The cannon fodder of quick travel is dying again

Chapter 202

"What's your name?"

"Xiao Jing." The little beggar replied trembling.

"Why are you following me?"

"You look like my sister."

"Say more."

Xiao Jing immediately changed her words: "Because I have meat to eat with my sister."

"Want to eat meat?"

The little beggar nodded and looked at Lin Xiaocao expectantly.

Lin Xiaocao smiled.

Xiao Jing looked up at the bright moon, and felt that the fairy sister's eyes were much prettier than the bright moon.

She thought, she wanted meat to eat.

So the group found out that Lin Xiaocao had a little follower named Xiaojing.

The little boy is only nine years old, but he is very clever.

It often makes people laugh.

And Xiao Jing knows a lot of things, like a little Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng.

"Itching medicine, you can tell from the name, people who take the medicine will itch all over their bodies for an hour, it's extremely uncomfortable."

When Xiao Jing spoke, there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were cunning.

Ye Wushuang asked again: "Then what other interesting medicine?"

Xiao Jing thought for a while, and said seriously: "There is another kind of medicine that can make people lose themselves, which is very similar to a Gu technique of Nanyi. But it is a forbidden medicine."

Ye Wushuang's eyes darkened slightly.

They arrived in Yiqiu on a rainy day. From a distance, there were only patches of dense forests. In the foggy sky, the figures of people were blurred.

Ye Wushuang held an umbrella for Lin Xiaocao and walked at the back.

The road is too narrow and slippery in rainy weather for horse-drawn carriages.

There had been a heavy rain at night, and now it was drizzling.

suddenly.

Several men in black emerged from the woods, their faces covered, and they were full of murderous intent.

Little Five, Little Six, Twelve, Ah Rong appeared instantly.

The man in black came aggressively, Lin Yuan also drew his sword, and fought with the man in black.

Ye Wushuang stood in front of Lin Xiaocao, protecting her tightly.

Half of Lin Xiaocao's twelve shadow guards stayed in the palace, and even Xiao Jiu stayed with the queen mother.

The man in black is very good at swordsmanship, and he looks like he has been professionally trained.

Lin Xiaocao was thinking about why someone was chasing after her when she first arrived in Yiqiu. She glanced at Yuange who was looking at Lin Yuan worriedly, and then looked away.

Xiaojing cowered behind Lin Xiaocao, trembling.

"What kind of poison do you have?" Lin Xiaocao suddenly asked.

Xiao Jing said in fear: "My poisons are useless to these masters at all, sister Xiancao, what should I do?"

Only then did Lin Xiaocao realize that the situation was a little serious.

Because even the twelve with the most extraordinary sword skills can only contain five people.

Lin Xiaocao counted.

There were almost nineteen men in black.

The accompanying guards on their side are all among the best in the palace, they never expected to be so vulnerable in front of the man in black.

While she was thinking, a man in black charged at her, Ye Wushuang blocked it smoothly, mist welled up in his eyes.

Blood spilled instantly.

The man in black was instantly stopped by Twelve again.

When the battle was in chaos, a man in red descended from the sky, instantly becoming the only bright color in the dark sky.

He moved extremely fast, and saw the silver sword flying freely in his hand, and several men in black fell to the ground.

The red in Lin Xiaocao's eyes kept changing.

Xiao Jing exclaimed beside her: "Sister Xiancao, we are saved."

"Who is he?"

"He is the second swordsman in the world, Lanfeng."

"Who is number one?"

"He called it second, and no one dared to call it first."

Lin Xiaocao looked at Ye Wushuang. Because of the injury, the young man's lips were slightly pale, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looked extremely evil.

Lin Xiaocao immediately took out her silk handkerchief, tore it to wrap Ye Wushuang's arm tightly, and the blood was instantly stopped.

"It doesn't hurt very much."

Ye Wushuang bent his eyes: "It doesn't hurt."

Within half a stick of incense time, all the men in black had fallen to the ground. Lin Yuan pinched the neck of the last survivor, took off his mask, and asked, "Who sent it?"

The man in black didn't answer, he gritted his teeth lightly, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth in a blink of an eye, and he fell unconscious.

Blood stained the rain red.

The man in red stood in the center of the corpse. He put away his sword and hugged it to his chest, exuding a leisurely and carefree atmosphere.

"I'm afraid it will be very difficult for the dead men of Zhaoying Pavilion to find out who is behind the scenes." The man in red said, his voice was a little distracted.

The Zhaoying Pavilion rose up three years ago, and it is full of well-trained dead soldiers, who only accept murder jobs, as long as they are paid more money, they can kill the emperor.

Mainly, they are very principled, have survived for so many years, and have never revealed information about their employers.

Lin Yuan stepped forward and saluted, "Thank you, Young Master, for your help."

Lan Feng laughed, with a bit of casualness in his long and narrow phoenix eyes.

"No need to say thank you, I also have something to ask for."

(End of this chapter)