The bitter smell entered his nose, and Xiao En slowly woke up. He looked at Fan Xian with an indescribable expression, and said with difficulty, "I believe Chen Pingping must be very disappointed in you. If you want to kill me, you kill me. If you want to let me go, you let me go. If you keep repeating things, how can you achieve anything great in the future?"
Fan Xian's face was full of indifference. "Everyone else thinks I will kill you, but I won't. What's there to be afraid of? As long as I can obtain the information I want at the end of the story, I am happy to be a repeated villain. "
Although he said this, he still slowly lowered his eyes. He knew that Xiao En was using his curiosity to his advantage. He knew that Xiao En had a secret that even the royal family of Northern Qi and a grandmaster were interested in. If he were to kill Xiao En, he would not be satisfied.
His plan to kill Xiao En had been ruined by an inexplicable secret, and by an inexplicable village girl. Fan Xian was not the least bit depressed. He had learned from a young age to endure and accept the disharmony between plans and changes.
After a while, he suddenly smiled. "If I capture Zhuang Mohan to threaten you, will you reveal that secret?"
Xiao En slowly raised his head, and there was a trace of shock in his lifeless eyes. It seemed that he had not expected the young man in front of him to know that he and Zhuang Mohan were brothers.
"Of course, a venomous snake like you, someone who only thinks about your own survival, would probably ignore Zhuang Mohan, even though he has done many things for you." Fan Xian continued to look at Xiao En with that oppressive smile. Suddenly, he had a thought, and said coldly, "So if there is a chance in the future, I hope you will tell me this secret. Otherwise, if I find out... the secret of the temple, I will personally kill Zhuang Mohan!"
The temple? The temple!
After two consecutive attacks, Xiao En made a hoarse sound from his throat. He raised his weak arm and pointed at Fan Xian, his eyes full of shock. It seemed that he wanted to know how Fan Xian knew that the secret he was guarding had something to do with the temple!
Fan Xian satisfied Xiao En's curiosity, and said softly, "This deduction is based on my confidence in Chen Pingping. You say that Chen Pingping does not even know the secret you are guarding. That is simple. I believe that in all the world, the only thing Chen Pingping does not know is the matter of the temple. "
"Since you have such a big secret, then I will protect you from being killed by Haitang." Fan Xian said with a hint of mockery. He could not help but think of his uncle with the black cloth. He thought that if Wu Zhu's memory were recovered, wouldn't going to the temple be like going home?
This was just what he was thinking, but he still couldn't kill Xiao En right now. One reason was that Haitang was nearby, and it would be difficult to use the surprise attack outside the town as an excuse. On the other hand, because of his mother, Fan Xian really wanted to know where the Temple was. Furthermore, it seemed that the damned Uncle Wu Zhu would never be able to find his past.
He spoke to the sinister Xiao En. "Since you dared to run, and I," he said. and said. and said, En and Fan. and Xiao Fan., because En, because he had, Fan, and, and. En, Fan. Fan., and. En., and, and, and, he, Fan.
Fan Xian got back into the car. Facing the sinister Xiao En, he calmly said, "Since you dared to escape, and I can't bear to kill you, I'll have to break your legs as the price. "I am not Chen Pingping. Your so-called secret is not like chili peppers in my food. If you want to threaten me with suicide, go ahead."
"But you are too close to home. I don't think you have the courage to kill yourself." Saying this, he smiled and got out of the carriage.
Xiao En looked at the blood seeping from his broken legs. There was a faint worry in his eyes. He knew that this young man of the Overwatch Council would grow into a terrifying figure in the south.
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He looked at the camp under the midday sun. He thought about how his plan was far from perfect, and how it had produced an absurd result. Fortunately, while Xiao En was in a state of shock, with the help of the sleeping incense, Fan Xian was able to confirm that Xiao En's secret had something to do with the temple. Otherwise, he would have formed an irreconcilable enmity with the swordsman Haitang. This plan would not have been worth it.
In the distance, the restless neighing of the horses could be heard from the Black Knights' camp. Fan Xian squinted and looked in that direction. He knew that the poison he had placed on the meadow was beginning to take effect. He waved his hand to summon a Tiger Guard and had him go to the Black Knights to pass on the order.
"If there are mares, then it will be easy. If that doesn't work, then get some clean water and wash them."
The Tiger Guard took his orders and left. Fan Xian smiled and got into Si Lili's carriage. He slumped back into the chair. Strangely, facing this woman, even though he knew that she was one of the masterminds who wanted to kill him last year, he still felt incomparably relaxed. It was as if the faint fragrance in the carriage had already become some kind of excellent medicine under the effect of habit.
Si Lili helped him take off his bloodstained clothes and carefully washed him with warm water. The towel slid across Fan Xian's naked and well-proportioned body. It was slightly hot.
"Have you seen Haitang?" Fan Xian suddenly asked with his eyes closed.
