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Stepping out of the small street with difficulty, Zhao Kuangyin's whole body was covered with blood, and the long stick in his hand supported his body from falling. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 He turned his head to look again at the dark and terrible side street, which was silent, as if none of this had happened, except for the horses that had fallen on the street and their blood was still flowing, telling them of what had happened here. The Assassins had long since retreated, but the houses on both sides of the street were still silent, without any human figures.

Gritting his teeth, he flicked the arrow that had been shot in his back, and a tearing pain came from his back that made him tremble. His back was already covered with blood, blending with the sweat on his vest, and the placket of his shirt was tightly attached to his back.

Although they were all flesh and skin pains, these pains gave him some physical discomfort, and the true qi in his body was already running away because of the wild running. At the end of the street was a wide avenue, and a babbling stream flowed on one side of the avenue, and beside the brook were rows of fir trees dancing at the sight, and there were not many pedestrians on the side of this brook, only a few people.

Feeling that the danger had passed, Zhao Kuangyin's whole body was relaxed, and he sat down on the stone under the root of a fir tree in a dejected manner, completely ignoring the blood stains on his body. The dragon stick was placed at his feet, within reach, he turned his head to look around, for this familiar avenue and street, he felt that no matter how familiar the place was, if he was not careful, he would kill himself.

A lot of doubts rose in his heart, and he couldn't understand why those Khitans would calculate so accurately that he would pass through that small street, and the time was not wrong at all. A hint of fear rose in his heart, and an unbelievable thought flashed in his mind, if it weren't for the spy in the Zhao Mansion, the Khitans would never have found out his whereabouts.

Now is not the time to think about these problems, he must report the matter to Chai Rong as soon as possible, the Khitans have already made a big war in the imperial capital at all costs. And the goal of the Khitans is very obvious, that is, they want to make the imperial capital up, the more chaotic the better, and even do not hesitate to assassinate him, the general of the Great Zhou. Thinking of the shadow that had crept into the house, this man must have been a brilliant killer, and a killer with blood on his hands. This kind of assassination method is exactly the same as the assassins of the Assassin Alliance, and who hired the killers of the Assassin Alliance, he vaguely feels that the assassins of the Assassin Heaven Alliance are not in the same group as those Khitan assassins. Although they have a cooperative relationship, the Phantom of the Hair Dao obviously does not care about the life or death of the Khitan assassin who was killed by his own punch.

After sorting out his thoughts, Zhao Kuangyin looked around, there is still some distance from the palace, and it will take more than an hour if he uses all his strength to catch up. But although his injury is not serious now, it is not light, and relying on his foot strength to perform light skills will inevitably deplete his remaining true yuan, and it is best to find a horse, so that he can not only get to the palace without consuming the true yuan, but also get to the palace faster.

Although the Zhao family has some business in this imperial capital, the Zhao family's horse shop is farther away from here, and there are no horse shops or carriage shops nearby. I was secretly anxious in my heart, and I saw that the sky was beginning to darken, and now I could clearly see a blood-colored glowing cloud rising from the western corner. At this moment, it is already close to dusk, if he has not arrived at the palace before dark, then as soon as the gate of the palace is closed, even if he is the commander of the forbidden army in the imperial capital, he will not be able to let the forbidden army guarding the city gate open the city gate, of course, he will miss the opportunity to meet Chai Rong today.

The gates of the palace are bound to be closed when dark, except in exceptional circumstances, such as the 800-mile rush report, or the border gates are invaded by foreign invaders, and other important events related to the survival of the country. This is Zu Xun, not one or two people can change it, let alone him, Zhao Kuangyin.

He dragged his tired body forward, for he saw a child of about ten years old leading a horse towards him. That horse is not a good horse, it can be said to be an inferior thin horse, but the horse's limbs still look relatively strong, but these are not a problem for Zhao Kuangyin. As long as it is a horse, it doesn't matter if it's a steed or an inferior horse, it's a good horse that can carry him to the palace.

"This little brother, this horse can't be sold." Zhao Kuangyin asked the little boy who was leading the horse, a boy about ten years old, dressed in a bright jacket like new, and wearing a pair of brand-new cotton shoes. A pair of big black eyes embedded in a pink and red puffy face, and the little boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked like a tiger's head, which made people unable to raise any vigilance.

Zhao Kuangyin couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart, he didn't expect that he had experienced an assassination and became suspicious, this boy about ten years old was obviously a child of a certain family in the imperial capital, and this horse was obviously secretly led out by the boy himself. The boy's dress and breath can be seen that the family must be extraordinary, and such a boy with an extraordinary family background does not have any household servants by his side.

"Why can I sell horses, if I don't sell them, my father will scold me if he finds out, my father is fierce." The boy saw that Zhao Kuangyin, who was covered in blood, didn't have any fear, and made a childish voice with a pair of flashing tiger eyes. But because of Zhao Kuangyin's inquiry, he stopped, and the horse, which was much taller than him, sneezed impatiently, and seemed to be very reluctant to be led by such a little child.

