Niao Ni
Chapter 307: Dagger, Dagger Again!
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Inside the Hanging Temple, the Emperor had already shed his previous rage, his face now calm, as if the wood shavings underfoot, the blood in the building, the corpses of guards and assassins, the injured and unconscious, and the faint sweet smell in the air didn't exist. As if he hadn't just faced an assassination plotted by enemies for years, but was simply attending the triennial Chrysanthemum Appreciation Gathering.
Some began to clean up the mess inside the temple. Many palace experts crowded on the top floor, as if trying to collapse the building. The guards initially responsible for His Majesty's safety were pale-faced, and the eunuchs, including Eunuch Dai, trembled, unsure what changes the assassination attempt would bring to their fates, or if it would simply end their life's journey.
The Crown Prince had already risen from the ground, his face covered in tears. He and the First Prince knelt before the Emperor, begging for forgiveness, "Your sons are incompetent, causing Father Emperor to be frightened."
The First Prince spoke with extreme gravity. He had killed countless enemies in the west, but never imagined that when assassins attacked, he wouldn't even have the ability to react. And that Fan Xian whom he had somewhat looked down upon... was actually so skilled and reacted so quickly.
"Once one enters the Ninth Rank, they are no longer ordinary... Although you are my sons, it is natural to be unable to react in time when encountering these desperate men." The Emperor didn't seem to blame his sons. He merely glanced at the Ninth Rank assassin who had died at Eunuch Hong's hands in the corner, and then at the wine cup that had been broken by the Crown Prince, his brow furrowing slightly.
He gently embraced the Third Prince, who was still frightened in his arms, but his eyes were looking down at the sea of chrysanthemums on the mountain below. On the hillside, he could faintly see occasional movements, with branches and leaves fluttering and breaking.
"This old servant will go." Eunuch Hong said humbly behind the Emperor, not thinking that he should be firmly guarding His Majesty's side after an assassination attempt, "This little Fan is ill recently, and this old servant is a little worried."
The medicine pouch that Fan Xian had thrown down before leaving was very conspicuous on the floor. Poisonous smoke filled the building, and some people would have inhaled it, so he had left detoxification pills. Looking at the medicine pouch on the ground, and thinking about the child's thoughtfulness, a trace of slight guilt flashed in the Emperor's eyes. Only now did he remember that Fan Xian's body had been having problems recently, and after Eunuch Hong's visit to the Fan residence last time, he had confirmed that the illness he was suffering from was indeed a bit troublesome.
His fingers gently tapped a few times on the railing of the Hanging Temple, making a rhythmic sound. Fan Jian, who had been shrinking behind the powerful and influential below, seemed to sense something and glanced up at the building.
"You don't need to go." The Emperor said coldly to Eunuch Hong, "I will send someone."
As soon as he spoke, several more movements came from the mountain gully below the Hanging Temple. Several figures stood up from their hidden positions, carrying long sabers, and rushed into the sea of flowers along the steep mountain rock crevices, soon surpassing the Imperial Guards who had set off a moment earlier, chasing after the tracks of the three people at the very front.
It was the Tiger Guards.
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There was a temple in the mountains, and naturally, there was a mountain gully in front of the temple, but this mountain gully was somewhat steep.
Fan Xian was speeding through the fields in the mountain gully, occasionally reaching out to pull away the branches that rushed towards him, smelling the faint fragrance of the broken petals of the mountain chrysanthemums. It was as if he had taken opium. The Genuine Qi in his body circulated rapidly along those two channels, quickly replenishing his mental and physical energy. His feet seemed to have eyes, stepping on the rocks below with amazing accuracy. His body was like a black dragon, rushing down the mountain at an astonishing speed.
Speaking of jumping off cliffs, no one in this world was faster than him, except for Uncle Wu Zhu. Moreover, after today's battle with the White-Clothed Swordsman, his cultivation had naturally improved after being greatly shaken, and both the abundance of Genuine Qi and his mental state were at their peak. The injury to his left shoulder was nothing at all.
The faint white figure dozens of feet ahead of him also had extremely exquisite movements, gathering and scattering like a cloud, using a soft and charming force to counteract the downward冲 force. His speed didn't decrease, but after all, it couldn't compare to Fan Xian's acceleration by 地心引力.
The distance between the two was getting closer and closer.
