I just like the Prime Minister

Throughout the ages, there have been many assassins who have had trouble with the emperor's old man. Some of them became famous in the first battle and sacrificed their lives to become benevolent, while some were ruined and ruined in the city.But from a certain point of view, most of this group of people are heroes with high martial arts skills. Even Tai Shigong specially listed their biographies one, two, three, and four, expressing sincerely that "scholars are heroes." The confidant dies”——Although Li Chengzuo never agreed with this view, he always firmly believed that this group of people who stopped killing by killing must have never let go of the unrefined gas before they set off. The reason is also very simple: After all, the villain died of talking too much.

Some of these assassins did complete their missions gloriously with their hands up and down with their knives - that's all very rare luck.What's more, like Jing Ke, he cursed himself "one gone and never returned" from the beginning, and in the end, he died and couldn't die again.What's more, he has assassinated the emperors of the six kingdoms and three dynasties one after another, and whoever he kills survives. It can be called a mascot to prolong the life of the emperor.

I'm afraid that in those few years, the emperor who had not been assassinated by him was like a dignitary with no servants in his family today, and he felt that there was nothing to talk about when he went out to brag.Li Chengzuo thought of these people and sighed for them-if he were this, he would be ashamed to take the throne, as if he lacked paperwork when he took office.

This is a little embarrassing.

As an assassin, it is indeed a great honor to assassinate the emperor, and there are probably not a few people who want to go down in history with this name.

But fame has its beauty and its evil, and the good and bad reputation have always been linked to the motives of actions—no one eats too much and feels idle, so he slapped his forehead when he woke up at home, and said: I'm in a good mood, so let's go and assassinate an emperor"——According to general experience, this is not a hero, but a lack of heart.

If the assassination is for the sake of fame, there is always a reason for the incident, even if there is no condition for "the incident happened for a reason", conditions must be created to make him look more "the incident happened for a reason".

This is more learned.Judging from the experience summed up by the predecessors of the assassins at the cost of their lives, the reasons that don’t sound nonsense and are worth the “white knife in, red knife out” generally include: the emperor was cruel, the emperor robbed his wife, the emperor killed him father……

And so on, and so on.

These reasons are all valid, after all, on this issue, no one likes to be treated as a fool without a heart.

However, the assassin who came to assassinate Li Chengzuo was obviously very different.

Hearing this question from Li Chengzuo, this person was very unconventional, as if he didn't take the "fame" seriously. If this person didn't follow the established rules, he would report his family name. Second, instead of yelling at "the dog emperor, stop talking nonsense and take your life", he tilted his head in a very "cute" way after thinking for a while, and then said: "I will not be cremated when I die, and the hero will also give a human as a coffin. Others Honor, no need."

This "cuteness" is as fresh and refined as the little green lotus in the Taiye Pond, which makes Li Chengzuo's "freshness" goose bumps all over his body.

Li Chengzuo didn't hear any information other than creepy from this sentence, but Jiang Xizhu behind him heard the words, his eyelids twitched wildly, and he blurted out in surprise: "Human coffin?! You are from Khitan!"

This made Li Chengzuo's words sound a little frightening.

Fortunately, Jiang Chengxiang has read a lot of books since he was a child, unlike Li Chengzuo's half-bottled ink dots, which "use time to hate less". I heard a frightening custom - it is said that among the Khitan nobles there is a supremely glorious funeral ritual system, non-big nobles and current heroes are not allowed to use it, this method hollows out the internal organs of another corpse that is taller than the deceased, leaving only the skin and flesh as the coffin Putting the real deceased in this corpse is called a "human coffin". The "human coffin" will become the most heartfelt guard and servant of the coffin owner on Huangquan Road, serving the venerable buried in his torso wholeheartedly on the other side.

Although this matter is quite illogical, according to Jiang Chengxiang's private opinion, the "human coffin" turned into a ghost to dig out the heart and lungs of the coffin owner.

But this does not affect the conclusion that the assassin is a Khitan. After all, no foreigner can come up with such a shocking method to show his noble status - I heard that you all sleep in coffins when you die?Hehe, we all slept to death.

Although one sleep is not the other, but in this critical situation, such trivial issues as "how to sleep" can be ignored.

Li Chengzuo has unprincipled trust in Jiang Xizhu. Even if Jiang Xizhu pointed out that the person in front of him is a monster at this moment, he immediately thought about how to subdue the demon. However, the Khitan man was exposed by Jiang Xizhu's words. He was stunned for a moment, as if he had finally realized The truth of "as an assassin, you can't talk too much nonsense".

The tea drinkers who were able to run all ran away, and the originally crowded "Zuihuayin" seemed to suddenly become an empty ghost town with strange piano sounds.

The sound of the piano downstairs was still loud, and the powerful sound of the piano seemed to wake up the assassin who was in a momentary confusion, telling him that he hadn't succeeded yet, and there was still someone to chop.

The man was relieved, and three feet away from Li Chengzuo and Jiang Xizhu, he suddenly raised his head and smiled.

This is probably the most eerie and frightening smile that Prime Minister Jiang, a humerus minister who lives in a temple and cares about the country and the people, has ever seen in his life.

The man's face cracked a black gap with the ever-widening smile, as if an invisible knife volleyed open his lips to his cheeks, and the luthiers playing complex music downstairs The pitch was raised suddenly, and the flustered music for no reason merged with the "storyteller" with a terrifying face, suddenly breaking through the shackles of silence in the void.

