of light gray light flashed across Fan Xian’s eyes, and the tip of the dagger came down very straight, very straight, which reminded him of Uncle Wu Zhu’s stick, and reminded him of the words Uncle Wu Zhu had said-straight, accurate, and vicious.

The reason why Fan Xian still had the mood to reminisce about the past when he was about to hiccup was because he had another move, the Great Splitting Coffin, with a blade hidden in the tip of his boot under his foot.

With a fling of his hand, the violent true qi in his body burst out all at once, the official uniform of the Supervisory Yuan on his arm was shaken to ribbons, and his right hand was agitated by the true qi, trembling incessantly, vaguely having a few hints of the style of Ye Liuyun’s scattering of hands under the Tanyu Sea Cliff. It struck out with a snap.

The assassin, who was attached to his left arm like a ghost, only felt a powerful and congenial true qi coming to his face, and the other party’s fingers of this slap scattered, like a withered branch trembling!

The assassin’s chest was smothered, and he was shaken out, and his toes also stepped downward, stepping impartially on the tip of Fan Xian’s boot knife that he had sinisterly kicked over, and drifting back three feet!

Fan Xian let out a muffled grunt, covering his left arm that had suffered a knife wound, and looked at the terrifying foe in front of him. Realizing that the other party was also covering his lips and bleeding, he felt slightly relieved.

Only, Uncle Five Bamboo hadn’t come yet.

The assassin crossed his elbow and held the grayish dagger across his eyes, hissing, “This is learned from you.”

Fan Xian grimaced, feeling his energy draining away as the blood spilled from his wounds, and said in a cold voice, “You’re welcome.”

There was no time left for him to heal his wounds and regulate his temper, and the other party was obviously even tougher than himself in terms of his tolerance for injuries, so without a second word, Fan Xian pointed his toes at the alley wall, kicked down a few gray bricks, and his entire body had already pounced forward, going as if he were a tiger, going without a second thought!

The assassin took a step back, jumped up, and backhanded his knife, stabbing him in the temple.

Fan Xian body stagnation, the momentum from the extremely violent and turned to the extremely feminine, the entire human body extremely risky around the dagger turned a small half circle, the right hand two fingers between the flash of cold, from the back of their own neck ghost reached out …… in a flash of eternity, it will be lightly flicked poisonous needles, zapped that stabilizes the unusual grip on the dagger’s hand! …… s tiger mouth!

But he did not expect, the assassin backhanded ruffled that knife, but it is a false impression. When the tip of the needle probed over, the other party had already calmly pulled back the dagger three inches, allowing the poisonous needle to be stuck on top of the cross surface of the dagger, and the tip of the needle was inches shorter, making it seem fragile!

Immediately afterward, the assassin had driven a knee into Fan Xian’s back waist socket. A sharp pain caused him to cross his body, and then he saw that the terrifying dagger was only a very short distance away from his chest.

–Looking at the dagger, Fan Xian despaired, the other party was so well prepared that he even felt out his last three hairpins to save his life!

And …… Five Bamboo is not here yet.

With a heavy blow to his waist, Fan Xian’s muffled grunt changed into an extremely furious cry!

“Ah!”

The moment of life and death finally inspired the greatest potential within him, sucking all of that strong killing power into the snowy mountain, and catalyzing the overbearing true qi to his own arms, clamping down on the dagger!

As soon as the palms and the dagger were clamped together, an extremely unpleasant hissing sound was emitted, just like a red-hot iron was slowly scratching across the rough paws.

The two were so close that Fan Xian could see the hint of a smile in the other’s eyes.

Unlucky things like this always come together, and at this point, Fan Xian had reached the most dangerous time, and the biggest hidden danger in his body had finally erupted, letting out a deadly roar.

The violent true qi, like a disobedient child, and like a wild beast that was difficult to tame, unusually unstable, began to pulsate in his meridians, and the true qi contained at the snowy mountain also seemed to have finally broken through the limit with this mind-consuming tussle.

Exploded.

In that very short moment, Fan Xian had already felt the pain that he had never felt before, every part of his body that could feel the nerves, it was like they were torn apart, the pain was incomparable, and the true qi in his body just like this wildly and wantonly broke through the pipe wall and killed into his body, and in a moment, it was annihilated in his internal organs and organs, and it could no longer be mobilized out.

True qi is all gone, both palms are naturally powerless.

With a soft snort, the gray dagger that had never been able to truly pierce Fan Xian simply, even somewhat absurdly, pierced into his chest.

Fan Xian let go of his palms and looked incredulously at the dagger that had suddenly appeared on his chest, and only the back part of it could be seen.

Even the other party’s supreme assassin seemed to be stunned, foolishly looking at the dagger on Fan Xian’s chest without any next move.

I don’t know how long it took for the pain to reach Fan Xian’s brain, and he realized that he had been hit by a very deep stab, and that he was afraid that his life would be handed over in a small alley in the other world in such a confused manner.

He was unwilling to do so! There are still a lot of things left to do. Still haven’t given birth to a child, haven’t copied the Dream of Red Mansions to seventy-eight times, still haven’t gone to the inner library to see the housewares made by Ye Light Eyebrows, still haven’t gone to the temple to peep, still haven’t stood on the palace’s great hall and declared his identity to the world.

The most unwilling is …… blind, how come you haven’t come yet?

“Accidentally.”

Very unexpectedly, the one who said these two words, in addition to the dying Fan Xian who did not forget the previous life of Star of the Week, there is also the opposite side of that Jian Rong, except that Fan Xian said extremely unwillingly, and the other side said extremely innocently.

The assassin finally loosened his grip on the dagger, and Fan Xian’s legs went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

When Emperor Qing’s most elite tiger guards finally arrived at the alley with great difficulty, they didn’t have time to participate in the fierce battle, and only had time to watch a person who looked like an ordinary citizen loosen the dagger in Lord Fan’s chest, and then transformed into a black shadow that swept directly over the wall at the end of the alley.

And Lord Little Fan, the incomparably powerful great man that these Tiger Guards secretly recited, fell straight down onto the land in the alley like a drunken drunkard.

“Give chase!” A tiger guard roared in a low voice.

“Split two, first save the people!”

The leader of this line of tiger guards, Gao Da, sank into a face that was murderous and gloomy to the core, crouched down next to Fan Xian, looking at the ground in front of him, this young official who had taken himself on a mission to Northern Qi, his heart incomparably tense and worried.

I don’t know how long it took, but finally a voice sounded in the alley.

“Can’t die.” Fan Xian panted and leaned into Gao Da’s arms, looking at the large swath of crimson in front of his chest, “It wasn’t inserted deep enough …… However, quickly ask the imperial physician …… to go to the mansion to find my sister to get the antidote pills… …Also ask His Majesty to urgently summon Fei Jie back to the capital …… Little life is important.”

After saying this, Fan Xian’s eyes closed and he fainted, only to use his somewhat blurred vision to glance at the earthen wall where the assassin had fled before passing out. The strange situation after the accidental serious injury has already let him vaguely guessed the identity of that terrible assassin, just this thing is too complicated, too terrible, terrible to the point that he would rather subconsciously make himself unconscious, but also do not want to continue to think on this matter.