Chapter 67 Where is the Gold Medal of the Assassin King Project?
"Play conspiracy plans with me. You, an ancient prince, are far worse than me, a prince who knows all the history in future generations. I will have fun with you, even if you don't want to."
And just when Wentian Yu was revealing all this, the innkeeper came to a room in the backyard of the inn. In the dark room, the innkeeper respectfully said something to a black man.
This black evil man has a long sword on his back, and his face cannot be seen clearly due to his mask, but judging from his body shape, he is a man, probably in his twenties. The aura emanating from his body suggests that he has extraordinary martial arts skills.
After the Heisha man spoke up, the shopkeeper replied with a respectful expression: "Don't worry, Master Lei, I have already poisoned his food and wine, and I'm sure he won't eat it. No matter how smart he is, he wouldn't have thought of the secret.
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After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he paused and said: "Well, Lord Lei, I will rely on you to say a few kind words for me in front of the prince in the future. I will definitely be grateful."
Heisharen heard that he was full of confidence, smiled and said: "Don't worry, the prince sees all your merits, and the benefits will be yours. From now on, you must be loyal to run errands for the prince."
When the shopkeeper heard this, he was overjoyed and said: "Definitely, definitely. Thank you Lord Lei. I have nothing to do, so I'll go down first."
After waiting for the shopkeeper to go down, Heisharen pondered and said: "You are too mumbling about King Xiaoyao. His wisdom is not comparable to people like you. But, why didn't he see through the poison in the food and wine this time?"
Why is it so obvious? A method like this shows that there is something wrong with the poison. How could anyone poison it so obviously?"
Heisharen's expression was complicated, and he didn't know whether he was worried about Wentian Yu or whether his plan would fail this time. It was tormenting.
It was a quiet night without any disturbance. Wen Tianyu did not worry about this matter that night, but slept all night. Su San and others also went to bed early.
The sky was gradually getting brighter, and it was another beautiful day. The weather was clear and the wind was gentle. After Wen Tianyu washed up, he sat down in the room. After a while, Xian'er walked in and said: "Your Majesty, you really don't want to
Have you had breakfast? We’ve already eaten and you haven’t come down yet.”
Wen Tianyu heard the sound and raised his head to see her. When he heard what she said, he was helpless. He didn't expect that he was so embarrassed by Prince Ning that he didn't even dare to eat. He said angrily in his heart: "Sooner or later, I will make you hungry for ten
For half a month, I’ll let you taste what it’s like to go on a hunger strike.”
Xian'er looked at his expression of resentment and contemplation, and asked curiously: "Prince? What are you...thinking about?"
"Um" Wen Tianyu responded and said: "It's nothing, I'm not hungry. I've been feeling sick for the past two days and have no appetite. You can just eat as long as you're full. I have deep internal energy, so it won't be a problem to be hungry for a few days."
Xian'er said: "Oh, martial arts can also be used as food? If that's the case, how about the prince teaching me martial arts in the future?"
Wen Tianyu was stunned for a moment, and then said: "You...you want to learn martial arts, haha, what kind of martial arts can you learn as a woman? Learning martial arts is not as simple as learning the piano. It takes a long time, and it also requires talent.
The most important thing is that you are afraid that you won’t be able to endure the hardships involved. Don’t study for two days and feel fresh. Later, you won’t be able to endure the hardships and give up halfway.”
Upon hearing this, Xian'er refused to admit defeat and said: "What's wrong with women? Your Majesty, like other men, thinks that our women are of low status? We can't bear this hardship."
Where’s the subscription? Where’s the gold medal? Smash it! Smash it! Please, please, please!