The world starts from the iron cloth shirt

Form a public opinion team to sing praises to yourself and spread your good reputation. If this is the case, the popularity should increase faster, right?

Do you want to take the time to try it?

While he was thinking, a figure suddenly walked outside, his clothes were messed up, his face was pale, and he was a little embarrassed.

The discussants in the inn suddenly exclaimed.

"The curator!"

"Oh my god, it's actually Senior Fang!"

"Senior Fang, how are you doing?"

The crowd was sensational, got up one after another, and surrounded the past.

Chen Xuan's eyes flashed, and he quickly swept away.

Fang Xuanwen!

This old turtle is not dead?

But looking at his current state of distress, even if he didn't die, he was probably seriously injured. There was a green look in his brows, and there were stab wounds on his arms and legs, probably because he was hunted down.

Fang Xuanwen immediately clasped his fists at the crowd and said, "You don't need to be too polite, the old man is fine."

He turned around and gave instructions to the waiter in the shop, and asked for a room in the upper room.

The waiter immediately led the way for him.

Chen Xuan transported his internal energy into his ears, expanded his ears to the maximum, and listened quietly to the movements above.

After Fang Xuanwen entered the room, he told the waiter that no one should disturb him and that the food would be served in a while. The waiter responded and came downstairs immediately.

Chen Xuan's eyes flickered.

Fang's father and son didn't have a good thing.

The younger ones have been killed, so might as well get rid of the old ones too.

He must have known about killing his son, too.

Chen Xuan's heart was beating wildly, and it was hard to contain the thought once it came out.

Chapter 48 毒杀房玄文

A table of good dishes is quickly filled.

Chen Xuan gobbled it up and ate it quickly.

After eating, he intentionally hoarse and asked the shopkeeper to open a room for him.

When walking upstairs, he intentionally or unintentionally scanned the doors of the rooms on the second floor.

Judging from the sound he heard just now, Fang Xuanwen's room should be the third.

Not surprisingly, his room will be next to him.

The room numbers of the inn are all occupied in order, and the people who live in the first room will be followed by the second and third rooms, unless the guests themselves have special requirements, and they did not see other people when they just ate. Since no one is staying, there is a high possibility that his room will be next to Fang Xuanwen.

"Guest officer, are you satisfied?"

The waiter opened the door and said with a smile.

Chen Xuan glanced at it, nodded slightly, without speaking, waved his sleeves, and sent the waiter away.

The shop clerk chuckled, exited the room, and closed the door.

Chen Xuan thought about it.

Then there is the matter of poisoning.

Fang Xuanwen's strength is profound, and he is a veteran of the world, so if he wants to poison him, I'm afraid it will be very difficult.

Putting it in vegetables and tea will not work at all, he will definitely test it with a silver needle.

"What if you apply the poison on the spout of the jug, so that it can't be detected? But isn't the risk too great?"

Chen Xuan thought secretly.

But maybe Fang Xuanwen is now at the end of his battle.

I just saw a greenness in his brows, obviously poisonous to the bone marrow, so you can take risks.

There were already footsteps downstairs.

Chen Xuan opened the door and took a look.

I saw the waiter in the shop walking upstairs with a tray in his hand and a smile on his face.

With a flash of Chen Xuan's body, the eight-step chasing cicada unfolded, and appeared in front of the waiter like a gust of wind. He touched his acupuncture points instantly, caught the tray lightly with his left hand, and carried the waiter with his right hand and walked towards his room.

He moved extremely fast throughout the whole process, exerting his lightness kung fu to the extreme, without making a single sound.

Chen Xuan returned to the room, quickly swapped the waiter's clothes with his own, and put the waiter's headgear on his head, then took out the rot intestine powder and five venom liquids and gently applied them on the spout of the jug and the bottom of the cup. The rim of the cup.

After finishing all this, he left the room with the tray, came to Fang Xuanwen's door, and began to knock on the door.

"Come in!"

A low voice sounded in the room.

With a creak, Chen Xuan pushed the door open, smiled, and put the food on the table.

During this period, he took time to glance at Fang Xuanwen, and saw that Fang Xuanwen was sitting cross-legged on the couch, motionless, with white smoke coming out of his head, and green aura in his brows and eyes, obviously exercising to force poison.

"My lord, the food will not taste good when it gets cold for a while."

Chen Xuan changed his voice and laughed.

"Ah."

Fang Xuanwen responded indifferently.

Chen Xuan didn't stay any longer, exited the room, and gently closed the door.

After he left Fang Xuanwen's room, he immediately returned to his own room, his heart pounding, waiting.

To be honest, he didn't know if he could succeed, but he had to try anyway.