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run!

Run!

The black-clothed medicine boy looked at the four silver needles in his heart and shouted desperately. He was windy under his feet, and his body kept flying, gradually disappearing from Zhao Wujiang's vision.

Zhao Wujiang did not pursue him. After all, his martial arts cultivation was weak and his skills were still lacking in flying eaves and walls.

If he had not practiced the Vajra Indestructible Magical Art, he would have suffered today.

He just watched the black-clothed medicine boy disappear from his sight and slowly walked towards the first assassin he attacked.

The first assassin, breathing weakly, but still had vitality. At this moment, Zhao Wujiang walked to him, turned the long knife in his hand, pierced his head, and the blade penetrated directly from the left temple to the other end.

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Zhao Wujiang turned the hilt of the knife expressionlessly, and the sound of flesh and blood stirring the flesh sounded. He gently pulled out the long sword and threw them to the ground.

The head of the Imperial Hospital sent someone to kill me. Is it because I was in a hurry to jump over the wall?

He took out a scarf and slowly wiped the blood on his robe, looked back at the direction of the Imperial Hospital, and his eyes flashed.

......

Imperial Hospital, Dean's Secret Room.

Sun Yi was cooking the soup and absent-mindedly slapping the fan in his hand.

Suddenly, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the black-clothed medicine boy broke in.

"Dean! Failed!"

The child in black clothes had lingering fears and kept looking back, afraid that Zhao Wujiang would catch up.

"What?" Sun Yi was shocked: "Can anyone protect him?"

"No...No, Zhao Wujiang is too strong. He solved our people cleanly in just two breaths..." The black-clothed medicine boy was still trembling, and he felt that he was getting more and more nervous.

"Impossible." Sun Yiku couldn't believe it:

"How could he have such high martial arts skills? It's impossible."

The black-clothed medicine boy covered his chest and his face became paler:

"Dean, I..."

"Bang!"

His heart suddenly exploded, and a blood mist rose in front of him. Before he could finish his words, he fell to the ground.

"Swish swish swish swish swish..."

The silver needle in his heart contained energy and the pupils of the Tai Hospital were trembling. It was too late to avoid it.

Sun Yiku's body was full of martial arts qi, and the silver needles roared and shot through his body, and the energy pierced into his flesh and blood.

"ah..."

Sun Yi let out a painful roar, and the severe pain swept across his body, causing him to tremble continuously.

He slowly felt a little fear in his heart. He didn't dare to think about what would happen if these four silver needles were shot into his heart at the beginning, and he might have died here like a medicine boy.

Fortunately, the silver needle energy that had penetrated his flesh and blood had dissipated a lot, and he was now just slightly injured.

But even so, he couldn't suppress the tremor in his heart at this moment.

Zhao Wujiang cannot move easily. He is too hiding too deeply. How could he have such martial arts cultivation?

Sun Yi leaned on the chair, endured the pain and slowly pulled out the silver needle, his heart turbulent.

......

Hall of Care for Heart.

Zhao Wujiang returned to the bedroom, and the empress had already processed the memorial and returned.

"Your Majesty, I was almost killed by Chen Anbang today!" Zhao Wujiang suffered a lot.

The empress sat upright on a wooden chair, holding an ancient book in her hand, and glanced at Zhao Wujiang with a faint glance:

"I will investigate Chen Anbang well."

"By the way, I also met an assassin!" Zhao Wujiang's eyes turned:

"If it weren't for my good fortune, I wouldn't have seen you."

"What, you met an assassin? Where?" The empress put down the ancient book, stood up suddenly, walked quickly to Zhao Wujiang, and looked at him:

"You're not injured, are you?"

Seeing the empress's worry and concern, Zhao Wujiang pulled up a corner of her clothes, pointed to the faint bloodstains on it, and said:

"Look, the blood has not dried up yet.

At that time, the assassin slashed at me with a knife, and I tried my best to avoid it.

Then several assassins came one after another, and I had nowhere to escape, thinking I was dead."

The empress's pupils gradually widened.

"But at the critical moment, I suddenly thought of you, Your Majesty." Zhao Wujiang's face turned solemn:

"When I think of me, who will protect you if I die? I burst out with potential and fight the assassin's life.

That is, I am so lucky that I can escape from death and come back to see you.

You don’t know how swords and swords were, and howling and bloody the wind was. That scene was like a battlefield, with blood and fire surging, and howling and screaming and crossbows kept ringing..."

The empress was moved, but the more she heard it, the more she became, the more she was wrong. She looked strange and carefully pulled Zhao Wujiang's clothes to check, and found that there was no wound at all.

"What you said is true or false."

Zhao Wujiang's face did not blush and his heart was not beating, "The assassin is true, and the injury is false."

Xuanyuan Jing gave him a blank look, not caring about the crime of deceiving the emperor, but at the same time he also breathed a sigh of relief.

If Zhao Wujiang was really injured, she might be sad.

However, why did Zhao Wujiang look aggrieved?

Xuanyuan Jing said helplessly: "First there is Chen Anbang and then there is an assassin, you have indeed suffered."

"The emperor misunderstood. You also know that the slave staying by your side is not for the emperor's heartache." Zhao Wujiang said seriously: "It's for the practical things."

Xuanyuan Jing's beautiful face twitched, "...Do you want to make up for it?"

"Yes." Zhao Wujiang simply replied:

"I found that there are some things that are not convenient for you to come forward. I was thinking about forming a force outside and doing things that are not convenient for you to do on weekdays.

I want a big mansion outside the palace to use it as the basis for the future.”

The empress had a majestic look. She looked directly at Zhao Wujiang's eyes, pondered for a while, and nodded:

"Okay! I will reward you with a big house, and I will follow you in the future and protect you."

"So refreshing?"

Xuanyuan Jing snorted, "In your eyes, is I a stingy person?"

"No, the emperor is very big, thank you."

Zhao Wujiang clasped his fists:
Chapter completed!