The easternmost sky began to whiten, Shemu gazed at the distance and his eyebrows grew.
He finally agreed to Liu Qinghuan's proposal and sent her to Tang Zibona. But now he regrets very much that he should not have let her go, at her insistence, to a place beyond his control.
Twisted Tong's side looked at Shemu's face and subconsciously glanced at her lips. Last night, when someone suddenly sent half a map, Shemu had little doubt, and Lee took the horse to find it. It was only then that she learned that he had set up the Bureau in association with Nightingale.
However, she dared not agree. Although she had sympathy for the Nightingale, she did not think that she could cooperate. In her eyes, Nightingale was a worthless con artist, and no one was comfortable working with her.
She looked at the sky with Shemu's eyes and said with some concern: "Sir, can Nightingale really believe this? What if she betrayed you to protect herself at a critical moment? ”
She trusted that if the time came for life and death, Nightingale would not hesitate to make that choice.
Shemu's eyes moved slightly and he whispered: "If betraying me will save her life, I will. ”
He just needs her to be safe.
Twisted tongue stiffened in place. Although Shemu's attitude toward Nightingale was unclear to her before, he always liked Liu Qinghuan, when and with Nightingale...
She stood at the corner of her mouth and stopped talking.
It was not until after the bell drum of the Chang 'an City report, that a soldier flew in and knelt down in front of Shemu: "Your Highness, something has been found and General Weiyuan is returning to the palace. ”
It wasn't going to take that long, but the map and the hiding place were slightly off, so they took a little more time.
Shemu's eyes moved and he commanded the banquet and the banquet behind him: "Take the horses with you to the pavilion. ”
“Yes!” responded excitedly. After enduring this for so long, Grandpa Hou was finally going to tear up Tang Zibo! So excited!
King Lingnan was furious in the woods outside the city as a large group of men led by Shemu quickly rushed to the pavilion.
“Pass the word to Tang Zibo and let him kill that liar, right now! Now!”
The man dressed as a priest looked at him so angry that he couldn't even conceal his identity, he responded hastily: “I know, I know! ”
King Lingnan looked at the shadow of his rapid departure and his eyes became more and more obscure. The painting in his hand, as he had said to Nightingale, burned to ashes long after he had ripened the map to the ground. How the hell did she know it was on the map?
Liu Qinghuan's method is actually simple, but it's just a reverse push.
The Emperor has been sending people to closely monitor King Lingnan's actions for several years. His Majesty and Shemu received news long ago when he secretly left Lingnan with a fake map. The scout followed him all the way to the fake treasure site.
A fake treasure location can be assembled with half real maps and half fake maps, so know if fake treasure locations and half fake maps can restore the remaining half real maps?
This is what Liu Qinghuan came up with in the absence of a solution.
She just can't guarantee that half the maps she inferred are exactly the same as the real ones.
When she returned to the room, she drew a good map at night, hid it on the little thing, which had fainted in purple, and let it out.
That little thing, which her master brought from the West, called Boroquin, can release smoke when in danger, causing people to instantly fall into a coma, and another feature is that it recognizes the Lord. Fly back to the owner, even thousands of miles apart. But this thing is hard to feed. Her master spreads the net all over the place, and this is the only one who lived, baby.
Liu Qinghuan counted the time, I'm sure King Lingnan had found that the treasure had been transferred early, so I couldn't help but peel her skin.
It's a shame not to see him desperate.
She glanced at the door and the guards glanced at her and raised the knife in her hand to threaten her.
Liu Qinghuan frowned. Lingnan discovered that the treasure had been taken one step ahead of the other and would definitely order her to be killed. She had tried to break out, but last night she inadvertently touched the organ, so it was not easy to act at will. Shemu will definitely bring someone to rescue her when she gets the treasure, but this place is so hidden, I'm afraid he won't be able to find it so easily.
Liu Qinghuan thought about the next measures, Tang Ziboshi walked in. She glanced at Tang Zibo, ignored him, and Tang Zibo was not angry. She sat down on the opposite couch.
Neither of them spoke, but a masked priest rushed in from the outside in panic and buried his head beside Tang Zibo whispering something.
Tang Zibo's face suddenly changed and his eyes sharpened. Liu Qinghuan thought that the priest was afraid that he was coming to deliver the order and touched his cuffs in silence.
When Tang Zibo walked toward him, Liu Qinghuan also stood up from the bed and just moved. Several guards at the door pulled out the knife in his hand with a few shouts. The knife was pointed at her.
“I really underestimated you. I didn't expect you to convince Sherman to join forces with you.” Tang Zibo's expression is cold, like frosting, “you should also know the consequences of doing so. ”
Before he pulled out his sword, Liu Qinghuan pulled out what was hidden in his arms and “banged” and fell to the ground. When the smoke bubbles in the room, choking white smoke not only blocks people's eyes, but also causes a cough.
Tang Zibo covered his nose and bit his teeth. “Grab her! Don't let her get away! ”
That's what he said, but anybody else could see her running or not, and she had to squander the smoke in front of her. Liu Qinghuan escaped the room while the smoke was still strong. If she were Tang Zibo, she would search her body thoroughly before locking her up.
The sound of footsteps soon came from behind. Liu Qing couldn't think much of it and could only find a way out by memory. She remembers the bends that were deliberately wrapped around when the purple was brought in, but feared that she would run into the machine darker now.
Tang Zibo was familiar with the road here, and thought that Liu Qinghuan could only follow the road when he arrived, he did not hesitate to pursue it. Just out of the room, another man rushed over in panic: "Master, no! ”
Tang Zibo frowned even tighter and asked badly: “What now? ”
“Xue, Xue Mu are coming with a bunch of people!” The man who wrote the letter was pale, and although he had never been on the battlefield, he now fully understood the feelings of the generals who had been brought to the city by General Xue.
It's horrible!
Tang Zibo's face was so heavy, I didn't expect Shemu to come so fast. He glanced at the direction of Liu Qinghuan's escape and mumbled: “Start all the organs, take a group of people from this side to chase Nightingale, catch him and put him in jail directly. ”
“Yes, Xue, Xue Mu...” Both words made him feel frightened. Although he had only seen it once, General Xue Da's momentum was to flatten this place. There will be no cell!
“Well, this isn't a battlefield, even if he's a general, he can't mess around!” After Tang Zibo finished his speech, he quickly walked outside.
Shemu surrounded the pavilion with a large group of men and horses, attracting the fierce dissatisfaction of the worship of fire, and attracting the powerful sights of the people of Chang 'an - I heard that even the neighborhood left their business behind, and Hooper came to see the lively.
Though the name of Shemu's first god shouted loudly, the people did not see him on the battlefield. Today, General Xue himself surrounded the pavilion with horses. How can you miss such a rare scene!
In just one tea, the news traveled from the westernmost part of Changan City to the easternmost part.
As Tang Zibo walked over from the pavilion, the high priest of Fire worship was still arguing with the rhetoric. Shemu, on the other hand, has become intolerable. Tang Zi bet that if you wait another minute, Shemu will rush in regardless.
His face has not yet appeared entirely at the door, and Shemu has recognized him: "Tang Zibo. ”
Tang Zibo's footsteps stifled for a moment and walked up with his scalp: “Master Hou. ”
Shemu didn't look at it instantly. His black eyes were as deep as the abyss: “Brother Hiroshima also worships fire? ”
Tang Zibo smiled: “I just heard that the worship of fire is going to hold a sacrifice today, so I came to check it out. Master Marquis, what's the matter? ”
Shemu's eyes were cold and his voice was silent: "Yesterday the fanatics of fire went to my house to make trouble and took away my wife while she was in chaos. ”
As soon as this was said, the surrounding people made a sudden enlightenment. Turns out Grandpa Huang was angry and turned red! But the Fire worshippers are too ignorant, even the Lady of the Marquis dares to rob it, it is not to seek death!
Tang Zibo also had a sense of cocooning at this moment, knowing that he should have thought of another reason to go to Hou Fu to make trouble, and would not have left Xue Mu with such an excuse.
The high priest next to him slammed in agitation, no translation of the slang, no one understood what he was saying, and... nobody cared.
Tang Zibo looked up at Shemu riding on the BMW and thought his neck was a little sore: “Master, how can you do something so unreasonable when you worship fire and your wife are unharmed? I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding. ”
Shemu glanced at him and his voice grew lower and lower: "Brother Hiroshima, does this mean that Ben Hou is being unreasonable? ”
When the Horseman's self-proclaimed self became the Horseman, it meant that... something bad was about to happen.
Tang Zibo opened his mouth and had not had time to make a sound. Shemu had been slightly exasperated and flew directly off the horse's back. Don't let the long knife in the waist out of the sheath for a moment. Tang Zibo only saw the silver flash in front of him. Shemu's knife tip had reached his throat.
Tang Zi Bolton's heart was pounding, his toes sharply, and he quickly retreated three feet. Shemu was holding a knife and spinning in the air, her clothes blooming like pear blossoms. Tang Zibo's footsteps were not steady, and Shemu had landed in front of him, and the knife was sent to his neck again.
The people watching the crowd were silent, as if it was themselves who were being driven around the neck with a knife at this moment, even holding their breath subconsciously. Tang Zibo stared straight at the person in front of him, and his neck ached hot.
He had already been knifed before he could see his moves clearly.
He knew how much he wanted to kill Shemu, how much Shemu wanted to kill him.
They stood in front of the pavilion and confronted each other silently. Shemu's killer appeared to be harder to hide and poured out: “Tang Zibo, if anything happens, I will skin you cramps and I will do it. ”