Under the gaze of the two of them, the face finally split into pieces, revealing the original monster's real face under the skin of the "storyteller".

Under the skin, the Khitan assassin is actually not that old, around 20 years old, and under the mask to conceal his identity, there is actually a black hollow mask as thin as a cicada's wings. The lines are evil, as if it is the murder of some evil spirit totem.

In contrast, he also has a pair of wolves in Liaodong with strange green eyes.

The rest can no longer be seen by Jiang Xizhu.

Those wolf eyes suddenly revealed a fierce light, and the cold iron fan in his hand curled up. He leaned forward and rushed forward. His lightning-fast figure gathered like sharp blades to form an oncoming volley strike, facing Li Chengzuo and Jiang Xizhu's attack. The direction is head-on.

Li Chengzuo only had a folding fan inlaid with gold in his hand, which took up the title of "Golden Nobility". He was still guarding Jiang Xizhu, who was powerless to fight back, and he didn't dare to fight hard at all. He was forced to be restrained after a few moves, and could only rely on quick reactions, leading people to dodge and dodge with his backhand to avoid the sharp edge.Even so, Li Chengzuo was still cut off a palm-sized piece of fabric on his sleeve by the continuously rotating fan bones.

Before he had time to take a closer look, the Khitan Assassin's Leng Tie had already chased him, Li Chengzuo didn't have time to pause, and was forced to dismantle seventeen or eight moves with the Assassin who was approaching him like lightning, seeing that there was no way to avoid it, and then If he retreated, he could only poke Jiang Chengxiang's gentlemanly body into the pillars of the "Zuihuayin" teahouse.

Li Chengzuo made a decisive decision, swayed past the assassin with a sweep, and led Jiang Xizhu over the railing on the second floor in an unusually tricky posture. Taking advantage of this gap, he finally took a moment and gave Jiang Xizhu a palm-sized hand. letter arrow.

The Letter Arrow is in the shape of a metal box. The difference from ordinary boxes is that there is a tail-like metal key at the bottom, which contains a mechanism. Turning the key three times will activate the explosives inside the Letter Arrow, thereby driving the Letter Arrow Drill. It came out of the sky as a signal to call for help.

Of course, Jiang Xizhu has seen this thing before. When he first entered the military aircraft department, he secretly ordered the military equipment supervisor to develop it. It was specially reserved for Li Chengzuo, a useless emperor who can't do anything without writing or fighting.It's just that Jiang Xizhu didn't expect that the way of heaven is reincarnation, how this thing was handed over from his hands, and how it was returned.

This Xinjian Jiang Xizhu is more familiar than Li Chengzuo, and he started to start decisively without any reason because he has never practiced martial arts before.

The masked assassin was furious with a slash, and his subordinates were even more difficult to deal with. He didn't give them a chance to breathe, and he chased him almost instantly. The puppet-like luthiers standing on Taishan seemed to have suddenly felt the silk thread, and they hugged the violin in unison and surrounded them, their faces and skills were like ghosts.

Just twisting the letter arrow key in Jiang Xizhu's hand, the palm of his hand was numb by the sound waves vibrating like substance, and the fingertips softened, and the letter arrow that reported the letter almost fell out of his hand, and it was only with his tense spirit that he managed to regain it. back palm.

But he underestimated the aftertaste of the sound wave too much, his hand that was originally holding the pen and playing chess didn't recover half of the consciousness for a long time, as if it was useless.

But the situation clearly cannot wait any longer. It is still difficult for Li Chengzuo to deal with the masked assassin, and none of the luthiers who surround him is a fuel-efficient lamp. There is interference between three punches and two feet. Fortunately, their internal strength will not only affect Li Chengzuo, but also Affects Masked Assassins, causing them not to act rashly without orders.

Jiang Xizhu propped up his numb fingers, held the letter arrow box with stiff hands, brought the key full of copper rust to his mouth, and turned the key with his teeth in a shapeless manner.

The masked assassin was in an inseparable fight with Li Chengzuo, and when he saw Jiang Xizhu's distorted movements, he immediately swayed Li Chengzuo's palm, and the cold iron fan brushed against the side of Li Chengzuo's neck, and came straight towards Jiang Xizhu, who was caught by Li Chengzuo Wrapping around from behind, he pinched his shoulder blades with a palm.

The iron fan bone stopped suddenly when it was only a short distance away from Jiang Xizhu, as if at the same time, the letter arrow finally turned to the last axis, Jiang Xizhu used all his strength to throw it towards the sky, and the moment he raised his head, the iron fan bone was stiff behind his ear Three bloodstains were drawn.

Seeing the three bloodstains, Li Chengzuo's face suddenly turned black like a cloud that crushed the city, and the strength of his hands suddenly burst like a cracking mountain. Under the fury, his fingertips suddenly exerted force, and without warning, he crushed the masked assassin's shoulder blades with one hand!

However, no one heard the horrible "click" sound of bone shattering, and even the assassin's extremely forbearable murmur under the shock and pain disappeared without a trace-the letter arrow dragged the long tail of burning gunpowder, Cranes screamed terribly, and broke through the roof of the carved beams and painted buildings of "Zuihuayin" with a loud bang. Wood and rubble fell one after another, smashing everyone's heads and bodies. The bombardment in the night turned into huge green fireworks, vigorously revealing that something clanged and tore the sky.