As for the Imperial Guards behind them who were still searching for a way down the mountain, they had been left far behind, and the renowned Lord Ye Zhong, whose cultivation was obviously focused on that "重" ("heavy") character, had also been left far behind.
Before the tea had cooled, the two of them had rushed to the foot of the mountain one after the other. Seeing the faint banners of the Imperial Army in the distance, Fan Xian breathed a slight sigh of relief, but unexpectedly discovered that the White-Clothed Swordsman in front of him slanted his body and forcibly changed his direction of advance, skirting the edge of the sparse forest at the foot of the mountain, and heading west.
Now that they had reached flat ground, Fan Xian's speed should have been inferior to that of the White-Clothed Swordsman, but the White-Clothed Swordsman had taken a palm strike from Ye Zhong and had obviously suffered a great loss. His speed had never been able to pick up, so Fan Xian was stubbornly chasing after him.
However, looking at the direction the other party had chosen, Fan Xian still couldn't help but feel a slight chill in his heart.
Communication between the top and bottom of the mountain was inconvenient. Even if the news of His Majesty's assassination had been transmitted down, the Imperial Army at the foot of the mountain would probably have difficulty reacting immediately. What's more, the direction chosen by the White-Clothed Swordsman was the place that the Imperial Army had the most difficulty taking care of. It was a primitive dense forest. Although the area of the forest was not wide, it was enough to cover the White-Clothed Swordsman's light body.
He silently chased after him, hoping that the Imperial Army commander wouldn't forget that direction because of Gong Dian's dereliction of duty.
To his relief, there was obvious protection outside that dense forest. In the process of high-speed running, the White-Clothed Swordsman forcibly turned again, interspersing towards the two o'clock direction.
Fan Xian followed closely.
The White-Clothed Swordsman turned again.
Fan Xian followed again.
After several thrust-like changes in direction, the White-Clothed Swordsman maintained a very beautiful distance from the Imperial Army in the distance, and Fan Xian didn't have any extra strength to call for his brothers to help.
With a whoosh, the White-Clothed Swordsman suddenly accelerated and掠 towards a lake directly in front!
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After Fan Xian gritted his teeth and followed, he discovered a fact with some fear.
He had followed that assassin through the encirclement of the Imperial Army at the foot of the mountain!
There was an open space in front, with no one defending. Fan Xian's heart trembled violently. He couldn't understand how the White-Clothed Swordsman had gotten rid of the attention of the layers of Imperial Army. Besides the fact that the two of them were fast enough, the only explanation was that – this White-Clothed Swordsman was already familiar with the deployment of the Imperial Army and the emergency response of the Qing Kingdom 朝廷 to a very terrifying degree!
Thinking that Gong Dian had not appeared in the Hanging Temple today, Fan Xian felt a chill crawling up his back. But now was not the time to think about conspiracies. Ye Zhong was too heavy, the guards were too slow, and there was no one by his side. If he let this assassin disappear from his eyes, Fan Xian knew how much trouble he would get into.
He couldn't turn back. He could only fly, only chase, chase and chase again.
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Fan Xian had enough confidence in his tracking skills, especially after he had led several Tiger Guards on the shore of the North Sea and forced Xiao En, who had once dominated the world, into a miserable state. He didn't believe that anyone besides the Four Grandmasters could escape his tracking.
But today, a series of unexpected events had made him feel a little chilly. First, the other party was able to easily penetrate the blockade of the Imperial Army. Then, the other party showed a very strong ability to get rid of him. From the foot of the mountain to the lakeside, crossing the lake, shuttling between farmhouses and fields, the White-Clothed Swordsman had disappeared from his sight several times. If Fan Xian's eyesight hadn't been amazing and his luck hadn't been so good, he would have been thrown off by the other party long ago.
Moreover, the White-Clothed Assassin's composure along the way... and even the instinctive reactions he showed to avoid detection, were truly admirable to Fan Xian. He had been in contact with the Overwatch Council since he was a child, and of course he knew how many years of immersion it would take to achieve this.
Especially when he noticed the other party's methods of erasing traces, it was very skilled and had a sinister taste, which always made Fan Xian feel very familiar – just like the darkness that he was already very familiar with, which was incompatible with the swordsman's white clothes.
Presumably, this was the true side of the White-Clothed Swordsman, calm and unnecessary to mention, sinister, decisive, none of which were the extreme of the human world.
