Young man, rich and easy to talk

Would you like to be my right-hand envoy?

Tang Wuming knelt on the ground and was stunned for a long time. He didn't want to understand that since he was ordered to be arrested, not only would he not be tortured and punished, but he would ask him seriously if he wanted to be a right envoy.

right?What the hell is that!

"Your envoy..." Tang Wuming just opened his mouth and spit out two words weakly. Tang Liu, who was watching the play with a smile on the side, suddenly took a step, and clenched his fists tightly.

"Sect Master!"

Fang Youli leaned against the hall, lowered his eyes and said "Huh?", his tone was quite hostile towards Tang Liu's hastily interjected.

Tang Liugeng lowered his throat, squeezed his fists and looked down at Tang Wuming, and finally stepped back angrily, bowing his head and saying, "The sect master is wise."

Tang Wuming looked back and forth between the two, His Highness and His Highness, puzzled, but hadn't figured out how to answer.

There was a sound of clothes being swept in the hall, Fang Youli walked up to Tang Wuming, bent over and lifted Tang Wuming's chin.Fang Youli's pair of eagle eyes pierced across his face and facial features, making Tang Wuming turn his head away uncomfortably.

"Ha, hahaha!" Fang Youli picked the air in his hand, but smiled unrestrainedly, "Tang Wuming, good, good!"

Tang Wuming turned his head to look at Tang Liu. After all, he believed in the man in the iron mask who had been with him all the way than the abnormal sect master.

However, Tang Liu's face was as black as coal, and he didn't say a word.

After a while, a powerful hand stretched out in front of Tang Liu. Tang Liu was already familiar with the shape and texture of these hands. He gritted his teeth and glanced at Tang Wuming unwillingly, and took out a hand from his waist. A long and narrow copper-yellow key, half squatting in front of Tang Wuming, unlocked the chain on his hand.

wow——

The heavy iron lock fell from his wrist, and his wrist, which had been imprisoned for more than half a month, was covered with palm-wide bruises. Tang Wuming rubbed his sore wrist, and stepped back half a minute from under Fang Youli's clothes .

Tang Liugang took the chain away from him.

A sharp long sword slammed down from the top of his head, Tang Wuming was startled, and looked down to see his face distortedly reflected on the pale sword.

"Tang Wuming, be my right-hand envoy." Fang Youli uttered again, but it didn't seem to be a question, it was almost a request.

Tang Wuming didn't know enough about the central affairs of the sect, and he also knew that there had never been any right-hand envoys in the sect, and the sect masters of all generations had gathered great power, lest their status would be stolen by others, not to mention the need to To build a stumbling block, what kind of right envoy should be set up.

Today, let alone a right envoy in the gate, there is not even a left envoy standing in parallel.

If there is no fraud in this matter, no fool would believe it.

Tang Wuming raised his head and hesitated, "Master, this... I don't have any skills, and I don't know much about martial arts. I have nothing but to run for my life. I'm afraid it's not suitable for you to make a right envoy?"

Fang Youli had a half-smile, and lifted the long sword in front of him with his toes, "You don't need any skills, you just need to use this sword..." He raised his head and turned around, his eyes fixed on Tang Liu's drooping eyebrows, He raised his finger and pointed, "Kill him, and the right envoy's position will be yours."

Tang Liu saw the finger pointing in his direction, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground.

Fang Youli smiled contemptuously, turned his fingers abruptly from Tang Liu's angle, and pointed past him to the man in black with the wounded abdomen.

Tang Wuming looked back at the trembling man in black, then at the sword in front of him, grinned stiffly and said, "Master, I'm dizzy... Tang Liu knows it!"

Tang Liu knelt with him and nodded.

The door master scratched his chin and thought for a while, then bent down and picked up the long sword, put it back at his waist, reached out and patted Tang Wuming's shoulder, "It's okay, I'll give you time. When you figure it out, you can kill it. The right envoy is still yours."

After he clapped his hands three times, a burly man with an expressionless face came out from the concealed secret door, supporting the men in black on the ground from left to right.

"Lock him in the square outside the hall, and don't neglect three meals a day."

The door master gave the order easily, but the man in black seemed to hear the death sentence that would come at an unknown time, his legs and feet were shaking side by side, and the black clothes under his waist were wet in a moment, and the unknown liquid flowed down Dripping down the trousers.

Fang Youli clicked his tongue in annoyance, and then heard the sword come out of its sheath, Tang Wuming only felt a sharp white light flash in front of his eyes, and suddenly half of his ears jumped in front of him, and the blood stained his lower body deeply. The scarlet carpet.

Tang Wuming closed his eyes for a moment, emptied his mind, and got rid of the blood.

There was a short and high-pitched scream in the moment, and then another sound of the wind force of the blade swaying was forced to hold back.

Heart pounding.

Tang Wuming closed his eyes tightly, only afraid that when he opened his eyes, he would see some blood-stained scene.

"Tang Wuming, time is precious, remember to do it as soon as possible."

Fang Youli's deep and deep voice came in his ears, the long sword was sheathed, and he walked quickly, and the unnecessary voices in the hall gradually disappeared.

The one who breathed a sigh of relief before Tang Wuming was Tang Liu beside him who was sweating profusely.

Fang Li left again, Tang Liu resumed his domineering, condescending posture, wiped the sweat from his forehead and stood up.Water stains had seeped in from the gaps in the iron mask, and his face was itchy because of the stains. He wanted to take off the mask and wipe it, but when he turned his head and saw Tang Wuming, he stopped.

Tang Wuming slowly got up from the ground.