Si Lili frowned. She seemed to be recalling her life in the Northern Qi palace.
"Ku He's female disciple."
Si Lili suddenly understood. "You mean Duoduo?"
Fan Xian frowned. "I met her today." He then told her what had happened and frowned. "I thought she would be like a fairy. Who would have thought that she was like a village girl? The way she spoke and the way she put her hands on her hips, it was hard to tell that she was a powerful master."
"Duoduo is not an ordinary person." Si Lili looked at him worriedly. "She has been obsessed with martial arts since she was a child. As for poetry, calligraphy, and painting, she has no interest at all. Instead, she opened a vegetable garden in Ku He's courtyard. Every day, aside from practicing martial arts, she grows vegetables and flowers."
Fan Xian was a little surprised. This kind of behavior was quite similar to that of King Jing. He guessed why Haitang would live such a life. The martial arts of Ku He's branch followed the path of harmony between man and nature. They paid particular attention to being close to nature. Since Haitang had a talent for cultivation, it was only natural that she would hide in the vegetable garden every day. It seemed that her village girl appearance was not a deliberate act.
"Be careful. She's very powerful." Si Lili teased Fan Xian. She used a dry towel to dry the water on his body. "I reckon that you almost didn't make it back today."
That was indeed the situation at the time. But Fan Xian raised his eyebrows. With a strange smile, he said, "Although my martial cultivation is not as good as hers, if we really fought... I think that at this time, she would probably feel much worse than me."
Si Lili looked at him with a smile. "After you enter the border of Northern Qi, if Haitang comes to kill you, I won't speak up for you."
Fan Xian smiled and shook his head. "After we enter the border of Northern Qi, if she dares to kill me, I will take off my clothes and let her kill me. That is, if she isn't afraid of starting a war between the two countries. "
He suddenly looked at Si Lili's soft body and thought of that night on the pleasure boat. He thought of the medicine he had used that time. He couldn't help but think of Haitang, whose whereabouts were unknown. It was as if he could feel her dagger, which seemed to be one with heaven and earth, still around his neck. It was cold and threatening.
He shivered, and Si Lili thought he was cold. She quickly covered him with a shirt.
Only Fan Xian knew that he was afraid. He was afraid of the dagger in Haitang's hand. Today, if the seven Tiger Guards and the Black Knights had not arrived in time, he could have died at her hands. A superior ninth-level ace was indeed not someone he could fight against. Yan Xiaoyi could shoot him off the city walls with one arrow. Although he had improved since then, he was still far from Haitang's level.
The matter itself was strange. The bravery Fan Xian had displayed in the two battles in the span of one night and one morning was far beyond what he could accept. He was a person who would rather use assassination than use martial power to fight for his life.
After a long time, Fan Xian sighed in his heart. Speechless, he asked the heavens, "That damned Uncle Wu Zhu. Didn't he know to tell me that he wasn't following me? Give me the chest, give me the chest! "
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In the distant reeds by the lake on the border of the country, a head suddenly appeared in the shallow, cold water. The lake water flowed down along the hair. Haitang, the brilliant disciple of a Grandmaster, the Tianmai being worshipped by Northern Qi, revealed her naked upper body. A trace of anger appeared on her face.
She had already forced out the poison for an hour. Unexpectedly, it had not been completely forced out. It was as if there was a ball of fire burning incessantly inside her body. Even the cold lake water could not dispel the glimmer of lust in her heart.
Haitang bit her lower lip, and the tip of her nose twitched slightly. She finally understood what had happened. The hatred in her eyes flared, and she cursed in a low voice, "Shameless Fan Xian!"
Fan Xian had not used poison, but an aphrodisiac. A good aphrodisiac would not cause any harm to the human body. Haitang's use of zhenqi to force out the poison had actually caused the drug to circulate faster in her body. No wonder in this early spring cold lake, the girl's mind was still flying and her body was boiling hot.
Haitang sighed softly, thinking of what the man called Fan Xian had said. He was an official, but he was also a man of martial arts. As a ninth-level master, he used such despicable means.
But there were still many things she did not understand. When the poisonous smoke had come out, she had clearly held her breath. Could it be that during the fight, in a moment of carelessness, she had breathed in some remnant of the drug? She suddenly raised her right hand and frowned as she examined it. Only then did she discover that there was a small burn mark between her thumb and index finger. This burn mark did not hurt at all. It must have been caused by the poison on the needle.
Haitang had always thought highly of herself, and had never cared about any poison in the world. That was why she had been able to pinch it with her hand. But she had not expected Fan Xian's poisoning method to be so complicated. First, he had used the poison on the needle to burn a small opening, and then let the medicinal mist touch her body and escape through this small opening!
First, he had used the poison needle to burn her skin, and then he had used the aphrodisiac to confuse her mind. Her body was tired of spring, and the heavens had descended upon Fan Xian in great anger.
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