"I'm going to do something very important, you can sell me this horse for a few taels of silver." Zhao Kuangyin saw the innocent look in the boy's eyes, and he couldn't help but dispel the idea of forcibly taking the horse. He wasn't a bully, and he was such a lovely boy.

"My father said that my family has silver taels, so this horse is not for sale." The boy said in a resolute tone, and his tone seemed to be non-negotiable. And from his words, it can be heard that this boy's family background is not an ordinary wealthy family. Although the Great Zhou Dynasty is strong, it is not the richest country to say that wealth is not the richest country, and the family in the imperial capital is generally not as good as educating the younger generations, unless the family is really rich and rivals the country or is a relative of the emperor.

"Okay, who is your father, just say that Zhao Kuangyin bought your horse, your father will definitely not scold you, and will praise you. Let's make a bet, if you buy this horse to me, if your father scolds you, you can go to Shouchangfang Zhao Mansion to find me. I really have a hurry to buy your horse, and then you can tell your father that Zhao Kuangyin of Shouchangfang bought your horse. Zhao Kuangyin put down his temperament and said to the boy in a kind voice.

"You are Zhao Kuangyin of the Zhao Mansion, why haven't I heard of it, I heard that the Zhao family has a good man named Zhao Kuangyin, and he is strong in martial arts. And legend has it that this person has three heads and six arms, and has the courage to be unstoppable. But what about you, in addition to being stronger, where is the Zhao Kuangyin of the Zhao family. When the boy heard Zhao Kuangyin's words, he suddenly showed a bit of joy in his eyes. But he raised his head in disbelief to show the child's innocence vividly, and his slightly upturned mouth made people smile in their hearts.

"Little brother, I really have something urgent, I am Zhao Kuangyin. How do you want to prove it? Zhao Kuangyin suppressed the secret laughter in his heart, and he still asked the boy. In his eyes, it was just a ten-year-old boy, giving him a clean and innocent feeling, and there was no true qi fluctuation in this boy's body, just an ordinary young master of a family. So he explained to the boy unguardedly, and he completely ignored the sharp pain coming from his body, and was bent on getting the horse that the boy was leading.

"You say that you are Zhao Kuangyin is Zhao Kuangyin, as long as you can beat me, you can prove that you are Kuangyin, how." The boy's dark eyes rolled and said loudly to Zhao Kuangyin. He was like a general returning triumphantly from the battlefield, but at a young age, he had an old-fashioned expression, which almost amused Zhao Kuangyin.

"Okay, what are we going to compare, if you lose, don't cheat, you must sell this horse to me, how about it." Zhao Kuangyin forcibly held back the smile that came up, and he said to the boy seriously. He grew up fighting, and the little guy in front of him really had the shadow of his childhood, and he couldn't help but feel a little good for this boy.

"As long as you can take my secret weapon." The boy took out an object from his arms and said to Zhao Kuangyin.

And Zhao Kuangyin's heart froze, and he looked at the object in the boy's hand, which was an iron object that did not look like a hidden weapon. An iron pipe less than three inches thinner than the tail finger, and the boy's right hand side held the handle of the object, and there was a large hole above the handle that could be extended into the index finger, and there was a mechanism in the big hole, and there was no danger from the object that the hidden weapon was not like the hidden weapon and the mechanism was not like the mechanism.

Rao Shi Zhao Kuangyin has seen a lot of things, but this is the first time he has seen these things, but he doesn't know what this thing is at all, but the boy said that it is a secret weapon. But the hidden weapon also has to be activated by its own cultivation internal force, and there are not too many mechanisms on the iron thing, and there is no weird smell in it, and there is obviously no poison or anything like that. He didn't feel any danger on the object, so he was relieved.

"Alright, you can launch your hidden weapon. If I take it, you will sell me the horse, and the man will speak with all his word, and he will not regret it. As soon as Zhao Kuangyin's words fell, he took a few steps back, looking like he was facing a great enemy. It's not that he's really like a great enemy, but he wants to give the boy a good encouragement.

The boy slowly raised the iron piece in his hand, as if aimed at him, and his index finger reached into the small mechanism in the handle of the iron piece, as if it were for the index finger. The boy closed one eye, and the other eye opened wide, and his strange appearance almost amused Zhao Kuangyin.

However, just when Zhao Kuangyin couldn't help laughing wildly in his heart, a fatal crisis that he had never felt before suddenly surged into his heart, and he saw the innocent boy show a strange smile. His heart trembled, and he subconsciously raised the dragon stick in his hand to block his chest.

A deafening thud reached his ears, and he felt a dragon burst out of the little iron tube in the boy's hand and shoot towards his chest. The loud bang shook his ears unconscious, and his brain went blank.

"Bell", after the bang, followed by a metal collision sound, Zhao Kuangyin only felt a powerful impact on his right arm, which shook his right arm numb without any sense. Before he could make any movements, there was a pain in his chest like a needle, and the consciousness in his mind slowly blurred at this moment.

Opening his eyes slightly, the boy's face froze in his mind with an evil smile on his face, the last image he saw before he lost consciousness. Immediately, Zhao Kuangyin lost consciousness, but he still held the long stick tightly in his hand.