The sword on the Hanging Temple, although magnificent and extremely tragic, in Fan Xian's view, was not as amazing as the dark aura that the other party was exuding at this time. The true strength that this person showed was probably already beyond the old Xiao En, and even above his own true strength.
Fan Xian became more and more alarmed. In the Hanging Temple, he was indeed too impulsive and too passionate. Now that he had calmed down, he could correctly assess the power of the other party's sword. If Ye Zhong hadn't injured the other party, perhaps the only thing Fan Xian should do at this time was to stop immediately and stay as far away from the white-clothed man in front of him as possible.
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In front of the two of them, Kyoto was in sight, with towering city walls and an imposing aura.
With a whoosh, the White-Clothed Swordsman's momentum didn't stop. He took off the snow-white long shirt he was wearing with one hand, revealing a simple and unadorned garment inside, just like the common clothes worn by the residents of Kyoto.
The white shirt fell into the mud. After a moment, a toe gently tapped on the clothes, and a figure quickly掠 past.
Fan Xian looked at the swordsman who had already disguised himself as an ordinary person in the distance, and his admiration for the other party had reached an unprecedented level. Instead of escaping to the suburbs like ordinary assassins, he actually wanted to throw himself into the net and enter Kyoto. There were countless people in Kyoto, and the other party must have a reliable identity to cover himself up when he mixed into the crowd. Even if the Overwatch Council were to launch all its forces, it would probably be difficult to find him again.
Today, the royal family was gathering at the Hanging Temple, and Kyoto's defenses were naturally lax. The soldiers at the city gate only felt a blur in front of their eyes, rubbed their eyes, but didn't know what had happened.
Fan Xian saw clearly that the man had mixed into the crowd in Kyoto, and he didn't care about shocking the world. He rushed directly through the city gate.
He wasn't blocked when he entered the city, and he was still able to barely缀 the assassin. In the complex terrain of Kyoto, it was the time to truly test the abilities of dark assassins. Fan Xian used all his strength to avoid losing the shadow-like figure in front of him. Fortunately, his mental state was excellent today, and his speed hadn't decreased at all.
The silent chase and counter-tracking were carried out in the residences and alleys of Kyoto. The danger might not be as great as the last time on the shore of the North Sea, but the tension was even greater.
A figure飄ed from the corner of a building, a cloth shoe touched a bamboo shoot, passing through the bustling old street, and knocking over a hawker selling candied hawthorns. It was this collision that allowed Fan Xian to clearly judge that the assassin's injuries were severe and he could no longer hold on, so he couldn't control his body.
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A dead alley suddenly appeared. After a series of hurried and slight footsteps, Fan Xian finally succeeded in blocking the person at the end of the alley.
After repeated journeys, using his mind, strength, and spirit, his face was unnaturally pale, but his cheeks had two excited blushes. His eyes were bright, which was the display of the Genuine Qi in his body being filled to the extreme.
The assassin in the alley was in a worse situation. The white clothes were gone, and under the ordinary clothes, you could already see the faint blood seeping out.
The assassin turned around, revealing a face that Fan Xian didn't recognize at all, which was also extremely pale. He must rarely see the sun on weekdays. He didn't know if he had disguised himself or not. He said in a hoarse voice, looking at Fan Xian, who was only ten steps away from him:
"Lord Fan, aren't you tired?"
Fan Xian was slightly startled and said softly, "This official didn't expect you to be able to run so far."
The assassin smiled slightly, gently put his hand into his outer clothes, slowly took out that ancient sword that was as cold as autumn water. With the sword in hand, the temperament of his whole body changed immediately. He immediately changed from a fleeing dark assassin to a proud swordsman, full of confidence and pride.
"I didn't want to kill you."
Fan Xian was silent, knowing that if the other party hadn't been injured, he would indeed have enough strength to say such a seemingly arrogant sentence. Feeling the sword intent that was blowing on his face at the end of the alley, he subconsciously prepared to pull the trigger of the hidden crossbow, take out the black dagger hidden in his boots, and throw out the most skillful poison smoke... Unexpectedly... he didn't touch the dagger, the poison smoke was used up, and the hidden crossbow was gone.
"You are naked." The nameless assassin said coldly: "You only have three crossbow bolts, a dagger, and fourteen explosive smoke pellets, and now... you are naked."
Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, his face sinking, knowing that he was indeed running naked into Kyoto. The three magic weapons that could always help him were no longer by his side – with these three magic weapons in hand, he dared to fight Haitang head-on. And at this time, facing a supreme expert whose comprehensive strength was definitely not below Haitang, what could Fan Xian do? He could only wish that the other party's injuries would flare up sooner... and that Uncle Wu Zhu could arrive sooner.
The abundant Genuine Qi in his body, which had now reached its peak, made his mind firm and confident. The Genuine Qi that was flowing rapidly in his meridians was like countless naughty children, persuading him to rely on his own strength to fight the other party fiercely.
But unexpectedly... he just took a deep breath, suppressed his fighting spirit, and looked at the other party with a look that didn't contain a trace of emotion, smiling and said: "Tell me an identity that can satisfy me... and I won't chase."
This was a transaction. This was a transaction that he had risked his life to pursue this supreme expert all the way to Kyoto... The assassination in the Hanging Temple was too strange. Gong Dian's bizarre dereliction of duty, the exquisite arrangement of the traps during the assassination, the appearance and departure of the assassin in front of him, and the familiarity with the internal affairs of the Qing Kingdom all revealed a terrible truth. This assassination was definitely not only carried out by one force, and there must be personnel from within the Qing Kingdom involved!
Fan Xian just needed to know the real origin of this matter, instead of washing away the shame for His Majesty like a warrior. He wasn't a simple loyal subject. What he cared more about was the relationship between this assassination and himself, his father, and the Overwatch Council.
"Don't say things like integrity." Fan Xian still lowered his head and said with a smile: "You and I are both the same kind of people, knowing that promises like that have no meaning. Give me the information I need, and I'll let you leave."
The assassin was silent, defaulting to his words. But just when Fan Xian thought that the other party would accept this seemingly fair and absolutely win-win transaction, the other party suddenly said: "The problem now is, if I kill you, can't I leave too?"
This world was really wonderful. Fan Xian had strongly rejected the Second Prince's proposal for reconciliation and coexistence, which seemed perfect to everyone. And at this time, someone had also strongly rejected him.
What did he rely on? Of course, it was strength.
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The sword light seemed to illuminate the entire alley in an instant. The fallen leaves in late autumn were also blown up by the sword wind, flying in a chaotic dance between the two of them. The ancient long sword came to Fan Xian's face abruptly and resolutely in the company of these beautiful fallen leaves.
Just like on the top floor of the Hanging Temple, the Genuine Qi in Fan Xian's body rushed out, transported to his palms, like the opening of heaven and earth,挟 with extremely majestic palm wind, he slapped towards the other party's face, not even looking at the long sword coming head-on.
The palm wind was fierce, shaking the swordsman's hair backwards, like steel thorns.
He was inferior to the other party in the way of martial arts, so he had to fight to the death. Moreover, he knew very well that the more supreme assassins who had killed countless people, the more they cherished their lives and the more proud they were. How could they exchange their lives?
As he wished, the other party did indeed sweep his sword horizontally, slashing towards his palm. Fan Xian quickly retracted his hand, turning it into two black shadows, directly striking the other party's temples. These fists were clean and neat, extremely simple, but unusually fierce.
At this moment, the swordsman fighting against him did something that Fan Xian never expected!
The swordsman no longer挥 the sword as洒脱 as a great painter, no longer運 the sword妙到毫巅... he directly弃 the sword.
The long sword脱 from his hand,急射 out, directly襲ing Fan Xian's throat. His body縮 up异常古怪,避过了 Fan Xian's凌厉拳风, and put his hand on the boot口处 of his left leg.
He took out a暗哑无光的匕首!
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Fan Xian闷 called out,收拳 back,交错 hit,仗着 his霸道真气,生生将那奪命 one sword击飞,古剑化作一道直线飞 out,嗤 with a sound插 in巷墙 amongst,不停顫抖,嗡嗡作响.
What made him even more shocked was that the other party actually摸 out了一把匕首 from his boots and stabbed towards him. Fan Xian was too familiar with this move!
When the swordsman's古剑 was in hand, he was光明正大,大开大合,堂堂正正的绝代剑手, so Fan Xian used霸道真气相应. However, after this swordsman 弃剑, the光采 of his whole person seemed to荡然无存,化作了秋风中的一道魅影,提着一把尖锐的匕首 in his hand and突刺 out.
This kind of strong 气质变换 only happened in骤然 amongst. Fan Xian almost应对不及, and his left arm处 was划了一道细小的血口!
霎时间, two black灰色的身影 just缠斗了起来 in 巷 amongst. The贴身的搏击 were all行ed with奇诡之道. The锋 were出无声,指 were出阴险. In the极小的范围内, they were conducting极凶险的刺杀. The actions of the two people were越来越快,弯肘提膝,撩腹剁脚, from standing at the corner of the wall to standing on the wall, and then falling to the ground... a series of肉体格击的声音连串响起, 惊心动魄.
If Fan Xian hadn't grown up being锤练ed by Wu Zhu since he was a child, if he hadn't been deeply浸淫ed in the style of the Overwatch Council and had always been walking this path, he would probably have been戮 out with无数个血洞 by that dagger long ago. But even though he dodged again快, he was still割了无数道血口子 on his body by the匕首, which seemed to be染ed with a噬魂之气.
The other party must be very清楚 about the structure of the Overwatch Council官服. The刀尖所割 were all places that were 没有重点保护.
And the most令 Fan Xian心惊胆跳 was that the other party had actually研究ed him very透彻. The出手路线 that he was算ing were all死死的. His小手段 that he relied on to保命 were 竟每每在发动之前被对方猜得先机 and躲了过去. No matter if it was拧尾指,插眼珠,捏**, or想倒肘击... what kind of无耻下流阴险招数 all失去了效用!
A浅灰色的光芒闪过 Fan Xian's眼帘. The尖端 of the dagger扎 down very直很直. This made him think of Uncle Wu Zhu's棍子 and made him think of what Uncle Wu Zhu said: "直、狠、准."
The reason why Fan Xian still had the情调 to recall the往事 when he was快要嗝屁 was because he still had a大劈棺, and a刀片 was藏着 in the靴尖 under his feet.
With a甩手, the暴戾真气 in his body一下子迸了出去. The Overwatch Council官服 on his arm was震的丝丝碎裂. His right hand was激ed by 真气 and was不停地擅抖,隐隐然 having a few丝澹州的海崖下叶流云散手的风韵. He击出 with a啪 sound.
The刺客, who was attached to his left arm like a幽灵, only觉 a powerful and锥心 真气撲面而来. The手指根根 of the other party's one拍散开,宛若枯枝一颤!
The刺客's胸口 one闷, was震了出去. His脚尖 also踩 down,不偏不倚踩 on the靴刀尖 that Fan Xian阴险 kicked over, and飘然退开三尺!
Fan Xian一声闷哼, 捂着受了刀伤的左臂,看着面前这个可怕的敌人,发现对方也在掩唇流血,稍觉安心.
Just, Uncle Wu Zhu still hasn't come.
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The刺客横肘,将灰暗的匕首横举在眼前,嘶哑着声音 said: "This is学的你的."
Fan Xian阴沉着脸,感受着自己的精力随着伤口处鲜血的外溢而不断流失着,冷声道: "不用客气."
There was no time left for him to治伤调息, and the other party was obviously more强悍 than himself in terms of耐受力 to injuries, so Fan Xian did not say a second sentence. His脚尖 was on the巷墙一点,踹落几块灰砖. His整个人 already扑了过去 with a去势若虎 and一往无前!
The刺客退一步,跃起,反手撩刀,刺向 his太阳穴.
Fan Xian's身形一滞,气势由极暴戾而转至极阴柔. His整个人 was极冒险地绕着那柄匕首转了小半圈. Between the two fingers of his right hand,寒芒一闪. He伸 from behind his颈后 like a鬼魅... In that刹那辰光里, he was about to轻拈毒针 and扎中 the稳定异常握着匕首的手...的虎口!
But what he did not料到 was that the other party's反手撩刀 was竟是个假像. When the针尖探过去, the other party had already从从容容拉回 the匕首 three 寸, letting the毒针扎 in the横面 of the匕首. The针尖 was寸短 and seemed脆弱无比!
Then, the 刺客 was one膝顶 in Fan Xian's后腰窝里. A股剧痛 made him横过身去, and then he saw that the恐怖的匕首 was only a极短的距离 from his胸口.
