Young man, rich and easy to talk

Qin Xichao knew what he was going to do.He had someone open the closet, and everything was still there, except for the light crossbow.

Tang Wuming left, wearing a dark suit that symbolized Qian Manmen, and carrying the not-so-good crossbow on his back.

He lay on his back on the couch, listening to Qin Feng whispering in his ear for half an hour, and finally sent him away with some insignificant tasks.

Wen Muyun was still pouring tea and sitting steadily.

"Help me untie it." Qin Xi said.

The doctor smiled, "Although this kind of medicine is not very harmful, it is hard to cure. If you ask me like this, you are making things difficult for me."

Qin Xichao stared at him, "Doctor Wen is unparalleled in medicine, what can you do?"

Wen Muyun gradually stopped laughing, put down the teacup in his hand, walked slowly to his couch, rolled up his wide and white sleeves, and suddenly punched him in the chest.

That is the greatest strength for a doctor who can only use a dagger to defend himself.

Qin Xichao flinched in pain, not even having time to defend.

Wen Muyun withdrew his hands, folded his cuffs, and looked at the man on the bed who was glaring at him angrily, "You can't even stand my punch, even if I untie you, where can you go?"

"That's my business," Qin Xi said, "If I can go a moment earlier, nothing will happen to him!"

"Who is he!" Wen Muyun also raised the volume to suppress him.

Qin Xi was taken aback.

"If you left a moment earlier, you would die with him." Wen Muyun sighed, bending slightly to cover him with a thin quilt, "Xi Chao, I know you are worried about him, but you have to think about it carefully. Don't lose your head in a hurry."

Qin Xichao remained silent.

Wen Muyun said, "No one will die for no reason. He is a man with a lot of money, and he is as smart as a man with a lot of money. If it is not a last resort, he will definitely not put himself in danger."

The five fingers hidden under the quilt clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched again, Qin Xi turned his head to the inside, secretly said, "I know, but I can't worry about it."

The doctor also had no extra comfort, turned around and left.

For the next three days, Wen Muyun still went to see him every day, but ignored his yelling, and didn't mention anything about the antidote.Even if the specially-made body method is solved, it can't solve the composition of Sangong in it. If it is Qin Xichao, what's the use of going, it's not to die with Tang Wuming.

Wen Muyun saw that he came out with his legs and feet leaning on the table and chairs, and even touched the sword with trembling hands, so he couldn't help but sigh that Tang Wuming was so ruthless.

In the past three days, Qin Xichao was really going crazy. He knew Tang Wuming was going to kill someone, but he couldn't stop him earlier, and he hoped that the man could speak out by himself.

Qin Xichao was holding the sword and leaning against the door frame, but he couldn't spin the ground and walk away on the wind. He could only rely on time to bask in the sun, and he suddenly felt really useless.

He remembered that afternoon when that person sat on his lap ambiguously and called him Ah Chao, smiled at him, and asked him if he really liked him, thinking that his sleeves would be pulled and he would finally lie down with him.

He thought Tang Wuming was thinking about it gradually.

But it was all planned by him.

I was so relaxed that I didn't even know when I took the nap, but I was able to sleep like that until dawn.

At noon on the third day, the familiar strength in his body surged from the dantian, Qin Xi slapped the long sword in his palm, and flew away. When Wen Muyun came to see him as usual, he only saw Zhi Ya The creaking door and the empty room.

Qin Feng should go crazy.Wen Muyun thought.

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Tang Wuming followed the information all the way south, tightly holding the red-sealed reward note in his hand, inside was an inscription with a vermilion pen, writing the name of the target, and drawing a small portrait of the target.

The person who is about to die is named Li Zhao, a villain who has been wanted by both the government and the rivers and lakes for a long time.

Tang Wuming was a little rejoicing, fortunately he was a villain himself, if he was just an unlucky ghost who was awarded a reward because of his own grievances, he might not be able to do it.

He didn't leave Qiongzhou too far, but stayed in a small town going south from Qiongzhou. According to intelligence, Li Zhao would pass by here in the near future.

The great lakes in Qiongzhou diverge here, and it has become a deep and wide river. The rushing water flows around the bamboo forest on the outskirts of the city, and the rustling wind wraps around his hair.

Tang Wuming leaned against a thick bamboo tree, playing with the mask in his hand.

White stripes on a red background, black smear around the forehead, high cheekbones, and ferocious eyes - it seems that it is just a set for a Nuo opera, not the cold face that Qian Manmen is used to.

But there was no other way, the time was so tight, and he didn't have time to put on another mask, anyway, it would be good not to be seen.

But think about it, if he succeeds, naturally he doesn't have to worry; if he doesn't succeed, he will die at the hands of others, so why worry about it.

With the mask on his face, he looked up at the sun, and the bamboo leaves rustled.

