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Chapter Seventeen Night Assassin

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    Jing Qi's eyes became clear immediately.

    He didn't pay attention just now, but now he noticed that the group of people turned to a small alley. At night, the capital is bustling and the alleys are empty. These places are like shadows under the lights, and they are more and more inaccessible.

    Ajialai roared angrily: "Witch boy, you go first."

    He seemed to be very angry. He stretched out his hand and pulled out a weird knife that had been hidden in his clothes behind his back. Jing Qi took a glance and understood¡ªthis group of people came to Wuxi, look  This reaction is not the first time.

    So he asked in a low voice: "What's going on?"

    Wu Xi pursed his lips, grabbed his arm, and pulled him to his side. The young man who was looking around curiously just now suddenly had a hostile look on his face. He didn't answer Jing Qi's question, but said: "Don't  Fear, it has nothing to do with you, you go back, there are many people over there, they won't chase you."

    Before he finished speaking, several figures jumped out, all covering their faces, the weapons in their hands were exactly the same as those of Ajialai, with colorful threads wrapped around the hilt, and a small crossbow on their backs. It seemed that the poisonous arrow just now was  It was shot with that thing, and the clothes of the group were embroidered with the five poisons with teeth and claws.

    Jing Qi squinted his eyes¡ªis he from Nanjiang himself?  The Nanmanzi was really courageous, and he even stabbed at the emperor's feet.

    I heard from Wuxi before that although Ayilai looked dumbfounded, he was the number one warrior in the southern Xinjiang tribe.  Pushing back: "Run, go back to the crowded place!"

    This young man usually looked quiet and easy to bully, but his strength was not weak when he made a move, pushing Jing Qi staggered a few steps, almost hitting the wall.

    The little sable came out of Jing Qi's arms, screaming anxiously.

    Jing Qi gently covered its head with his palm, "hush" in a low voice, and said softly, "It's nothing, don't be afraid."

    Ajialai was entangled by several assassins, and suddenly another assassin came out from another direction. Ajialai caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, but it was too late. The visitor ignored Jing Qi and rushed towards Wuxi.

    Wuxi's big eyes narrowed suddenly, and suddenly he lowered his body, as if shrinking into the ground out of thin air, dodging the blow, the assassin used too much force, and it was half a beat too late to fight back. In a flash, Wuxi suddenly  Stretching out his hand from a strange angle, as if there was something reflecting on the nails, he pinched the assassin's throat.

    The assassin's movements suddenly stopped, and almost instantly, a cloud of black air spread over his whole body, covering his exposed hands and the skin on his forehead, his eyes protruded, and there were several noises from his throat,  His hands and feet twitched, and he fell to the ground.

    A stench came, Wuxi looked up at the assassins over the corpse.

    In just a moment, the corpse on the ground turned into a puddle of corpse water.

    Jing Qi showed a disgusted expression on his face, and unconsciously patted the little sable's head, thinking that after so many years, he thought that this little poisonous thing had changed from evil to good, but it was true that he dared to get worse.

    This move really stunned the assassins. When Wuxi looked over, several assassins took half a step back in unison.

    Jing Qi shook his head and sighed. He probably had some confidence in his heart. Seeing that he hadn't left yet, Wu Xi was a little anxious, and turned his head to give him a look.

    However, Jing Qi walked up to the corpse as if no one was there, knelt down, took a closer look, and said: "You guys really have the qualities of friends from the South, and you can't wait for a while, and come out to kill people when you get the chance. If Daoist Li finds out, how about you?"  I don¡¯t know how to vomit in my heart.¡±

    The leading assassin's eyes widened, looking at Jing Qi in amazement.  But seeing this frail young man take off the outer blouse nonchalantly, held it in his hand, folded several layers, picked up the small crossbow in Nanjiang that fell beside the dead body during the fight through the clothes, "tsk tsk"  Twice, sighed: "Good thing."

    However, his words fell, and he suddenly shot like lightning, pulled the small crossbow, and as if he didn't even aim, the sharp arrow shot out. The Southern Xinjiang assassin who was directly opposite him obviously didn't expect that this gentle young man didn't even say hello.  He started to kill with a single blow, and he couldn't react for a while, but was shot through from the chest to the back by him, and fell to the corner of the wall and remained motionless.

