Wear it quickly, she's beautiful

Chapter 272
Not long after, someone brought food and set it up. After Yi Qitian took a bath, he changed into a light blue brocade suit and came in. The brocade suit was rusted with silver threads, and his movements were radiant and extravagant, matching his handsome face. The appearance makes people feel ashamed of themselves.

The people on Mo are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

Naturally superior.

At this time, Ziling had already got up from the bed, but he was restrained by a chest injury and could not make any big moves. After walking two steps in the tent, he found a chair and sat down.

Yi Qitian walked up to her and sat down, obviously wanting to have dinner with her.

"I don't know what you like to eat, so let everyone prepare some. Wuxi is no better than Tianyuan Su's, so you can eat whatever you can."

Zi Ling looked at him strangely.

I don't understand why he always looks familiar with himself.

Been weird from the first time we met.

There is an inexplicable feeling of accommodating her and pampering her.

"Why did you treat me like this? You should know that I have joined the Su family. In terms of position, I am your competitor. We should be enemies, not friends."

When Ziling finished speaking, Yi Qitian paused for a moment while pinching the chopsticks.

Putting down his chopsticks, he looked at Zi Ling, his deep eyes shone with a strange luster.

"Ling'er, do you believe in past and present lives? I once had a dream that you assisted me for many years."

Zi Ling was stunned, not expecting such a result.

Yi Qitian got up and left.

In fact, he didn't finish his sentence.

In his dream, he used her to win the world, but in the end he designed her and Su Yanqing to fall into the cliff together.

He asked someone to interpret the dream, and the man said that the dream was his past.

……

Ziling lived in Yiqitian's tent for another half a month, took many pills from Qian Lian, combined with his own spiritual power to heal his wounds, and finally healed.

The strength of the killer's scholar is unmatched in the world. He poured all his life's knowledge into one blow with all his strength, which not only displaced Ziling's internal organs, but even shattered many meridians.

It's a miracle she didn't die.

Spirit power is indeed a good thing.

Although it is not easy to use divine power, it is more than enough than internal power.

However, as soon as Zi Ling left Yi Qitian's residence, he felt a little regretful. Looking at the killing orders with his own face painted all over the street in front of him, he really wanted to set fire to the entire Assassin's Pavilion.

After the fall of the Song Dynasty, the major families were silent for 13 years, and finally they could not hold their breath. In Wuxi, an important military area, a fight between two soldiers caused a fuse. Civil strife broke out, foreign enemies took advantage of the situation to invade, and the people of Wuxi died. Fleeing and fleeing, the street was empty.

I saw what was written in black and white on the desolate street:
Lu Yanling, female, a remnant of the Lu family, who lived in the Su Mansion for five years before, has outstanding martial arts, a beautiful face, and a little red mole between her eyebrows. Now, I am the master of the killer pavilion. I hereby issue this order. I will pursue you for life and never die!
There is also a line of red and bold characters below, which is very eye-catching. Those who provide useful information on him will get Lu Yanling's head, and the Killer Pavilion will reward him with ten thousand taels of gold!
Gold, ten thousand taels——

Zi Ling narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Ten thousand taels of gold is so tempting, wouldn't everyone in the world want to kill her that day.

The Assassin Pavilion still wants to strangle her for the rest of his life. Could it be that this group of killers have some brains?
Obviously it was the dead scholar who took his own life first, and if he was unlucky, he died, but his subordinates dared to come to chase and kill, it was simply sick.

Thinking about it, Zi Ling also became angry, put two fingers between his lips and blew a clear whistle twice, and a white pigeon flew from the sky.

After finding a pen and ink to write a note and stuffing it into the bamboo tube on the white dove's slender legs, the white dove flapped its wings twice and flew to the sky again.

(End of this chapter)