Before dark, he always had to rest enough to have the energy to deal with a person he wasn't sure he could kill.

But Tang Wuming couldn't fall asleep at all, or in other words, during the three days he left Fufeng Villa, he was rarely able to fall asleep.

As soon as he closes his eyes, he can see Qin Xichao, holding his legs under the tree to force him to tell the truth, and in the study, who was sitting on his lap and still panicking, hugging him and calling him Wuming. The appearance, the appearance of being helplessly sleeping with him with his sleeves pulled.

And when inhaling the powder, the expression gradually relaxes, and the appearance of sinking into a dream.

defenseless.

He didn't tell Qin Xichao the mission, not only because it was about Qian Man's family, but also because of a revenge mentality.

Qin Xichao was hiding something from him, especially since Wen Muyun came to the villa, he was even more sure.He was also sure that what Qin Xichao hid from him would never be less than the matter of 'he's going to kill someone'.

That person kept saying that he liked him, but kept it from him, Tang Wuming was a little upset.

But he didn't know what kind of way to communicate with a lover. If he asked, would he answer, or would he become angry from embarrassment?

After all, is it a secret?

If someone knew his secret, with Tang Wuming's temperament, he would beat that person until he forgot all about it.

So he escaped, blowing the river wind, pillowed on the bamboo leaves, holding the machine crossbow, everyone was calm and calm.As the saying goes, a little fare is better than a new love, you have to be apart for a while before you can understand whether that person is what you want.

Tang Wuming touched the face under the mask, it was smooth and supple, and it felt very good; he touched his stomach, it was so soft that it could be folded into creases.

Alas, the food at Old Qin's house was delicious, the sleep was so good, and Boss Qin's pinching skills were so good, even if he didn't want to gain weight.

The Qin family is good, the Qin family is wonderful, you are raised by the Qin family.

No, I haven't had time to call yet.

If he can go back alive this time, he will bark happily, he can call anything, like a cat or a dog, like the old monster in the deep mountains, like the pink girl in the little bustard.

Call him two words "uncle".

If I knew this happened today, I should have practiced martial arts diligently; I would have learned how to mix poison with my brothers, or how to make crossbow arrows sharper.

No matter how bad it is... it should be brought out from Fufeng Mountain Villa. The osmanthus cake made by the master chef in the back kitchen is a must. It is sweet but not greasy, crisp but not hard, and the fragrance lasts long.

It's a pity that I can't eat it at all now.

In his wild thoughts, the sky was getting late and the wind was getting colder. He felt cold when he was sitting, and he shivered from the cold.Tang Wuming shook his stiff arms and legs, stood up and stomped his feet to warm his body.

The wind died down and I was sweating.

Tang Wuming was holding the machine crossbow in one hand, seeing the slight unstoppable shaking of the mouth of the crossbow, he immediately hugged it with the other hand, and the whole ball was in his arms, but he was still shaking.

"It's cold." He wiped his sweat.

Just as he was considering whether to go into the city and find a shop facing the street to sit and wait, suddenly there was the sound of horses trampling on the ground along the road, the horse's hooves thumped across the ground, and it also stepped on Tang Wuming's heart.

He pricked up his ears and heard that it was three people, or three horses.

He hid his figure in the depths of the bamboo grove and looked at the approaching figure from a distance, so his eyesight was sharp enough to capture the appearance on horseback.

As soon as he saw it clearly, he wanted to chop up the person who painted the small portrait.

Li Zhao on the horse is a high-spirited young man, while the one on the portrait is full of beards. Tang Wuming couldn't help admiring the people in Juemingtang. With such an unreliable portrait, they can also successfully It was a miracle among miracles that he found someone.

If Tang Wuming recognized it, it all depends on the most important symbol on Li Zhao's face, which is a long scar from the eyebrows to the chin, and the other two gangsters called "Brother Zhao" loudly.

If a good young man doesn't do it, he has to be a domineering male villain, and he deserves to be hunted down.

Tang Wuming quietly followed them into the city, followed the sound of horses' hoofs to find the place where they stayed, but it was not an inn, but a very ordinary yard. They unloaded their horses, carried wine and meat, and went directly to the place where they stayed. There are tables and seats in the courtyard.

Yao Er drank six and ate.

Tang Wuming sat with his back outside their wall, secretly filling the machine crossbow with arrows, while cursing them not to spit out their bones.With just one Li Zhao, he will be blessed by Guan Erye, and with two more strikers, I really don't know who is the deer and who is the hunter this time.

The people inside are very noisy, talking nonsense from the sky and the earth, a whore and a mother, and the cowhide is blown on the top of the queen mother's head, and she is not ashamed.There were several jars of wine lying here and there at the feet, and everyone who drank blushed and began to swear.

