A delicate green plum dressed as a traitor

Chapter 241 Go Back and Tell Your Master
Wang Mao sneered, jumped up, put away the short dagger, and drew out the soft sword from his waist. The green sword was like a white snake spitting out a letter. The cold light flashed, hissed and broke the wind, and hit the forehead of the hazy man outside the window.

The man outside the sill window shuttled like a dragon, walking around, with a tiptoe as light as a swallow, flying several meters away, and the toe lightly landed on the outside of the pot in the Tangli Garden, using the insignificant leaf to lighten it out of thin air. Stand there with ease.

The task was not completed, and it was inevitable to be punished when he went back. Wang took the sword and rose, and killed the opponent like lightning.

A ray of silver light skips across the courtyard~
The sword is firmly held by the opponent's index finger and middle finger, two fingers, three moves, win or lose!

As a secret guard, Wang Mao worked hard for the palace. He seldom confronted martial arts masters head-on.

The right hand used internal force to twitch the Qingfeng soft sword in his hand, exerted force, force, and force again, but the opponent still easily clamped the sword with two fingers, to no avail!
Invisibly, I felt a sense of oppression spreading all over my body.

The sword was tightly pressed, and if the opponent made a move at this time, he would be seriously injured. Just when Wang Mao was about to abandon the sword to save his life, the pressure on the sword was released, and he held the Qingfeng sword tightly, not daring to act rashly again After making a shot, he spun a few times, and suddenly he was three meters away.

"No matter who you are, go back and tell your master that if you dare to send someone to enter Shangshu's mansion again, this old man will not show mercy, and will visit the mansion at that time. I don't know what the consequences will be."

There was a kindness in the man's voice, but also a murderous look.

This gave Wang Mao the opportunity to observe his appearance.

Different from the martial arts master in his imagination, the person in front of him is a fat middle-aged man with a round belly, squinting eyes when he smiles, a common mustache, and a kind face.

Ignoring that he was standing on a two-meter-high leaf in the air at this time, he was also an ordinary uncle.

Inconspicuous in the crowd~
Wang Mao fought among the hidden guards of Prince An's mansion, and with extraordinary skills, he had the opportunity to be appointed as King An's personal bodyguard. He never thought that when he met a real master, he would win or lose with three moves. The one in the garden is just a dead body.

A small soft female voice sounded: "Wow, Huanhuan, I didn't expect Butler Tan to be so powerful."

Another arrogant girl's voice followed closely behind: "That's right, I told you, everyone in my family knows kung fu, very good."

"Enen, the members of Huanhuan's family are very powerful." There is no doubt that it is the little loyal dog of Changzhou.

The four little people, at some time, secretly hid on the glazed tile roof with double eaves, knelt down in a row, stretched out their four little heads and peeked at the movement below.

Ye Zhi saw that the two were deadlocked and there was no movement, so she continued to say in what she thought was a 'whispered voice': "It's Xiaochen who is the best. When he left, he noticed someone in the tree. Otherwise, brother Zhao would die again today."

The little treacherous official who was praised, smiled and showed two small canine teeth, and his delicate face was a little embarrassed: "In the early spring, the national teacher's teaching of listening to the voice and identifying the position was just used, and when passing by that tree, the black on the tree The shadow was relatively heavy, I looked up and knew that there was someone, and I was afraid to startle the snake, so I left secretly."

Later, he secretly told the three friends about the matter.

Huanhuan volunteered to send a letter to Butler Tan with a white pigeon. Butler Tan lived not far away, and flew to him in a short while.

(End of this chapter)