I saw Hei Mazi carefully looking at the two pieces of paper, and the first piece of paper read: "The descendants of the eight major families are Murong Zhuo, Zhang Genfa, Wang Zhan, Zhao Li, Li Yun, Bai Lifeng, and two others have lost contact. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The other piece of paper is a topographic map of the dragon, phoenix and jade pendants, Murong Zhuo really didn't deceive the big brothers, only by finding the other two, could he open the door where the treasures were hidden. ”

Hei Mazi unfolded the second piece of paper again, and saw that the pen gesture on it was powerful and the route was clear.

Hei Mazi smiled with satisfaction and said, "This business is a bit interesting, this is the most interesting business that Lao Tzu has done in his life......"

Suddenly, I saw that the other men in black vomited blood from the corners of their mouths, their bodies shook, and they had fallen to the ground, and their hands had turned purple. Hei Mazi reacted immediately, a fierce light shot out of his eyes, and he glared at Nangong Yi, who was tied to the column, and was about to walk over. Suddenly, Hei Mazi's heart surged, his hands and feet were numb, he suddenly turned dark purple, his eyes were dark, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

At this time, a gray figure broke out of the tile and landed in front of Nangong Yi. As soon as he saw this person, Nangong Yi had a smile in his eyes, it was Murong Zhuo.

Murong Zhuo hurriedly untied the rope for Nangong Yi, loosened the bundle, and opened the acupoint. Nangong stood up, threw himself into Murong Zhuo's arms, and called: "Brother Zhuo, I knew that you would definitely come to save me, I knew that Brother Zhuo would definitely come to save me......"

Nangong Yi had already cried silently, and her words did not reach her meaning. Murong Zhuo stroked Nangong Yi's jet-black hair lovingly, and said gently: "Yiyi, it's all my fault, I shouldn't let you go alone......"

At this time, the sound of messy footsteps came, it was Ah Mo, Ah Chong, Xiao He and other people.

"Miss ......" Xiaohe, who was still at the gate of the broken temple, screamed when he saw Nangong Yi, and threw himself into the broken temple. snatched Nangong Yi from Murong Zhuo's arms, hugged him tightly, and screamed with joy.

"Xiaohe, I thought I would never see you again, and it was great to hear you chattering non-stop. As she spoke, Nangong Yi's tears flowed down again.

Murong Zhuo walked towards the group of black-clothed people who were rolling in pain on the ground and wailing loudly, and Ah Mo and the others also surrounded them.

Murong Zhuo asked in a solemn voice, "Say, who sent you?" Say it, and I will give you the antidote. ”

"I don't know...... Please, give us an antidote......" The skeleton weakly spat out a few words.

"I know. Hei Mazi propped himself up and said intermittently: "He is Wu ......"

Suddenly, with a "boom", it pierced the sky, and a shining dagger caught the cold wind, broke through the air, and inserted it directly into the back of the heart of the black pockmark. Impartial, straight shot, Hei Mazi snorted, widened his eyes, fell to the ground, and died forever.

"Chase!" Ah Mo turned around and chased after Ah Chong and the others, but the surroundings were dim, the cold wind was howling, and there was no shadow of others.

Ah Mo, Ah Chong returned to the broken temple, and saw Murong Zhuo helping Nangong Yizheng to walk out.

At this time, Steward Wu hurried over, and when he saw Murong Zhuo and the others, he bowed down and said: "Palace master, I finally found you, the old slave is really damned, he is old, he is useless, his eyes are not good, he has found the wrong direction, he is late, and he asks the palace master to forgive him." ”

Murong Zhuo said: "Uncle Wu, it doesn't matter, Yiyi is safe and sound, we can all rest assured." ”

Ah Chong asked, "Palace Master, how to deal with these people?"