When they were so drunk that they couldn't tell the difference between their noses, eyes and mouths, Tang Wuming put on the scarlet mask and jumped up from behind the wall.

I thought that the killing spirit was completely revealed in my eyes.

But Li Zhao's reaction was that a wine jar flew towards him, and he cursed, "Where did you come from!" A jar almost hit him on the forehead.

After all, Tang Wuming had no experience in actual combat. When the three rushed towards him with big knives, he was even frightened by the scene for a moment.

Immediately, he turned his mind back and filled the crossbow with his fastest speed to shoot arrows.

Surrounded by three shadows, the sharp saber slashed straight at the top of his head.

Tang Wuming leaned over to dodge, leaped out with his feet, moved his body and withdrew from the three-way encirclement, then turned around and lowered himself, the crossbow arrows burst out, and shot straight away, while the sound of search sounds, a figure Suddenly fell to the ground.

He didn't dare to look, and retreated out of the yard.

Li Zhao yelled at the back, "Second son!" Then he came after him and called him "son of a bitch".He knew he had already solved one, but it wasn't Li Zhao.

The enemy's anger is rising, but his methods cannot be further improved, which is really a matter of urgency.

The three of them chased into the woods one after the other, the densely packed tree trunks blocked people's sight, Tang Wuming turned onto the tree, held his breath and lost his shape in an instant, blending his own figure with the densely black branches and leaves.

The two people below were still looking for people, one left and one right, Tang Wuming thought for a long time, even filled three crossbow arrows into the machine bracket, and decided to deal with the big head first.

The sound of the machine spring tightening was a clicking sound, although it was weak, it was not absent. When Tang Wuming buckled the machine and aimed it at Li Zhao's back, he suddenly turned around and swooped in, throwing the sword out of his hand.

Tang Wuming didn't expect that he would have this move, the crossbow arrow shot out in panic, and it would rub through his shoulder.

I also fell down from the tree all by myself, and avoided landing with my head on the ground by somersaulting.

Li Zhao was still some distance away from him at this time, but there was another person who was right in front of him, looking at him with a grinning face.

Tang Wuming didn't have time to fill in the long crossbow, he leaned back and took out a handful of iron nails and threw it in, the knife shadow cut down, the spring buckled the bottom, and the crossbow was blocked in the man's belly.

The ejection force of the machine gun is really powerful, and before Tang Wuming could close his eyes, there was a "pop" sound of flesh and blood, the crossbow hit the point, the flesh and blood were rotten, and a blood hole the size of a bowl was facing Tang Wuming's face .

Yu Li lifted the holed body out, but more blood sprayed out, covering Tang Wuming's predecessor like rain—from head to hands, everything.

The loose nails not only scattered the blood, but also crushed the flesh, dripping and staining the ground.

From the corner of his eyes, Li Zhao was roaring and rushing towards him wielding a big knife. Reason told him that now he must raise his weapon, fill in the crossbow with arrows, and give him a real blow to the bone.

But he only felt that his face and eyes were blood red, and the whole world was red.

It is different from the feeling of killing any hare, chicken and duck. When the warm blood runs across the cheeks, flows to the neck, and even seeps into the mouth along the curve, the whole world is actually subverted.

The sky should be red, the earth should be black, and blood should be sweet.

Relying on his last rationality, Tang Wuming tremblingly put the arrow into the crossbow slot, raised the arm of the crossbow, gritted his teeth and forced himself to keep a close eye on the target, and pulled the trigger.

He saw Li Zhao fall to the ground with his own eyes.

The task is over.

But at this moment, he didn't even have the strength to move his body. His knees were weak and he knelt down on the ground, facing the two blood-stained corpses.

The power in his body gradually drifted away, as if it merged with the pool of blood at the point where it met the ground.Tang Wuming couldn't even blink his eyelids anymore, he let the blood drip into his eyes and then pooled together, like tears of blood flowing out.

He watched the scene in front of him become more and more red, but darker and darker. The feeling that he didn't have time to feel when he was in a hurry is now rushing out, dizziness, chills, nausea, any of them are more serious than before.

Tang Wuming put his hands on the ground, trying to escape from the scene as soon as possible, but he was powerless.

In his slowly draining consciousness, he saw one of the corpses moving, saw him get up, saw him dragging the knife...but just watched.

Because his eyes are black, his ears are ringing, and he can't distinguish people and sounds.He wanted to pick up the machine crossbow, but he only moved his fingers insignificantly.

The man rushed towards him with all his strength, he didn't realize until he was close that it was Li Zhao.

——The mission target that did not die.

What was the plot, in the end, no one helped, and even put his own life in it.

Tang Wuming smiled wryly and pulled the corners of his mouth. His last bit of strength was probably enough to say a word.

He looked up at the cut blade and said:

"... Ah Chao."