Dai Hanshan is a veteran of the world. Although he doesn't know much about court disputes, he always has a feeling that Wu Zhi is playing a big game!
In fact, this chessboard is the entire world!
"Although you and he are the same age, compared to Wu Zhi, you are like a three-year-old child, childish and ridiculous!"
Dai Hanshan looked extremely serious: "Just remember, no matter who you offend, you must not have any conflict with Wu Zhi and Zhenshui Villa!"
At the same time, Qixiu Pavilion.
Wu Song was sitting on the chair in the main hall.
He suffered two injuries on his body, and a knife was inserted into his left shoulder blade.
To be precise, it's a blade.
The handle of the knife had been broken by Wu Song during his fight with the enemy.
At the same time, a large knife mark appeared on Wu Song's right cheek, which almost occupied half of Wu Song's cheek.
The scar was so deep that you could see the bones.
There was an old man with a white beard beside Wu Song, who was bandaging him carefully.
If an ordinary person had suffered such a wound, he would have fainted long ago. But Wu Song only looked gloomy.
Although the severe pain was also wrapped around his nerves, compared to these, the shock caused by the sneak attack by the Fuso people just now made Wu Song feel even more anxious.
The old doctor used needles to sew Wu Song's flesh. Wu Song's eyebrows did not move even after enduring such severe pain without anesthetic.
On the contrary, Bai Sheng stood by and bared his teeth, as if he was the injured one.
Wu Song's anxious eyes kept staring at the gate.
Not long after, he saw a figure appear.
Wu Song's eyes lit up at first, but he soon realized that the person who came in was not his eldest brother.
But time has changed.
Seeing Shi Qian walking in quickly, Wu Song hurriedly asked.
"Do you know where those Fuso ninjas went?"
Shi Qian seemed a little breathless.
You don't usually see him in this state.
After all, after Shi Qian learned the Qing Gong taught by Wu Zhi, and combined with his own excellent talent, although Shi Qian could not walk thousands of miles a day like Dai Zong, the magical Taibao, but looking at the entire martial arts world, he could be as good as Shi Qian in Qing Gong.
The people below are very rare!
As soon as Shi Qian came in, he drank a large cup of tea.
He sat directly next to the threshold and said to Wu Song.
"Second brother, these grandsons are too fast!"
"I really don't know how they did it. They were just floating on the trees like ghosts. My little brother, I was following them hard."
Wu Song asked in a deep voice: "Have you found their lair?"
Shi Qian shook his head: "These grandsons got on a ship and have already gone to sea."
"Bang!"
Wu Song slammed the table.
Immediately, the broken blade inserted into his shoulder blade was blown away by the internal force!
Wu Song's low roar resounded throughout the hall.
"Who on earth are they!?"
This question is also what Wu Zhi wants to know.
At this time, Wu Zhi was sitting on the frame of the carriage, leading people to the car.
His eyes twinkled slightly.
Not long after, a dark shadow flew past like a swallow.
In the blink of an eye, Bai Qianqian's slender and graceful figure fell behind Wu Zhi.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
"Didn't we already agree? You can get it for me..."
Before Bai Qianqian finished speaking, Wu Zhi grabbed her wrist.
From where he started, Wu Zhi suddenly felt soft and tender.
Bai Qianqian didn't expect that Wu Zhi would suddenly take action. After a brief period of confusion, an icy air suddenly burst out from her body.
"Wuzhi, you..."
"Don't move!"
Wu Zhi raised his head and glared at Bai Qianqian.
Immediately afterwards, Bai Qianqian felt a subtle but warm breath spread into her meridians through Wu Zhi's fingers.
"Um……"
An unprecedented touch made Bai Qianqian moan involuntarily.