Villain: Be a teacher to the son of luck

Under the cover of Wanyan Lingxu, Zhu Gongqi had already successfully escaped from Wen Ling's pursuit.

He arrived at the pavilion where the mission's precious treasures were stored at his fastest speed. It was hard to believe that he, who had always been nearly elliptical in stature, was able to explode at such a speed at such a moment.

The attic built of hardwood and stone was stained with blood along the way, during which Zhu Gongqi also saw the corpses of many guardian monks of Yaoxianzong.

Most of them died in one-shot kill situations.

It is also true that the first blow among assassins is often the most difficult to avoid.

Zhu Gongqi's eyes were slightly stained with a layer of mist, "Returning to the Camp", he remembered
No matter who instigated these assassins to come, Yao Xianzong will definitely not let it go easily with regard to [Back to Life Camp]!Neither will he.

Push the door in.

There was no one in the room.
Zhu Gongqi didn't enter right away, he slowly stretched out his right hand, and summoned the golden cauldron, the magic weapon, from the storage space.

Under the urging of Taoism and mana, the golden tripod spun and accelerated, and then was pushed into the room by Zhu Gongqi's palm.

The flame of Taoism instantly ignited from inside the Golden Cauldron.
The flames overflowed, driving away all the shadows in the room.
"It seems that there is indeed no one."

Zhu Gongqi talked to himself, then immediately entered it, and began to look through the records of the mission files to see where the master's letter was placed.

Just when he turned to the last page, Zhu Gongqi saw the word "letter".

"Master's letter, why is it recorded so late?"

Zhu Gongqi was puzzled, but he didn't have time to think about it.

Outside the attic, there was the sound of the horns of the northern Xinjiang army, presumably it should be the Northern Xinjiang reinforcements that Wanyan Lingxu called before
Zhu Gongqi picked up the file to record in one hand, came to a small wooden jewelry-inlaid box, used Taoism to forcibly break the lock of the box, and opened it to have a look.
Nothing.

Master's letter. Has been taken away?

Zhu Gongqi's head suddenly buzzed, he shook his head slightly, and at this moment, he saw a familiar figure outside the attic window
It's Wenling!

He was clutching his chest, leaping over the eaves to escape.

"Damn it! Could it be that when he restrained us before, other dead people came to take this letter? Their goal is indeed this!"

Zhu Gongqi was annoyed in his heart. He saw Wen Ling's steps were frivolous and his breath was unstable.

It must have been hurt by Wanyan Lingxu!
"Don't think that you can escape easily like this!"

Zhu Gongqi roared angrily, his natal magic weapon!This mission is related to his natal magic weapon!
How could it be possible for you to escape under my nose? !

The golden cauldron beside Zhu Gongqi seemed to sense the anger in the master's heart. The golden light was flourishing, and there was a giant cauldron as tall as an adult. Now it directly smashed through the wall decoration of the attic, and smashed straight at Wenling.

Wenling felt a hot approach from afar.
He drew his sword to resist, and as expected, it was that golden tripod again.

Wen Ling tried his best to stagger away, but he didn't expect that he passed in front of several monks who were already fighting hard, and finally it was Zhu Gongqi who stopped him.

After the first Jinding attack was staggered, Zhu Gongqi also flew to the eaves.
"Speak!"

Zhu Gongqi slowly approached Wen Ling, whose qi and blood were unstable at the moment, and his words were extremely vicious, "When did you take that letter? Where is it now?"

". Hand it over, I can keep your whole body."

Facing Zhu Gongqi's threat, Wen Ling's stern face showed a hint of sarcasm.
Even though he was injured now, he didn't feel that Brother Dan in front of him could threaten him.

Wen Ling straightened up, the scimitar around his waist was spinning in his hand under the traction of fighting spirit.
Zhu Gongqi naturally knew that after losing the previous match in the courtyard, now Wen Ling could no longer see himself as his opponent, this monk Dan.

But it's what he needs
The scimitar in Wen Ling's hand did not stop.

Suddenly, the scimitar lost its fighting spirit, and the whole scimitar fell off the eaves and landed on the ground
In a night full of flames and killing sounds, the sound of the scimitar's fall was instantly covered.

Zhu Gongqi sneered, and said with disdain to ridicule——

"I forgot to tell you, after we parted earlier, I placed some poison pills in the golden cauldron."

".The smell they produce after burning, after being inhaled by people, just a little bit is enough to make ordinary people weak. The heart-biting pain, and finally the pain and disability to death."

".This is the place where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathers. I can easily kill even fierce beasts that have been cultivated for thousands of years. It was originally planned, but if it is used on you, it will be considered cheap for you."

Zhu Gongqi approached slowly while talking.

There was no trace of adulteration in his words. When he first refined this thing, he originally planned to use this deadly poison on Xie Fuyi's body.

Unexpectedly, it has become something used to protect Xie Fuyi's letters
It's also a bit ironic.

Wen Ling tore off his clothes to cover his mouth and nose, struggling to fight back, but his eyes began to be a little dazed, and he felt that he would completely lose his combat power in a short time.

Wen Ling suddenly felt ashamed.
Although he is the deputy leader of the [Death Camp], he has never been a qualified deceased.

The horror mask of every dead person actually has the function of avoiding poison
But even so, he was carelessly poisoned by the other party.
A stern look appeared on Zhu Gongqi's face, and he controlled the golden cauldron in his hand to hit Wen Ling directly.

Wen Ling spat out a mouthful of blood, which stained the lower part of his mask red, and then he fell into the alley on the edge of the posthouse.

Zhu Gongqi flew over.

He stretched out the middle finger of his right index finger and placed it under Wen Ling's nose to make sure that the other party was not dead.

"Now it seems that we can only capture this guy alive and hand it over to the master. I don't know if the letter will be in the hands of his companion?"

Zhu Gongqi silently stared at the unconscious Wen Ling.
He was suddenly curious about the other person's appearance, and just as he reached out to take off Wen Ling's mask, a figure stopped him.

"Brother Zhu, what are you doing?"

A man in white clothes stopped in front of Zhu Gongqi.