This sentence was like a bucket of cold water being poured on everyone.
The State of Qin stood side by side with Hou Ying Cheng, blocking everyone like a huge mountain.
"Whether it's the night or Ying Cheng, any obstacles will be removed one by one.”
Han Fei clenched his hands as if he had grasped the invisible force in his hands.
"I can help you, but you have to prove to me that you have the ability.”Wei Zhuang slowly walked out of the room.
At night, Han Fei opened the sword box, and a broken long sword appeared in front of him.
"Every sword with a story is like a song. As time passes, the song ends and the people scatter, returning to dust. Your encounter was a strange fate, and what kind of long song will you sing when you get along? This sword was called the Reverse Scale.”
Ying Cheng, who was drinking tea at night, felt an unfamiliar sword intent rising from Xin Zheng City.
"Inversed-Scale Sword?"
A sword spirit? It was the strongest and most compatible spirit of the Inversed-Scale Sword.
Hmm? There were still eight auras approaching. Were they ready to make a move?
"Master." Yan Lingji called out worriedly.
The smell of blood had already spread throughout the pavilion, and eight powerful auras were slowly approaching.
"The shape does not meet the shadow, the shadow does not leave the shape, it is unpredictable, smooth and smooth, it is eight exquisite.”Yan Lingji exclaimed.
Seeing the eight different shadows standing outside the window, Yan Lingji, who was Ying Cheng's follower, knew that they were the top assassin organization of the State of Qin, the Eight Petites.
The Eight Petites were made up of Qian Sha, Granny Kun, Marquis Zhen, Xunfeng, Kanshu, Liwu, Genshi, and Duili.
"Ying Cheng, my good brother, the pavilion you are in is now completely under our control. I really didn't expect you to still be so confident and not worry about exposing yourself.”
Zhen Hou, one of the Eight Petites, pushed open the door and spoke. One could feel the deep resentment from him.
Ying Cheng called Yan Lingji Zhen Hou and served her a cup of tea.
Marquis Zhen was Cheng Jiao, Ying Cheng and Ying Zheng's half-brother.
Back then, he was ordered to lead the army to attack Zhao, but he took the opportunity to escape to Zhao after the rebellion failed. Lu Buwei had sent the Eight Petites to eradicate him, but he had become one of them.
"Snow Peak Silver Shuttle, your favorite tea leaves. Today will probably be our last time.”Ying Cheng said.
"When he was alive? You mean I'm already dead?" Zhen Hou slammed his hands on the table, causing the tea in his cup to spill out.
"Not just you, but all of you." Ying Cheng pointed at everyone in the Eight Petites." But this is no longer important. Do you hate me very much?”
"I hate you? When Ying Zheng gave the order to kill me, and I sent someone to ask you to plead for mercy for me, where were you?”
"The Marquis of the Qin Country! Who would dare to disobey you?"
Zhen Hou roared, as if he had vented all the hatred in his heart over the years.
"Do you really think it was Brother Zheng who gave the order to kill you?”Ying Cheng looked at Zhen Hou and said.
"I remember now. I'm indeed dead. He was the one who killed me.”Zhen Hou pointed at Qian Sha." And them.”
"General Bi is the general of the empire, who else can order him around except Ying Zheng? Tell me!" Zhen Hou's vicious aura directly smashed the teacup to the ground.
The fragrance of tea began to pervade the entire space.
"No matter what, you must die today.”
Flames appeared in Yan Lingji's hand as she looked at the Eight Petites warily.
"I originally wanted to see you for the last time, but it seems that you are no longer the Cheng Jiao of the past, but Zhen Hou.”
Although the Eight Petites had absorbed Cheng Jiao's soul and imprisoned him in the cage, it was not complete.
"However, I can still tell you the truth.”
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