An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

His voice was slow, his tone was calm, and his tone was calm, as if Lu Wenyu was talking about a trivial matter.

But the speaker is calm, while the listener is frightened.

The threat in his words was almost naked. If you obey and do as you are told, everything will be the same as before. You are still the commander of Jinyiwei, so I can help you solve some small things, even if you kill a few people, it doesn't matter.

As for not doing it, hehe, didn’t you hear Lu Wenyu’s last words? It means the same thing as "If you don't do it, I'll kill you"!

This is no longer a verbal threat, it's like putting a knife to 놇's neck and asking, "Can I do that?"

Can you still say no? All I can say is okay.

Zhao nodded drowsily, still unable to regain his senses until now. The hot tea in my belly turned into cold sweat and dispersed in the wind. When the cold wind blew on my cheeks, I was left pale with no blood at all.

"That's right, why bother? Everything is fine if you're still alive, right?" Lu Wenyu reached out and patted Zhao Jiu on the shoulder, and Gu Jing Wubo's face became a little more relieved.

He smiled and asked, "Do you need help with anything? Speak up and see if I can help you solve it."

Zhao, who was sitting on the soft chair, just shook his head and said nothing.

"I'm going back to the capital tonight. If you need anything, just write to me." Seeing Zhao acting like this, Lu Wenyu knew that there would be nothing to gain from talking anymore, so she simply gave him some time to think about it.

You will always figure it out, but if you really can’t figure it out, just forget about it.

After Zi Guzi stood up, he smiled and joked, "The words should be as nice as possible. Well, it doesn't matter. I'll read it a few more times."

"My handwriting is so ugly?" Zhao turned around and asked with a smile, which was quite a joke.

oh? Lu Wenyu turned his head and looked around. His expression was still the same, but it was much better than before. So he responded, "꿯It's just not easy to understand."

After saying that, he turned around, winked behind him, and walked out with his hands behind his back.

After walking out for just a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around and walked back to Zhao Ju. Holding his wrist, he guided his fingers to the tea cup.

He smiled and said, "Drink it while it's hot. Good tea shouldn't be left cold."

Zhao gradually used his fingers to hold the tea cup and bring it to his mouth. He no longer felt hot, but the warm tea flowed down his throat and into his belly, as if he had drank a touch of warmth, and his dry and exhausted body slowly came to life.

The dull eyes were filled with light again, and at this moment Zhao was completely resurrected from the dead.

"Thank you, Master Wu..."

Although Zhao said it reluctantly, Lu Wenyu still smiled happily and took back the hand he was holding behind his back.

While walking out, he comforted me, "My family, why are you so polite..."

But this sentence sounded more ironic than comforting to Zhao Zhao. I have no choice but to be inferior in skills, so I can only comfort myself: Just be sarcastic if he is sarcastic, it is not a big deal.

Thinking of Zhao, he smiled bitterly and slowly drank the tea in the cup.

I don’t know how long it took, and I don’t know if it was the cold wind or the good tea, but I felt like I was full of energy.

He slowly sat up straight holding on to the chair, and the moment his back touched the back of the chair, he felt a chill coming over him. It seemed that I had been sweating a lot and my back was soaked.

It's a good thing I'm not wearing official uniform, otherwise it wouldn't just be my back that would be wet.

Exhale a breath of turbid air to relieve inner fatigue and tension. As soon as he circulated his true energy and connected the meridians and major points all over his body, he heard a "pop" sound.

The originally gentle and peaceful Qi suddenly started to riot as the voice fell. The true energy that was like a trickle before was now rushing like a raging force.

However, due to the fixed qi in the body, all that is heard is the sound and momentum but not the reality.

Zhao didn't understand anything. This was clearly a sign before a breakthrough, but what he didn't expect was that he would actually break through under such circumstances.

But when the arrow is on the string, it has to be fired. It doesn't matter where this place is, breakthrough is important.

He quickly exchanged six bottles of Tongxuan and placed them all on the table. There is a big difference between entering the second level into the first level and the third level into the second level. Therefore, the previous experience of entering the third level into the second level is also applicable now.

So instead of taking Tongxuan in a hurry, he sat down cross-legged, exhaled and slowly calmed down. Carefully recall the previous process of entering the second level from the third level, distinguish the faults, take the essence and discard the dross.

It wasn't until the previous realization was clear and everything was ready, that I slowly closed my eyes and focused on my mind, not to be affected by the outside world. The true Qi meridians in the body are constantly boiling and rolling, flowing between the large points of the meridians, causing the limbs and bones to feel faintly hot.

So he decisively swallowed a Tongxuan.

As the medicine melts, I seem to be getting closer to the general trend of heaven and earth. The original Qi gradually turned from a trickle to a thick river. Run the exercises to straighten out the true energy in the body, so that it will not be too turbulent or dry up, and it will always be in a peaceful state.

After several rounds of Zhou Tian, ​​the turbulent Qi was calmed down and straightened out. It's time to break through!

Take one Tongxuan 뀑 first. When the medicine 꺆 slowly turns into true energy, take another one. When the second one begins to melt, take the third one immediately.

The long-accumulated true energy is integrated into the body, permeating the major meridians of the limbs and bones. With a steady stream of infuriating energy, one can attack the first-level barriers unscrupulously.

It works hard once and for all, but then it becomes exhausted again and again.

Take Tongxuan 뀑 one by one, and the true energy gradually accumulates. Just like the waves washing over the rocks, each wave is higher than the other and hits the first-level barrier.

"Pop", like the sound of breaking porcelain, resounded in the body.

Due to sufficient preparation, it didn't take much time, and the barrier of the first rank was broken by the majestic Qi, and everything fell into place.

Zhao Jue, with his eyes closed, let out a long breath, and the pores all over his body opened up, unscrupulously feeling the beauty of entering the first level.

At this time, a shadow appeared in front of him, with a decayed body and bloodshot eyes. Zhao Jue was shocked, his soul was shaken, the altar was guarded, and the black fog was filled around him. His inner energy was rioting again.

Zhao Jue was shocked and turned his head away to stop looking at the bloodshot eyes. But soon the eyes appeared in front of him, giggling and staring at Zhao Jue.

New shadows continued to condense behind the shadow, including the rich son of Bianzhou, the burly Hu people, the bald monk, and even the butcher and who Zhao Jue killed first.

Countless shadows overlapped, and countless pairs of bloodshot eyes stared at Zhao Jue, scrambling to pounce on him. Some of them were covered in blood, some had their arms and legs cut off, and some had their stomachs ripped open, but without exception, they all cried out in despair.

"Die, die, die..."

Zhao took a step back, feeling a little scared, but it soon disappeared. Then he gathered his strength, stared at the blood-red eyes with a ferocious face, and the emotions that had been suppressed all night burst out completely.

"You guys are not here to show off without me!"

"You like to pretend when you are alive, and you like to pretend when you are dead, right? Where is my knife?!"

Zhao opened his eyes on the chair, still subconsciously looking around for the knife. He stopped moving his eyes until he saw no blood-red eyes in front of him.

"They are lucky. They want me to find a knife... Humph, I must let them accompany me for a happy night!"

Zhao was a little unsatisfied. The outlet he had finally found was gone, and he felt very uncomfortable, as if ants were crawling all over his body.

Sitting on the chair to calm down his irritable emotions, he looked up at the sky and murmured.

"First grade..."