Murong Zhuo said: "What is smeared on the silver ticket and paper is not poison, but just some 'cone to pain' powder, once it is stained, it is like the pain of the cone, the meridians are like tens of millions of ants biting, there is no antidote to the pain will definitely hurt for seven days and seven nights, some people can't stand the pain and commit suicide." When they robbed Yiyi, they should teach them some lessons, and if they still don't change their ways, they will not be spared. Ah Chong, tear up the two pieces of paper, and leave the silver ticket to them. ”

Ah Chong replied, "Yes, Palace Master." ”

Murong Zhuo, Nangong Yi and the others came out of the broken temple, and Ah Chong was about to pick up the two pieces of paper with his bare hands. At this time, Steward Wu spoke out to stop him: "Ah Chong, you forgot that this paper can be coated with a layer of cone-heart-to-pain powder, you are bare-handed, and let me come." ”

Ah Chong retracted his hand, clenched his fists and said, "Thank you Steward Wu for reminding me, Ah Chong almost ...... Hey, when the time comes, it's really troublesome. ”

I saw that Steward Wu took out a pair of gloves from his arms, put them on, squatted down, picked up two pieces of paper, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the contents of the paper. He was so serious, so careful.

Ah Chong walked over, obviously in a hurry. Steward Wu also woke up suddenly, and tore the two pieces of paper in a few clicks.

When he was about to leave the ruined temple, Steward Wu took a deep look at the black pockmarks on the ground and the shredded paper on that place, revealing a complicated strangeness in his eyes.

Not long after, Murong Zhuo and his party got into the carriage again, and in order to prevent Hei Mazi and others from chasing after him, Murong Zhuo decided to take the road instead.

The group walked for about an hour and stopped in front of an inn. Everyone ate something casually, and then went back to their rooms.

In the east wing, Murong Zhuo still didn't say a word and sat at the table. Nangong Yi walked over, her eyes full of worry.

Murong Zhuo stretched out his right arm and hugged Nangong Yi into his arms and hugged him tightly.

Nangong Yi asked, "Brother Zhuo, what are you worried about?"

Murong Zhuo raised a faint smile and said, "I'm worried, so many things have happened halfway, and when I return to Xiangyang Pavilion, I don't know how to explain to your father and mother, I'm afraid that my father-in-law and mother-in-law will blame me for not taking good care of you." ”

Nangong Yi unconsciously snuggled up to her husband a little closer, and when she came out of the broken temple, Murong Zhuo had been silent, Nangong Yi knew that he must not be worried about explaining to his father-in-law and mother-in-law. What was he worried about?

Murong Zhuo didn't say it to himself, Nangong Yi understood that he naturally didn't want her to worry about it. He once said that with him, she can rest assured. It was his promise to her, and it was a vow of love.

Nangong was worried about her husband from the bottom of her heart, and couldn't help but blurt out: "Brother Zhuo, do you know who sent Hei Mazi?"

Murong Zhuo smiled again, and wrote lightly: "Everyone in the rivers and lakes covets the dragon and phoenix jade pendant, this group of black-clothed people lacks IQ and acts impulsively, they are some unfashionable thieves at first glance, why do we need to worry about who sent them?"

Hearing this, Nangong put down a lot of stones in his heart, raised his head and asked, "Is this really the case?"

Looking at his wife's innocent black and tender phoenix eyes, Murong Zhuo couldn't help but lower his head, dropped a kiss on her red cheek, and said softly: "Of course, when did I lie to you." Go to bed early, I'll have to go on my way tomorrow. ”

Nangong Yi blushed and got into her husband's arms, and after a while, a soft snoring sound came.

The lights flickered, reflecting Murong Zhuo's deep eyes even deeper, and the scene of Hei Mazi's dying appeared in front of him, and he was about to say who sent it, when a dagger made him shut his mouth forever.

Murong Zhuo, who lives in seclusion in the Yanmiao Palace, is rarely known by the people of the rivers and lakes. He and his entourage went to the Appreciation Yang Pavilion, and few people knew about it. There are many paths to choose from, and Murong Zhuo took the smoothest road, and few people know it.

"Who instructed Hei Mazi to kidnap Yiyi, and how could this person know so much about our whereabouts?

Is it a passer-by who robbed me? No, how could a passer-by know that I am a descendant of the Eight Great Families.

Is it the work of someone familiar?"

The night was deep, the cold wind was blowing, and at this time, Nangong in his sleep shivered unconsciously. Murong Zhuo's sleeves were swept away, the wind was so bad that the lights went out, and the night was thick. (To be continued.) )