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Chapter two hundred and eighty third old spicy as Lu eighteen

The sound of killings subsided, houses collapsed, and the courtyard was in a mess.

Footprints on the ground were messy, blood spattered everywhere, and dozens of broken knives and guns were scattered.

A man and a woman lay lying in a pool of blood, holding their hands tightly, having stopped breathing, and their faces were unexpectedly calm.

The other dead and injured were all moved away. The Qiao Family Nursing Home tightly sealed off the scene of the killing and did not allow unrelated people to approach or pry into it.

In the thick darkness, I suddenly heard the sound of wheels and the sound of hooves, as dozens of people escorted a carriage approaching. The carriage stopped, the curtain was lifted, and Fan Yundou, who had survived the catastrophe, got out of the carriage, with a thick coat wrapped around his shoulders.

There was a bandage on the wound, and there was faint red blood on the wound. His face was pale, his lips were pursed tightly, his eyes were cold and angry, and his whole person had a formidable aura of hostility.

He just walked around the gate of hell, how could he not be angry? How could he not be angry?

The leader of the nursing home who led the team came closer and deliberately showed off the blood stains on his body. While wiping the sweat from his forehead, he cried out: "Boss Fan, what kind of enemy have you provoked? These two assassins rushed to kill each other and exhausted us.

Five brothers were killed in the battle. We really didn’t dare to stop, we could only greet death, and there was no way we could survive.”

Fan Yundou patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, Yu Tou and all the brothers. You sacrificed your lives to kill the assassins and ensure the safety of one party. It is a great achievement!"

The head of the nursing home smiled and said: "This is what we should do, how dare we take credit? If Boss Fan is willing to say a few kind words in front of you, I will be very grateful."

Fan Yundou said: "I understand, everyone should carry the sedan chair!"

He waved slightly and asked his entourage to unload three heavy wooden boxes. He said with a smile: "We don't need to talk about it when we meet outsiders. There is a small gift here, please share it with the brothers!"

The head of the nursing home couldn't wait to open the lock and lift the lid of the box. Silver light shone before his eyes. The box was filled with ingots of snowflake silver. He greedily grabbed a handful of silver, stretched out his tongue and licked it, smiling with satisfaction.

He said: "Thank you very much, Boss Fan. I wish Boss Fan great wealth and peace every year!" He immediately summoned all the nurses, picked up the wooden box and left happily, looking for another person to punish him without mentioning the money.

Fan Yundou walked into the small courtyard that was full of blood. The broken tiles under his feet creaked. Looking at the two cold corpses, a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips: "You want to kill me? No way!"

My mind couldn't help but think of the panic and panic when I was assassinated, and the severe pain and despair when I was stabbed by the flying sword. I was so angry that I bent down and picked up a broken knife. Click, click and slashed hard, tearing the two people tightly.

He cut off his palm and laughed proudly.

At this time, the cold wind suddenly blew, and a man in red clothes, about fifty years old, fell from the sky. He looked at the crazy-looking Fan Yundou, frowned and said: "Destroying human remains is unethical. Brother Fan, what are you doing?

Life-saving."

Fan Yundou threw away the blood-stained broken knife with a clang, looked at the opponent sideways, and sneered: "It's harmful to God? Do you still believe that the sky has eyes? Master Lu, I have seven shares and you have three shares in Xinglongkui. How can you handle this blood-stained silver?"

Take it no less!”

The visitor is surprisingly the owner of Qijue Villa, Lu Shiba!

I saw that he was tall and tall, with a dignified appearance, a wide mouth and thick eyebrows, and a neatly trimmed short beard under his chin. His gaze was as bright as lightning, which naturally revealed the majesty of a superior. According to Fan Yundou, Xinglong Kui was actually a partnership between the two.

No wonder the business is so rampant in Tengzhou.

Lu Shiba said calmly: "I rushed to the city as soon as I heard that you were assassinated. Fortunately, you escaped with your life. I always feel that this matter is quite strange, because the assassin chose the wrong time at all. For safety reasons,

How about putting this transaction on hold for a while?"