    Jing Qi shook his head: "Oh, I've neglected to practice, I've given back that bit of riding and archery skills to my predecessor, and I can't shoot accurately at such a close distance." He narrowed his eyes and smiled, and said to another assassin, "I originally  It was you who was aiming."

    This time even Wuxi looked at him as if he couldn't react.

    Jing Qi stood up and patted him on the shoulder, looking like a brother in distress, shook his head and sighed: "I thought things like infighting were a specialty of our Daqing.Qi gave up, jumped up the wall and fled.

    Jing Qihan said: "Oh, you don't want to cut yourself off? It's better to leave than to see you off."

    The little sable squatted on his shoulders, flicking its tail very cooperatively.

    Only then did Wu Xi heave a sigh of relief, before he could speak, Jing Qi pulled him suddenly, waved his hand at A Ji Lai, and said in a low voice, "Go quickly."

    Ajialai didn't understand why, so he asked, "Why did you leavenot the Jinwu Guard"

    "I'm talking nonsense about them, I'll talk about it when I go back first." Jing Qi lowered her voice.

    Ajialai looked back while following him and asked, "Who is that person?"

    Jing Qidao: "It is a customary rule of the neighbors not to set off fireworks in the narrow alleys. It has always been that each family is optimistic about the children of each family, and they are afraid of going into trouble. What I just did just attracted the attention of some neighbors. They are all the people who live nearby.  , who came here to teach the short-sighted children who put flowers here, the snarl just now probably angered them, so they walked faster, and if they don¡¯t leave, they will lose money"

    His voice stopped suddenly, because Wuxi swayed and fell headfirst on him.

    Jing Qi took half a step back before supporting him, only to feel that the hands on his back were wet, and his heart tightened: "Are you injured?"

    Wuxi gritted his teeth for a long while without making a sound, clutching his clothes tightly, breathing heavily, and it took him a long time to calm down, and stood upright by pressing Jing Qi's shoulder: "I'm fine, it doesn't hurt, and there is an antidote, no need to help  Follow me, you can go."

    This kid is more stubborn than a live donkey, Jing Qi didn't bother to talk to him, and said directly to A Jialai: "Carry him on your back."

    Ajialai was obedient, so he couldn't help but forcibly carried Wuxi on his back, and all three of them returned to the Wutong Mansion covered in blood.

    Wuxi had a fever that night. He dared to be the second in terms of using poison, and no one in the whole Daqing would dare to be the number one. Several warriors in southern Xinjiang who guarded him also said that it was all right when they saw him.  It is a normal reaction to the medicine, and it will be fine after a night of burning.

    The little mink squatted beside the master's bed, looking at this and that with its eyes, and touched Wuxi with its small head. Seeing that the master ignored it, it screamed "squeaky" and looked at  It's pathetic.

    This Wutong mansion is full of old men, not even a maid. Jing Qi sighed, thinking that he was just a child's life, so he stayed and asked Ajialai to find someone to go to the palace to find Ping An  With a single sound, he told Ping An that from now on, no one in the palace should leave the palace at will, and everything will be dealt with when he returns.

    After finishing, Jing Qi sat down on the side, picked up the little mink and put it in his arms, ordered someone to bring a basin of cold water, soaked the towel, and put it on Wuxi's forehead to cool him down.

    Outside, Ajialai was explaining the night's affairs to other people. He babbled in Nanjiang dialect. Jing Qi couldn't understand, but he could guess what they said, so he didn't care about it. He sat for a while, feeling a little confused  He got up, so he leaned against the edge of the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

    When it was almost dawn, Wuxi suddenly opened his eyes. When he moved, Jing Qi woke up. He stretched out his hand to try his forehead, and found that he still had a low fever. Knowing that he must be unwell, he asked, "Are you still sick?"  Does it hurt? Do you want to drink water? What kind of medicine should I use?"

    However, Wu Xi was stunned, as if he had been haunted by a nightmare.

    Jing Qi patted him lightly: "Wuxi?"

    Wu Xi stared at him blankly, and said hoarsely, "I saw you just now"

    Jing Qi was taken aback.

    Just listen to him say: "I dreamed of you sitting in front of a big rock with white hair, I talked to you, but you ignored me"

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