An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

The blood-stained Xiuchun knife lay in front of several people. The carefully polished blade was like a mirror, reflecting the orange-red sunset glow on the horizon. It also clearly reflected the bewildered expression on Baoshu's face.

His hands and feet moved quickly, and he froze in place for a moment, not knowing whether to pick up the knife or not. Glancing at Rong Hai, I found that his eyes were so wide that he was clutching his cassock tightly with both hands, looking equally at a loss.

Seeing that the two of them were still making no move, Zhao chuckled and decided to increase his intensity. He brushed the long hair on the back of Suzaku's head to one side, revealing his snow-white and delicate neck. He pointed at the embroidered spring knife on the ground and provoked: "Come on, pick up the knife and chop her to death to pay for her life!"

After the words fell, Baoshu became even more frightened. What are you trying to do? Just say a few words, go through the process, and give both parties an explanation. How can you still take it seriously?

Before he could react, Zhao bent down to pick up the knife on the ground and said mockingly: "What? You have been eating fast and chanting Buddha for a long time, and you don't even have the strength to bend down?"

"Sorry, I forgot that you can't kill. It's okay. I'll help you to the end!" Zhao smiled brightly and put the knife on Suzaku's neck.

He smiled and said: "Well, you count, and I'll chop it down immediately when you count to three. How about it, is it interesting enough?"

As he spoke, Zhao raised his knife-wielding hand high, as if if you dare to count, I will chop him down.

Baoshu leaned back slightly, feeling dizzy. After so many years of dealing with the government, this was the first time he saw an official who would kill someone with a knife if he disagreed.

Madman, this person in front of you must be madman!

The others were also frightened and speechless. Suzaku's eyes were dull, and he stared at Zhao Jiu with both eyes. A chill came over his body, and an inexplicable thought came to his mind: He wouldn't really chop it down, would he?

"number!"

Zhao's fierce voice echoed in the yard. Baoshu was so frightened that he took a step back and clenched his hands hesitantly. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. His mouth opened and closed, but he did not dare to make any sound.

The rest of the people looked at me and I looked at you. The expressions on their faces were constantly changing. They had various reactions such as surprise, fear, and panic. In the end, they all turned into sympathetic and unbearable eyes, and looked at Suzaku.

Bai Hu swallowed his saliva, gently pulled Zhao Jiu's sleeves a few times, and smoothed things over: "How about... let's forget it here. The people who were killed didn't say anything. We don't need to be so serious... "

Hey, you are really a genius! Zhao suppressed the thought of giving him a slap and said seriously: "No! Kill people to pay for their lives, and debts to pay for their debts! One of our lives is worth dozens of others. We already have an advantage. How can we still be good after getting an advantage?"

He turned to look at Baoshu and Rong Hai, and shouted: "Didn't you hear me asking you to count? Count!"

The two looked at each other, their faces trembling slightly from nervousness. Is it not certain that Suzaku killed him? How could they dare to count? It's just a process, not for the sake of enmity.

Besides, with Zhao's crazy energy, there's no telling how he will get revenge in the future. I'd rather mess with a villain than a lunatic!

Rong Hai spoke angrily and persuaded: "Why is Mr. Zhao doing this? There is no need..."

If he gave up later, he would be too embarrassed to say it openly. There are still people watching, so you have to save some face for yourself.

"No need? This is what you said." Zhao curled his lips disdainfully and said.

He dropped the knife in a waning mood and shook his hand that was a little sore from holding it for a long time. I pinched Suzaku's face, but there was no reaction at all, and he was still sluggish. Zhao had no choice but to pull a chair over and let her sit down and take her time.

The psychological quality is not good!

He turned around and said: "Two masters, what I have done can be regarded as the most benevolent and righteous, right?"

"Master Zhao is indeed impartial and fair." Baoshu sighed and said helplessly.

At this point, he still couldn't understand what Zhao Jiu meant, which was to retreat in order to advance. At this moment, it didn't matter whether Suzaku killed the person or not, what mattered was that they were no longer being reasonable.

In this way, even if they find out that Suzaku killed the person, they can only break their teeth and swallow them, without causing any trouble to Suzaku.

"Haha, do you still want to say this?" Zhao sat down, took a leisurely sip of tea, and said softly.

Then he added, "Don't worry, we did not kill the person."

Baoshu didn't care about the latter sentence. Now that things have happened, even if someone really killed him, what can he do?

Take action? Stop being ridiculous! The two little masters next to me are not fake. Whether they can be killed or not is another matter. Anyway, Kuchan Temple and Lantuo Temple will definitely not exist tomorrow!

He smiled noncommittally and said: "Master Zhao can be honest and honest, which is enough to prove that he has no regrets. Then, it is none of your business."

Zhao was still drinking tea, his expression unchanged. This kind of backhanded sarcasm after being helpless was really laughable.

Just ignore it. You won’t lose a piece of meat, just say as much as you like. Fortunately, the two of them understood what was going on and did not continue talking.

As soon as the courtyard became quiet, there were footsteps. A government servant ran in and said breathlessly: "Master Zhao, someone wants to see you."

Is there anyone else? Zhao put down the teacup, his eyes flickered, and asked: "Whose name is there? Why are you here?"

The yamen servant patted his chest to catch his breath, and just as he was about to speak, a voice called "I" came from outside the door, and then a bright red official robe slowly appeared at the door.

"Eunuch He! Please sit down quickly!" After seeing the face of the visitor, Zhao hurriedly stood up to say hello.

Eunuch He waved his hand and said with a smile: "Master Zhao still remembers our family. Hahaha, I thought Master Zhao had forgotten everything after we parted in Bianzhou."

"How could it be? I remember it clearly!" Zhao shook his head repeatedly, looking at Eunuch He who was dressed neatly in an official robe and hat, and asked in confusion: "Eunuch He, are you on a business trip?"

"Yes." Eunuch He did not hide it and nodded to indicate that he was indeed on a business trip.

He did not walk into the yard, but stood at the door and waved to Zhao. Zhao understood, hurried over, and whispered: "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Eunuch He looked around at everyone, pulled Zhao aside, and lowered his voice, "Master Zhao, the emperor has an oral order to summon Master Zhao to the palace to meet the emperor!"

Summon me to the palace to meet the emperor? Zhao frowned, and kept muttering in his heart, why did he suddenly summon a small Jinyiwei commander to the palace?

Could it be that his identity was leaked? That's not right. Why would I enter the palace if my identity was exposed? Wouldn't I have been killed long ago?

I couldn't think of a reason, so I simply asked: "Eunuch He, the emperor summoned me to the palace, is it..."

Before I could finish my question, Eunuch He interrupted me, "Won't you know everything once you enter the palace? It's a blessing, not a disaster. If it's a disaster, you can't avoid it."

"Lord Zhao, pack up, we'll leave right away!"

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