"Supporting Yan Dan is also an order from the Yin Yang family?" Wei Zhuang smiled sarcastically and mocked Concubine Yan.
Wei Zhuang took the blame for Concubine Yan's death of the Six-Fingered Black Man. He had nothing to say about it. He was paid to do things. Even without the Six-Soul Terror Curse, the Six-Fingered Black Man would have died.
However, he can't take the blame for no reason, at least he needs to know the reason.
Because in this world, he has always plotted against others. When will it be someone else's turn to plot against Wei Zhuang?
What's more, since Han Fei's death, his investigation of the case that year also involved the Yin Yang Family. Since then, he has paid special attention to everything related to the Yin Yang Family.
Although Wei Zhuang appears to be indifferent, he has a stubbornness that is unimaginable to ordinary people.
Everyone who had been with him left one by one, but he was the only one who still persisted.
It's like he knew from the beginning that Han Fei would fail, but he still helped Han Fei.
He has always been an ideal person, but there are also times when he is irrational. Just like once, he joined Quicksand not just because he wanted to see how Han Fei would fail, as he said at the time.
Just like this moment, he bet everything on quicksand, wanting to see what the future of the world will be like...
Later, he investigated and found out that after the death of the Six-fingered Black Man, Yan Dan succeeded the Mohist tycoon, and Concubine Yan, whose alias was Fei Yan, was now Yan Dan's Crown Princess Yan.
That's really wonderful.
Until today, when he got Concubine Yan's assassination list, he seemed to have discovered something interesting.
Because this crazy woman put dozens of dignitaries of Yan State, including Yan Chunjun, Yan Yi, Luo Weng Jingshao, all political opponents and enemies of Yan Dan, into the death list.
Concubine Yan was plotting against him, and he knew it very well.
But he needs the money because he is planning a big plan, and it is impossible to implement such a plan without enough financial resources!
At the same time, I am also very interested in the "Frightened Salamander" in the net, or in other words, I am very interested in chopping up the "Frightened Salamander".
Thinking of this, he slightly grasped the shark-tooth sword with his hand.
Another person who falls in love with his target. This boring feeling is as stupid as that person's pedantry and kindness...
"oh?
Mr. Wei Zhuang doesn't have to worry about this. As an assassin, Mr. Wei Zhuang only needs to use money to do things." Concubine Yan's face changed imperceptibly, then she returned to her original state and said to Wei Zhuang.
"You are doing something very dangerous.
In this world, some questions may not have an answer in the end, but in the process, the price paid will be extremely high." Wei Zhuang said meaningfully to Concubine Yan.
"Is it like quicksand?" Concubine Yan answered Wei Zhuang with a smile.
She was stunningly beautiful, dignified, and smiled sweetly at Wei Zhuang, just like a rose blooming on the edge of the abyss, both beautiful and elegant.
"Knowing that what you were doing was bound to fail, didn't you and Han Fei do it without hesitation?
And, it has always been like this." Concubine Yan continued. When it came to Han Fei, she wanted to see if this man's expression would also change.
But Wei Zhuang was very calm, unusually calm, and unexpectedly calm.
Calm like the sunny day before the storm...
The autumn wind blew up the fallen leaves and danced wildly.
In this chaotic era, even heaven has lost its way.
The flames from hell rose from his eyes, as if they were going to burn the world to ashes.
The finger holding the Guigu Sect ring trembled slightly.
Wei Zhuang turned around and left coldly.
His long white hair and his black robe are still fluttering in the wind.
Under the same poignant and beautiful setting sun, his companions left one by one, and now he was the only one left.
But facing the setting sun, that lonely figure had an aura like a demon.
"you are wrong……"
"The things you think you can't do with quicksand have always been just your foolish self-righteousness..."
"Quicksand, you can do it!"
…
Thirty days after the startled salamander stabbed Yan Dan.
This day is a special day.
Yan Dan finally left the house.
However, the assassination did not continue. The King of Yan succumbed to the pressure and decided to send envoys to cede territory to Qin to seek peace.
This day is the day when the messenger sets out.
Yan Dan will leave the Prince's Mansion and go to Yishui to see him off.
Because Yan had surrendered and sent envoys to cede territory, Zhao Gao ordered a temporary halt to the assassination of Yan Dan.
Tian Yan found it very strange. Jing Ke was extremely powerful. It was a big problem for such a master to be an envoy. How could Zhao Gao or Ying Zheng not see the problem?
Or have you already seen the problem and are just waiting for Jing Ke to come to your door?
The thoughts of those big shots are not something a little person like her can and needs to know.
…
Easy to waterside.
The convoy of envoys from the State of Yan to the State of Qin slowly marched towards the State of Qin.
Yan Dan led a group of Mohist disciples to see him off.
Because he knows that they will all die.
Regardless of success or failure, in the assassination of Ying Zheng in the Qin palace, Jing Ke and Qin Wuyang will be unable to fly, and the accompanying servants will also be implicated and die.
But as long as Ying Zheng dies, all these sacrifices will be worth it!
The blood of the Mohists and Yan people will not be shed in vain, and he will definitely lead Yan to defeat the powerful Qin.
Yan Dan and all the Mohist brothers were all wearing plain clothes and white hats.
The biting cold Yi Shui and the bleak autumn wind did not make people retreat, but instead made the blood of the Mohist disciples and the brave men of the Yan Kingdom boil.
Suddenly, a sound of banging was heard.
A musician dressed in white was building a building beside Yishui as if there was no one around.
This time, he didn't take the water cold sword.
The sound of the building was extremely solemn and solemn, like a dragon dancing in a deep ravine.
Yan Dan closed his eyes silently to prevent tears from flowing out, but there was still a trace of teardrops from the corner of his eyes.
He only felt a fire burning in his chest, making him want to fight Qin Dog in a bloody battle on the battlefield!
This is the righteous man of Yandi!
This is a good man from Yandi!
This is the land of Yan where we have lived since ancient times. It is the country of the Yan people and their home. We were born because of him and we will die because of him.
At this moment, Yan Dan was furious.
At this moment, the sun, moon and stars are all singing for the solemn and heroic song of the man from Yandi.
Shanhe Sheji celebrates his heroic spirit!
With a humble body, he entered the unpredictable and powerful Qin Dynasty. He knew that he would die, but he still moved forward.
Just for that chance to win half the world.
Accompanied by the solemn and solemn sound of construction, Jing Ke left without looking back, causing Qin's motorcade to move slowly until it disappeared from the skyline.
Yan Dan still looked at it from a distance.
At this moment, he wished he could split all the rivers and valleys that blocked his view, just because they blocked his view of seeing Jing Ke off.
Jing Ke didn't regret it, but he did. Thinking about the scenes he had spent with Jing Ke before, it was the first time since his birth that he hated his blood status as the prince of the Yan Kingdom so much.
"How wonderful would it be if I were not the crown prince of the Yan Kingdom? In that case, I could wield my sword to the ends of the earth, with a three-foot green blade, to cut down the strong and powerful people who oppressed the people, and to punish the most evil and evil thieves at the bottom.
Take my wife and daughter away from this place of right and wrong and enjoy the happiness of family." Yan Dan thought silently in his heart, but it was a pity that his mood at the moment was difficult to share with others.
And Jing Ke also left his last swan song by the Yishui River, accompanied by the solemn and solemn sound of building construction.
That is also a swan song that can be passed down through the ages: