Everyone was shocked when they saw the envoy of the Rakshasa Kingdom being beaten into a meat pie on the spot.
Ye Xiao, who originally planned to take action, took a dozen deep breaths and finally suppressed his trembling heart.
As a top-level killer in Mount Fahua, he had killed many enemies with cruel means.
But today I felt what horror is.
The envoys of the Rakshasa Kingdom were far more frightened than the Night Owls, and they were unable to stand firm at any one of them.
The city gate.
Several soldiers went up and had no intention of cleaning up the corpses. Instead, they dug a hole on the spot, threw the corpses in, and then filled it up.
Buried like this?
The envoys of the Rakshasa Kingdom were all frightened.
This destruction of corpses and traces was done too openly.
The officials of Honglu Temple welcomed the Rakshasa Kingdom's envoys in again, but they were no longer polite at all.
The crowd began to disperse, and it was obviously no longer lively.
There were no beauties from the Inu Rong Kingdom wearing leaves, and there were no battles for them to watch.
"Why should it be buried directly under the city gate?"
Li Qingxuan looked at Huazhi.
Huazhi explained: "Burying the enemy underneath is also a way to frighten the enemy. This is a tradition left by the previous dynasty."
"Let's go back."
Before Li Qingxuan left, he couldn't help but glance at the night owl hiding in the crowd.
At present, the other party has been targeted by the people from Langya Pavilion.
Li Qingxuan wanted to use him to find out the address of Fahua Mountain and wipe out the assassin organization in one fell swoop. Otherwise, with just one look from Li Qingxuan, the other party would turn into meatloaf, no, minced meat, even more broken than meatloaf.
"What are you looking at?"
Huazhi looked at Li Qingxuan: "Did you see a beautiful girl?"
"Besides you, no girl can catch my eye."
Li Qingxuan has reached the point of mastery in talking about love without thinking at all.
"Hmph, you're glib." Hua Zhi curled her lips: "What you said is actually true."
…
In a restaurant in the capital, Ye Xiao was reporting to his boss.
"That King You is nothing special, but the masters under him are very powerful, and I am no match for him."
"I can create chaos and find ways to distract the masters around him. You just need to make sure you can kill Li Qingxuan." The middle-aged man said.
Night Owl quietly left.
And underneath the restaurant, there was a little beggar with a dirty face and a sneer on his lips.
Is the big fish behind the scenes finally coming to the surface?
After Night Owl left, the middle-aged man stroked his goatee.
Night Owl is a Tianzi-level assassin from Fahua Mountain and one of the best assassins.
His judgment of the enemy was always accurate. Since he said that King You was nothing to worry about, that must be the case.
As long as he completes his mission of assassinating King You, the entire Great Xia will be shaken.
Fahua Mountain will once again become Daxia's nightmare.
After thinking about it, he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and wrote: "There is only one step left before the mission is completed. Please rest assured, Master of the Mountain, King You will die within ten days."
Finished writing. Put it into a small bamboo bucket tied to the pigeon's leg, and then throw it out gently.
"The palace actually wants to side with King You. What a bunch of stupid guys. Their favorite King You quickly turned into a corpse."
The moment the carrier pigeon flew out, there was a figure in the dark quietly chasing the carrier pigeon away.
…
morning.
Li Qingxuan opened his hazy sleepy eyes and got up from the bed.
People who practice martial arts usually get up very early.
Practice three days in the summer and three nines in the winter.
But Li Qingxuan has to have the sun shine on his butt every day before he gets up.
But today he had to get up early.
Envoys from the South Vietnamese countries have come to Beijing one after another. It is a bit unreasonable for him, the minister of Honglu Temple, to not show up again.
Huazhi brought Li Qingxuan's official uniform. Because she felt that the official uniform was not very well made, she personally helped Li Qingxuan make some changes.
Li Qingxuan looked at the somewhat awkward clothes with a slightly weird expression.
"Does it look good? I changed it myself."
Huazhi said.
Li Qingxuan nodded silently.
Looking down at the sleeves, one long and one short.
This should be the most fashionable clothes in Daxia.
Dear wife, if you have the time to change your clothes, we can definitely do more push-ups.
"Is there any problem?" Huazhi looked at Li Qingxuan.
"I was thinking, I am so touched by the clothes you personally sewed for me. I can't wait to wear them all year round."
Li Qingxuan said without blinking.
"Then it looks like I'm going to make a few more so you can change and wear them."
Huazhi thought for a moment and said.
Am I shooting myself in the foot?
Li Qingxuan felt a little bitter.
Do women in love have lower IQs? Even the basic aesthetics are gone?
"It's better to say goodbye, I'm afraid I'll tire you out."
"It's okay. In fact, you are more tired." Hua Zhi said with a red face.
"Then I'll go to work."
Li Qingxuan and Huazhi set out together.
Huazhi went to the palace, and he went to Honglu Temple.
After going out, he saw Ye Cangqiong already waiting at the entrance of the alley.
Ye Cangqiong had already appeared in front of the city gate yesterday, so Li Qingxuan simply took him with him.
Since his wife is letting herself show off in front of envoys from various countries, there must be a thug by her side to scare those people.
Otherwise, if anything happens, let yourself, the Minister of Honglu Temple, take action personally.
And those people from Honglu Temple really can't be pointed out.
Although the previous military commander was quite courageous, his strength was still a little too low, he was only at level six.
But think about it, it's not like Li Qingxuan's surroundings are all masters of the 10th, 9th and 8th grades.
The commander of the Forbidden Army, Long Qingfeng, and others are only at the peak of the eighth grade, and the ninth grade is pitiful.
It is already very good for a yamen in Honglu Temple to be equipped with military officers of sixth grade or above.
He led Ye Cangqiong all the way to Honglu Temple without any other guards.
However, Ye Cangqiong was really too big, and when people around him saw him, they stayed away.
Li Qingxuan noticed that Ye Cangqiong had a knife on his waist today.
Also, Fang Tian's painted halberd is too heavy to carry, so he must always have a handy weapon on hand.
Noticing Li Qingxuan's gaze, Ye Cangqiong grinned.
"Since I serve as a guard for King Shura, I naturally have to look like a guard. People say that I carry a knife as a guard, so I also got a knife."
As he said that, he pulled out the knife with a slight scratch, which frightened several vendors nearby and immediately hid behind the stall, not even daring to show their heads.
"It's just that the quality of this knife is not very good. It broke when I broke it."
Saying that, Ye Cangqiong demonstrated, and with a bang, the knife was indeed broken into two pieces.
Ye Cangqiong simply threw the broken tip of the knife on the ground and inserted it back into the scabbard.
It doesn't look like a broken knife from the outside.
Li Qingxuan was drunk watching from the side.
This miserable knife will offend anyone!