Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 141 Kid, what's your name?
Ying Zige suddenly realized.

[Understood, as expected by my wit, the three attacks and the people following behind were all deliberately arranged by someone. 】

[And the stalker is obviously deliberately killing the will of these bastards, keeping their nerves tense.In this way, when real masters come to attack, they are likely to make mistakes. 】

[The reason why those tails exist is because I didn't think they were any threat at first.But now they finally understand. 】

[Sure enough, I did not disappoint my son. 】

Ying Zige smiled again.

How could the other party's tricks escape my eyes?

After all, this son is a stroke of wit.

He shamelessly praised his IQ again.

"Do it?" Wei Zhuang said coldly.

"Then do it!" Jian Nu's voice had a hint of playfulness in it.

"Oh? What are you going to do?"

There was actually a little panic in Zhao Gao's voice.

Ying Zige's heart sank, and he immediately sensed that something was wrong.

at this time.

With a bang, it was obvious that the hands of Jian Nu and Wei Zhuang violently lifted the carriage up.

Then he rushed towards and threw them fiercely at those tails.

"What's the situation?"

Ying Zige, who was lying in the carriage, was caught off guard and his body rolled for a while, and he was dumbfounded.

Boom.

The carriage fell hard 20 meters away.

"I see, these two bastards."

Ying Zige's expression was full of tears.

There were three waves of attacks, but I didn't take any action. These two bastards were obviously dissatisfied with themselves.

So he wanted to let himself deal with those tails, so even the people in the carriage threw them directly at those tails.

If I didn't guess wrong...

Outside, approaching footsteps were suddenly heard.

The voice was very soft, and the people walking were sneaky, obviously they were the tails that followed.

Ying Zige couldn't help sighing, with a wry smile on his face.

Nima!

It seems that it is obviously wishful thinking to rescue the young master Fusu if he wants to be comfortable and do nothing.

When it's time to do it, do it.

Helplessly, he slowly grasped the Yuanhong sword.

"What's the situation? Why did the carriage fly over?"

"There seems to be someone's breath inside. It can't be that trash?"

"It must be that trash! Hurry up, at such a distance, his subordinates will have no chance to rescue him. The young master will definitely be very happy!"

"This kid is dead!"

waste?

Ying Zige's face suddenly darkened.

Being able to say these two words means that these assassins know their identities.

After all, in the entire Great Qin, when the word "waste" was mentioned, everyone would immediately contact Ying Zige.

Maybe when addressing others, they will add their names before the word trash.

And if the word trash is simply mentioned, then needless to say, it must be me, Ying Zige.

These people really came prepared.

Ying Zige narrowed his eyes slightly, with a playful smile on his face.

"Go!"

At this moment, a burst of drinking came out.

The sound of a weapon breaking through the air resounded in the air.

However, at this moment, the door curtain suddenly opened.

A smiling face immediately appeared in front of everyone.

Squeak!
Seeing this smiling face, everyone gasped, and the long sword in their hands suddenly fell to the ground.

Plop plop.

Everyone fell to their knees immediately, their bodies trembling.

"Young master, why is it you?"

"We...we thought it was the trash of the thirteenth son."

"What an offence! Let's now... let's leave now and never disturb the young master."

The five assassins fell to their knees, not even daring to raise their heads.

At the same time, a strange question appeared in his heart.

Isn't young master Fusu in a certain tribe in this grassland?
How did it suddenly appear here?

How could he assassinate himself?

But that face will never go wrong, it is obviously the young master Fusu.

All of a sudden, there were so many beads of sweat on everyone's forehead.

At this moment, Ying Zige had a wicked smile on his face.

When he can not do it, he will never do it.

This is the essence of Buddhism.

In the next second, his face sank: "Do you know why I did this?"

"Why do you do this? Young master, we really don't know!"

The five assassins continued to tremble.

"I don't know? Then let me tell you, it's not so easy for the five of you to want to work for me. In fact, everything that happened today was because I was testing you."

"But from what I've seen, the other four are definitely not qualified."

Speaking of that, Ying Zige cast a sinister look at the leader, then pointed at the other four assassins.

The headed person suddenly widened his eyes, which were filled with horror.

Suddenly, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and pulled out his long sword suddenly.

Brush brush!
This person turned out to be a top swordsman, and the light of the long sword slashed across the throats of those four people in an instant.

The four of them suddenly widened their eyes and looked at the leader with incredulous eyes, as if they couldn't believe that they would die at the hands of their companions no matter what.

Before they even had time to let out a scream, they all fell to the ground and died.

"Sir, are you satisfied?"

The long sword was hanging upside down, and the man clasped his fists with both hands, and beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.

"Very good. He is indeed a top player. I am very satisfied."

"Little friend, tell uncle what your name is?"

Ying Zige smiled, his face was full of kindness.

Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat.

Nima!

Careless again.

Just now he clearly heard the word son mentioned by people outside, and these people all spoke with a Daqin accent, so he immediately determined that the so-called son they said was probably the son Fusu.

That is to say...

Young master Fusu is not missing, but a young man!

Therefore, he acted decisively and rubbed his face with the high-level disguise technique, and immediately rubbed his face into the appearance of the young master Fusu.

However, just now I accidentally asked the other party's name.

If this person is very familiar with Young Master Fusu, wouldn't he want to cheat?
Subconsciously, his hand was holding the Yuanhong sword.

"My name is Chen Ada."

The man trembled all over, and his face was full of ecstasy.

The son asked me my name, which means he already regards me as one of his own.

Otherwise, I would never want to know my name.

"call!"

Ying Zige couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, then nodded slightly, and smiled even more happily.

"My son is very satisfied with you, we will go back to my residence now. However, you cannot let those few people know your whereabouts, otherwise your trial will fail."

"Yes! Young Master? Could it be that you lost your way?"

Chen Ada was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking in doubt.

Ying Zige's face suddenly darkened.

"How can I get lost? I want to see if you are lost. You walk secretly ahead, leaving a mark every 20 meters, so that I can be sure that you are not lost."

"Yes!"

Chen Ada nodded, and the doubts in his heart were instantly swept away.

It turns out that the trial is not over yet.

I will definitely mark the memory number at the most eye-catching time, and I will never let you down!

(End of this chapter)