The Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 47: There will be no bitter rain next year (1)

Wang Mu stood at the door of the prefect's mansion and looked proudly at the man on the horse's back in front of him.

The long hair was tied up, and the back was scattered and down, and his face was as handsome as a knife and axe.

Although he was wearing clothes and could not see the rumored blood-colored red dragon tattoo, Wang Mu still knew very well that the leader of Wancheng's ranger and the controller of underground order Liu Yan.

The face that arrived a little slower and appeared beside Liu Yan was even more familiar to Wang Mu, and the face he had seen in a restaurant in Chang'an three years ago.

Wang Mu stretched out his hand, lifted Zhang Fang's head's hair on the table in front of him, and threw it forward. The head passed an arc in the air, rolled on the ground, and landed in front of Liu Xiu, Liu Yan and the others.

Liu Yan's heart suddenly jumped, and his pupils had already contracted.

Is that head level...Ren Guang?

"This... is the one you are going to kill tonight. No need to spend more time, I have already killed you for you. But..."

Wang Mu paused and smiled at Liu Yan and Liu Xiu and the others: "But you don't need to thank me. Because I have decided to kill him."

Liu Yan turned over and dismounted, squatted down, and carefully picked up the head on the ground.

The head that had lost his life was full of horror on his face, and his eyes were staring out of his eyes. Fortunately, that was not Ren Guang.

But - Zhang Fang! The prefect of Wancheng whom they were originally going to kill!

"Who are you? Why did you kill Zhang Fang?"

Since he knew that it was Zhang Fang who died, Liu Yan's concerns were slightly less. He stood up, threw away Zhang Fang's head in his hand, and looked at the man in front of him and asked coldly.

Liu Xiu, who was standing by, just followed his brother to the door of the prefect's mansion, was in extreme shock.

Standing in front of the government office was the man who was with the old man in the Chang'an tavern three years ago and was holding the rituals of his disciples.

Although he was a little older and had short moustaches on his upper lip, his appearance was always kept in mind by Liu Xiu.

So... where is the man in black who appeared in the market later?

Liu Xiu's heart began to pound.

"I killed Zhang Fang because he was a waste. Over the years, I actually let the Liu clan in Nanyang be promoted for the sake of bribery of those mere property."

A look of incomparable pride suddenly appeared on Wang Mu's face: "As for... me? I am the disciple of the greatest man in the world, Wang Mu!"

"The greatest person?" Liu Yan sneered: "I don't remember having a disciple like you."

Wang Mu smiled indifferently, not caring about Liu Yan's mockery: "Compared to him, you are not worthy of mentioning the word greatness. Because you... are about to become a sacrifice to the new world under his arrangement!"

A black figure appeared little by little from the shadow beside Wang Mu and appeared in Liu Xiu's sight. He seemed to have always existed there, but before he appeared, he seemed to be unable to see it.

"Han Zhuo, thank you for your hard work next."

Wang Mu treated the man in black with great respect, but he stroked his chest with one hand and then took a step back.

Liu Xiu was already stunned. His heart began to beat wildly, and he returned to the moment when he was at the market outside Chang'an three years ago.

He couldn't remember his appearance, and even... he had never seen it clearly. But the chill and murderous aura emitted by this man named Han Zhuo was something that Liu Xiu would never forget in his life.

He was the man from three years ago, the man who almost killed himself and drew his sword as fast as lightning!

Liu Xiu tightly squeezed the reins in his hand, and his chest began to fluctuate violently.

"A Xiu, is this guy who bullied you before?"

Liu Yan's cold snorted interrupted the fear in Liu Xiu's heart.

"It doesn't seem to be very strong either."

Liu Yan jumped off the horse, still holding the long sword trapped in his hand, and looked coldly at the man in black named Han Zhuo in front of him.

"I heard from my brother, do you want to kill him?"

Han Zhuo put his hand on the hilt of his waist, his face stiff as cold frost, and he just nodded slightly without saying a word.

"Anyone who wants to kill Ah Xiu will die."

Two cold lights suddenly burst out from Liu Yan's eyes, and his legs kicked on the ground, rushing towards Han Zhuo like lightning.

At the same time, Han Zhuo flashed like a ghost, drew a black shadow, blocking Wang Mu's face and facing Liu Yan.

Liu Yan's long sword was thrown out from his waist and slashed towards Han Zhuo with all his strength.

Since Liu Yan heard of this assassin who almost killed him from his younger brother, Liu Yan has decided to kill this man with his own hands.

Liu Yan's sword was as fast as thunder. However, at the moment he took action, he suddenly felt something was wrong in his heart.

Liu Yan was completely unsure of what was wrong. This knife was a perfect knife, whether it was power, speed, angle, or direction. The man named Han Zhuo in front was ready to block or dodge.

However, his instinct, which had been through many battles, gave him a keen sense of smell. Just as he swung the knife, Liu Yan suddenly felt goose bumps on his skin, tingling like dense needles.

It was a murderous aura that was as strong as the substance, wrapping him up in it.

It seemed like a voice was telling him that after the sword was swung, he would... die.

In the flash of lightning, Liu Yan didn't bother to think about it, twisted his waist hard, pulled the knife back, and strangely leaned back in a forward stance.

Just as Liu Yan was leaning back, a cold wind suddenly pierced in a sudden posture and passed by Liu Yan. The cold sword body almost wiped against Liu Yan's nose.

Liu Yan's spine felt numb, and the long sword in his hand flirted upwards, but the ending was still another flash of air. The speed of the long sword retracting seemed to be faster than when it stabbed out.

Liu Yan bounced his legs and jumped out quickly backwards. At the same time, the long sword suddenly swept out half a circle in front of him, protecting him.

When he stood firm, he realized that Han Zhuo in front of him did not pursue him anymore, but just stood there, lowering his head to look at the sword edge hanging from his hand.
Chapter completed!