Gu Poison Charm King

Only four men in black fell to the ground.

Xiaobai went back to sleep in Tang Miaoyuan's sleeve, and Xiaoqing had an expression of adoration on his face, "Young master, you are so powerful, so many masters can't hurt you."

Tang Miaoyuan touched Xiaoqing's head, "Not very powerful, these four people just think too much of themselves, and they think too little of us, and they estimated Uncle Wu's martial arts, so they didn't do anything, successfully delayed the time, and let us I can take advantage of it, if they had pounced on us long ago, I am afraid we would have died long ago."

Hmph, even if they pounced on him right from the start, they wouldn't be able to hurt Young Master, Young Master is the most powerful, "That's not true, Young Master is very powerful." Xiaoqing knew what to say and what not to say, thinking about it in her heart That's it.

"It's just you, naughty little one." Tang Miaoyuan was still worried that Xiaoqing would be scared by them, but she seemed to be fine, and her heart was able to bear it well, so that's fine, "I didn't sleep well, let's sleep for a while, Lie in my arms."

Xiaoqing obediently nestled into Tang Miaoyuan's arms and closed his eyes. Tang Miaoyuan hugged him and closed his eyes as well. The carriage swayed and moved forward.

Uncle Wu, who was sitting outside, heard the conversation inside, and felt that this gentleman is really unfathomable. Although he does not know martial arts, he is good at medicine, especially in detoxification. In this crisis, to be honest, it was simply impossible for him to deal with the four killers by himself.

But this gentleman did it, and he also fascinated him. Only by experiencing it for yourself can you understand the horror of Mr. Jun. It's better not to tell the young master about Mr. Jun casually, just tell him the trace, and stop talking about other things .

In a secret room, the leader of the men in black knelt on the ground on one knee, followed by three men in black, kneeling behind him, bowing their heads in a row.

There was a person sitting in front of him, he took a sip of the teacup leisurely, without any intention of saying anything, after drinking the tea, he picked up the secret letter on the table and read it, about a quarter of an hour later.

"You mean, your mission failed? The other party is an old man who knows martial arts, a young man who doesn't know martial arts, and a teenage drug boy? You brought three people with you, but none of them were injured. To? The one who hurt you is not an old man who knows martial arts, but a young man who doesn't know martial arts?" The middle-aged man spoke, even though there was no fluctuation in his voice, he could still hear the coldness in his words.

"Yes, it was because of our negligence that we were fascinated by the ** and couldn't move at all. It took two hours for the effect of the medicine to disappear." The man in black still knelt on the ground with his head bowed.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to care about what he said, "Oh? What are you trying to say?"

"Master, this subordinate feels that this son is so powerful at such a young age, and needs to be removed quickly to avoid future troubles, but more manpower is needed to make a thorough plan to ensure nothing goes wrong."

"Hmph, do you think everyone is like you? Trash!" The middle-aged man picked up his teacup and smashed it on the head of the man in black.

"Yes."

"Since you were caught, why did you come back alive? Hmm?" The middle-aged man returned to his previous appearance.

"The subordinate didn't say anything, so he let the subordinate go. He said that the subordinate would not live long even if he came back. He didn't want to add more killings, so he didn't do anything. The subordinate failed in his mission and asked for punishment."

The middle-aged man seemed very interested in Tang Miaoyuan's words, "Oh? Did he say that? What an interesting person?" Looking at the man kneeling above him, "You didn't say anything, and he let you go Humph! Do you believe him?"

"The subordinate failed in the mission and should be punished."

"Well, he said you would die, but this deity won't let you die! Go down, you cut off your own arm as punishment!" The middle-aged man seemed a little tired and closed his eyes.

"Yes, thank you master for not killing me, and my subordinates will definitely do my best to serve my master." For them, if they fail in a mission, they should apologize with death. Cutting off an arm is already a very light punishment. Don't delay them to continue killing.

"Go on," the middle-aged man waved his hands without opening his eyes, closing them.

"Yes, this subordinate will leave." The four said in unison.

The middle-aged man suddenly remembered something, opened his eyes, "Wait a minute, do you know where they are going?"

"They are walking in the direction of Zhongzhou City, and I seem to have heard them say that they are going to the capital." The leader of the man in black heard the question and quickly stopped to answer.

"Okay, it's okay, let's go down." The middle-aged man closed his eyes again and waved his hand.

The four men in black quietly disappeared into the secret room.

The middle-aged man waited for the people in black to disappear before he came out of the secret room, twisted the inkstone on the desk, and the secret door was restored to its original state. The two bookshelves were placed side by side without any sign of being moved.

The middle-aged man returned to the desk, looked at the envelope on the desk, hesitated for a moment, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few words.