——看着这把匕首, Fan Xian was绝望了. The other party had竟然准备的如此充分, and they even摸的一清二楚 about all three of his last保命发针!
And... Wu Zhu hasn't come yet.
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着了重重的一记 in the腰间, Fan Xian's一声闷哼 changed into a extremely狂暴呼喊!
“啊!”
终于激发出体内的最大的潜力 at the verge of 生死, and he had absorbed all of that强悍的杀伤力 into the 雪山,催发着霸道真气 运至自己的双臂 and夹住了 the匕首!
When the双掌 were与 the匕首一夹, there was a extremely难听嘶哑 sound,就像是烫红了的烙铁正在粗糙的脚掌上慢慢划过.
The two of them were so close that Fan Xian could see that丝微笑 in the other party's眼神.
Such 倒霉的事情總是聯袂而至.此时范闲 has already到了最危险的时候,the最大的隐患 in his body also finally爆发了出来 and发出了致命的怒吼。
The真气's暴戾 has, 就像是不听话的孩子，又像是难以驯服的野兽，異常不稳定地 in the his经络中开始跳动,而雪山处的真气蕴积似乎也已经随着这一场耗费心神的缠斗终于突破了极限。
It was exploded.
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At that extremely short瞬间内, Fan Xian便 has already感受到了从来没有感受过的苦楚. On his身上, every处 that could have feeling nervous,都像是被撕裂了一般 and痛楚无比. The真气 in his body has just狂肆冲破 the管壁 and杀进了 his body. In a片刻间, it消湮在了 his腑脏之中, and he can no longer调动 it出来.
The真气 was全无, so 双掌 was naturally无力.
嗤 A soft sound heard. The 灰暗匕首 of a 始终无法真正刺中 Fan Xian was just简简单单, or even有些荒谬,刺进了 his胸口.
Fan Xian松开双掌,不可思议 watching chest suddenly came out a 匕首, and that I can see is behind the裁。
Even on the other side of the the 绝顶刺客，似乎都惊呆了，傻傻地看着范闲胸前的匕首，而没有接下来的动作。
I don't know how long since, the pain was only transmitted to Fan Xian's brain, so he understood he was was very deep stabbing, the life is only交待 in the alley of异世界糊里糊涂地。
不甘啊！还有很多事情没做，还没生孩子，红楼梦还没有抄到七十八回，还没有去内库看叶轻眉做的家什，还没有去神庙偷窥，还没有站在皇宫的大殿上向天下人宣告自己的身份.
The most不甘的 is…… the瞎子，你怎么还没来呢？
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“意外。”
The surprising thing is that to say these two words,范闲临死不忘周星驰前世 of外,还有对面那位剑客，only 范闲 said it extremely不甘, but the other side said it extremely无辜.
The 刺客finally松开了 the hand holding the 匕首. 范闲双腿 one软，就往地上倒了下去。
When 庆国皇帝 the 虎卫 arrived in巷 after千辛万苦赶到小巷时, did not arrive in time for the激斗, just arrived in time to looked at the ordinary looking的人。The loose on 小范大人胸口的那柄匕首.Then 化作一道黑色的影子, directly掠过了巷尾那堵墙。
The only remaining大人物like a醉鬼，直挺挺地摔倒在巷中的土地上。
“快追！”有虎卫 low 声吼道。
“分二，首救人！”
This leads a Tiger卫的头领高达,沉着一张杀气腾腾又阴郁至极的脸，蹲在范闲旁边，看着面前地上这个带着自己出使北齐的年轻官员，心里无比紧张和担心。
I don't know how long since, the有声音在巷子里响了起来。
“死不了。"范闲气喘吁吁靠在高达的怀里，望着胸前的一大片殷红，“插的不够深……不过，快请御医……去府上找我妹妹拿解毒丸子……另外请陛下急召费介回京……小命要紧。”
After finishing the sentence,范闲双眼一闭就昏了过去.Only the昏迷 before also has some blur eyes, looked at one eye, the刺客,逃遁的那堵土墙.The意外 heavy伤后的古怪情形, has let him隐隐猜到了那名可怕刺客的身份.Only the 事儿is too复杂 and the 可怕,的可怕 to the下意识里 himself 宁肯昏迷不醒, but is also not to the this 事情再继续思考下去。