Tang Liu walked around him a few times, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar, and said viciously: "Tang Wuming, don't do it if you have the ability."

Tang Wuming stared at the two gloomy eyes exposed in his mask, and said back, "It's none of your business whether I kill him or not?"

"It has a lot to do with me," Tang Liu gritted his teeth, clenched his hands even tighter, and Tang Wuming's throat was constricted, "It's all you, why didn't you die outside!"

Tang Wuming was puzzled in his heart, but he laughed with all his strength on his face, "Six Great Heroes Tang, you caught me from outside and waited on me all the way back with a good voice. Is it my fault? If it weren't for you, I can live freely outside for the rest of my life, so naturally I won't come to hinder you."

"Of course I caught you because I thought—" The veins on the neck of the popular man in front of him popped out suddenly, and the other hand rested on the scimitar, but he restrained it for a long time.

——Thinking that the head of the sect was going to arrest him and kill him, but he didn't expect to mention him as a right envoy!

It wasn't that he couldn't move his hands, it was that he didn't dare to do it.

The main person in the door, he can't move at all, unless he wants to die.

"You wait." Tang Liuqi gasped a few times, let go of his hands, pushed Tang Wuming staggered, and walked away with big strides.

Tang Wuming grabbed two handfuls of messy hair on his head, and suddenly stepped on something under his feet, and looked down, it was still the half miserable ear...

"My lord, the room has been tidied up, please go over."

A soft voice sounded from the front of the palace gate. Tang Wuming vaguely saw that it was a small child, wearing a very ill-fitting strong suit, and the cuffs were long and rolled up on the wrist in many layers.

"I'm not a right-hand envoy." Tang Wuming walked over and found that he had only grown to his chest, so he reached out and patted his head.

The boy leaned over with a strong backbone, and looked up at him, "The door master said, you will be the right envoy in the future."

Tang Wuming smiled helplessly, bypassed him and walked out of the hall.

The kid followed him step by step, like a tail.

"What's your name, kid? How old are you?" Tang Wuming asked.

The boy replied loudly, "My name is Ning, and I am twelve."

Tang Wuming was a little curious, "Ning? First name? Last name?"

The young man lowered his head, but his cheeks were bulging, with a bit of baby fat that hadn't grown. He was stunned and puffed up, "I don't know, my name is Ning!"

"..." It was another vagrant who was kidnapped and trafficked. Tang Wuming shook his head and nodded again, "Okay, then I will call you Xiao Ning. Ning is so awkward just by one word."

Ning thought about it, what Tang Wuming said was quite right, so he didn't object, tugged at his sleeves, and took him to the room that the door owner had arranged for him to tidy up.When the two of them exited the hall and passed the spacious square in front, they saw those muscular and strong men struggling to erect a column in the center.

The pillar is made of iron, and there are layers of engraved patterns on it, from the dragon and phoenix at the top, to the carp jumping over the gate in the middle, and to the eight immortals crossing the sea at the bottom, it is as exquisite as a bronze ornament—if it is not a torture tool .

The strong man set up the iron pillar, took out several buckets, and brushed something on the pillar over and over again.

Then the man in black who had been locked up and twisting his limbs and struggling was tied up, and the iron chains that bound Tang Wuming just now circled around his shoulders, neck and waist, until they wrapped around his weak legs. legs.

Because the sect master was not there, the man in black dared to howl loudly. When he saw Tang Wuming in the distance at a glance, he struggled even more fiercely, making meaningless noises like the roar of a wild animal with his long mouth.Before he roared twice, he was swung with an elbow by one of the strong men, knocking out a few teeth.

The man in black roared, and his jacket was torn off by the strong man, and his naked body stuck to the hollowed-out and carved iron pillar behind him.

After everything was ready, the few people dispersed, leaving him alone in broad daylight, basking in the cold autumn sun, struggling and twisting in vain.

"Ah! Aah-ah!"

Tang Wuming heard him yelling from a distance, only the chaotic monotonous words from his throat made him wonder if Fang just cut off his tongue with the second sword.

"Your envoy, here you are." Ning tugged on his sleeve.

Tang Wuming looked down, the young man took out a dagger out of nowhere, held it high in his hand, and approached him in front of his eyes, his black pupils shone brightly, as if he was looking forward to his next move .

"...Who gave it to you?"

Ning was a little excited, "It's the sect master!"

Tang Wuming frowned: "Do you know what he asked you to do for me?"

"Let you kill him." Ning replied very simply.

The 12-year-old child held up a sword and said the word "kill" to him, which made Tang Wuming feel a little palpitating.Tang Wuming remembered that when he first entered the mountain gate, he was like him, full of satisfaction with the idea of ​​killing people to make money, and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

but now……

He turned his head to look at the man tied to the post, and somehow felt pity in his heart, both for him and for the bright-eyed young man Ning in front of him.

He lived too many comfortable days in Fufeng Villa, listening to Qin Xichao whispering in his ear every day, don't do bad things, don't accept missions, don't kill people, don't get hurt alone without telling him.Especially after he performed a mission for Yuan Le, it became even worse. Almost every night before going to bed, he had to force him to agree.

At that time, he was sinking from sleepiness repeatedly, so he kissed Qin Xichao's brow and said "yes".

What about now?

Tang Wuming turned his eyes away and pushed away the dagger in Ning's hand.

"Didn't you tell me to take me to the room, let's go." He said.

Ning's eyes dimmed, he pouted and picked up the sword on the ground and put it back into the scabbard, followed Tang Wuming's pace with a few steps, "Go straight ahead and turn left."

"Ah."

Let's refrain from killing people!