Fan Yun shouted like a wild cat with explosive fur: "No! Impossible! I have hoarded 50,000 arrowheads in my hand, why don't you just do it if you don't want to do it? If these goods are smashed into your hands, they are worthless!"

Lu Shiba said: "Can't you just take it a little longer?"

Fan Yundou shook his head and said: "The prairie tribe values ​​their promises the most. If I break my promise once and delay the delivery date, I will never do business with them again in the future. Besides, I received the deposit from the other party early. Due to circumstances and reasons, I must complete this.

A deal."

Lu Shiba thought for a while and said: "Otherwise you leave Tengzhou secretly immediately. I will send Lu Da and Lu Er to protect you until the transaction is completed."

Fan Yundou said helplessly: "That's fine, let's take it one step at a time!" An unknown anger arose in his heart, and he kicked the male corpse hatefully, his eyes suddenly condensed, and he lost his voice: "No! We killed the wrong person! This person was not

The assassin who broke into Qiao's mansion!"

Lu Shiba was so sophisticated that he immediately smelled the unusual smell in it and said slowly: "Are you sure there is another assassin?"

Fan Yundou shuddered unconsciously and gritted his teeth and said: "Yes. That kid is not dead!" Although the assassination was like lightning and flint for a short moment, and the other party covered his face, he especially remembered that the assassin was tall, strong, and fierce.

Liger. The man lying on the ground was only of average height, half a head shorter than the assassin.

The Qiao family's nursing staff couldn't tell the difference between the two, and mistakenly thought that all the assassins were dead and everything was fine.

Damn it! Hateful!

Lu Shiba was thinking about lightning. Two people went into the house to assassinate, and one person was outside to help. This was obviously a premeditated and organized action. But after the operation failed, two of them even risked their lives to protect their companions from fighting! Ordinary killers

Organizations or small sects don't have such a brave style. Is Fan Yundou being targeted by some giant?

He was well aware of the seriousness of the matter, and regardless of the corpse being soaked in blood, he personally searched and inspected, carefully observing the calluses on their fingers, palms, shoulders, legs, feet and other parts, and finally found a small

white jade plaque.

Lu Shiba turned sideways, blocking Fan Yundou's sight, quickly glanced at the jade plaque in his palm, was shocked in his heart, and hid it quietly.

The jade plaque is more than three inches long and two fingers wide. It is white in color and translucent in color, moist and bright. The front is engraved with complex and simple patterns, and the back is engraved with a falcon spreading its wings. The carvings are very new, and it should be a recently completed work.

In addition, there are neither any words nor any gang symbols on the jade plaque.

If an ignorant person gets it, they will never be able to guess the secret inside.

But Lu Shiba happened to know that what was engraved on the front of this jade medal was the dragon pattern exclusive to the royal family!

The dragon soars in the sky, lurks in the abyss, calls for wind and rain, soars into the clouds and rides the mist. It is mysterious and noble, and towers over all living beings. The emperors of China are all proud of and respect the dragon, and call themselves the "True Dragon Emperor". Only the royal family in the world can wear clothes on their clothes.

, use dragon patterns on ceremonial guards, utensils or ornaments. Anyone else who dares to use it without permission will be regarded as treason and punished.

In particular, this jade plaque is not an antique, but has just been carved.

So is there any need to say the identity of the deceased? He must be a deceased soldier raised by the Zhao royal family!

The emperor's eagle dog was killed in Tengzhou. How could this matter be resolved? Zhao Kuangyin was decisive in killing and iron-blooded, how could he swallow his anger? Either he would not move, or his movement would sweep away like thunder, eradicating all those involved in this matter.

Now it is clear that Fan Yundou's reselling of iron arrows has been exposed, and he has been targeted by royal spies. Sooner or later, the game will be over.

However, Qijue Villa was too deeply involved with Xinglongkui, and it was too late to separate the relationship at this time. Facing the swords, guns and crossbows of the Song Dynasty Forbidden Army, Qijue Villa had no power to resist.

A terrible storm is about to come, with rivers of blood flowing and heads rolling to the ground. Instead of waiting for the whole family to be executed, the Lu family might as well strike first and turn everything upside down.
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