"Which brother is it?"

Although Han Cheng relaxed, he still maintained basic vigilance.

The visitor thought about it and said, "Zhulong."

Han Cheng showed a shocked look.

The upper and lower levels of the Holy Association are very strict, and those who can directly spit out the word "Zhulong" are definitely the elites in the Holy Association.

However, he also needed to make a normal cut between the sacred meetings, so he spoke directly: "Heaven performs the saints, and the earth produces the saints."

Then he started to wait, and had even relaxed.

But...

The visitor from the opposite side did not speak, but reminded him with a sarcastic voice: "Han Cheng, you are exposed."

A few simple words made Han Cheng stunned.

Immediately, his face changed drastically.

This sentence and tone made him suddenly realize that he had been exposed, and although his strength was good, it was never rare in the Holy Society.

Then a waste after exposure is the breakthrough of the Great Zhou.

If he is caught, it means that many things may be said.

"No, I won't say it, even if I'm caught... I'm irreconcilable with the Great Zhou, natural disasters and man-made disasters, evil spirits chaotic countries, even if I die, I will never..."

Han Cheng did not want to resist, so he hurriedly explained.

But the man in white on the opposite side had moved.

He just raised his sleeves.

A thread in the sleeve.

Like a finger that pursues the soul and seeks life, suddenly floats in the air.

It was so evenly arranged that many cow hair needles looked like evil ghosts' fingers.

Click.

The "finger" poked into Han Cheng's eyebrows, broke out again, making a continuous sound of dodole on the brick wall behind him.

Han Cheng slowly fell down, as if he hadn't figured it out at all.

This is not the case for the Holy Church.

How could the Holy Holy be like this?

He just couldn't figure it out, so he was eager to explain it, but didn't think about being on guard. Even until now, he didn't believe that the other party took action.

Don’t the Holy Society know that this will hurt the hearts of the members of the Society?

If the members are in trouble, it would be fine if you don’t help, but you will also send someone to kill them.

In this way, what will others think?

How will the enemy use it?

How could the Holy Lord be so stupid?

How can I make such a decision?

How is that possible?

??

unless...

The right assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice of the Great Zhou Dynasty suddenly opened his eyes wide, revealing a look of horror. He seemed to have figured out something at the end of his life and at the last moment of his death.

unless...

He is not from the Holy Council!!

Bang!!

Han Cheng fell into dust, blood flowed from his forehead, and quickly condensed on a winter night.

He did not die in the joint encirclement between the White Tiger Punishment Hall and the Secret Guards, but died at the moment when he thought he was about to escape.

In those empty, shocked and frightened eyes.

Xia Ji squatted on the ground, searched Han Cheng's body, and found a close-fitting piece of Wen Yu. Leng Cui from the jade perch faintly formed the word "Han", which seemed very distinctive. He pulled it off and continued to search. Anyway, he had to wait for someone to appear before leaving.

Not long after.

The extremely light footsteps came not far away. Xia Ji then stood up and pretended to leave in a hurry, as if he was walking too quickly. He fell a book in his sleeve and did not notice it.

The middle-aged man with a sword felt a breeze passing by him. He felt alert and suddenly drew his sword. But when he looked again, he saw that the snow was vast and there was no one.

He suddenly felt an unknown premonition in his heart and hurried into the hut.

In the room, the right assistant minister was bleeding from his forehead, his eyes wide open, and his expression was frightened. He didn't know what he saw or thought of before his death.

The man with swordsman was ashamed and knelt down and shouted: "Han Gong!!"

Immediately, his eyes turned again, but he did not see the boy's body.

At this time, the wooden cover on the empty tank was slightly tilted, and a small head came out. In the glimmer of light, it was the face of a boy who was holding back his crying and gritting his teeth.

The moment the boy saw the man with swordsmanship, he cried out: "Uncle Jiang, Uncle Jiang, Dad is dead, Dad is killed!!!"

...

...

Xia Ji stepped into the shadows.

He confirmed a few things.

The child heard Zhulong, if he wasn't too stupid, he should have known that his father was killed by his own people.

The swordsman is very capable, at least he can protect this child and spread the story of the Holy Society killing his own people.

Actually, this is not needed.

Even if Ji Sheng is a fool, his ministers are not vegetarians. If such an obvious plan of disintegration is not used, it would be really stupid.

As for taking a piece of Han Cheng's close-fitting jade pendant and leaving a hidden weapon technique, just to create a little variable.

In any case, wouldn’t it be better to have one more enemy in the Holy Society?

Especially such a child with a special identity.

He has a good personality and is very stoic. It would be even better if he can become a talent.

Maybe many years later, he will become a character.

Then...

Wherever he threw Han Cheng's jade pendant, he would pounce on him, like a mad wolf.

Xia Ji breathed.

He quietly counted down "Nineteen Eight Seven...Three Two One..."

When the moment comes, you can only hear the dense footsteps from the slums, and the light shining from torches.

"The people from the Punishment Hall and the Secret Guard have arrived, so the relay behind... will be completed by Ji Sheng.

To a certain extent, he is my ally in the Battle with the Holy Society.

But it's just an ally."

Killing is cruel.

The human heart is dark.

But the faction showdown has always been like this.

Xia Ji walked to a place far from the slums and the Han Mansion, put on white clothes and turned into gray nightgown. He put his hands in his pockets and strolled in the wind and snow on the streets of Tianque.

The wind is very strong.

The snow is very cold.

It's very late at night.

But in this world, as long as you have family, you will not be lonely.

The boy thought of Xia Ning and Bai Pu, and showed his purest smile.

He suddenly became hungry, but he still had to go to Lan Yu's friend...

Gugugugu...

"Forget it, I won't go, just finish the wontons."

Xia Ji felt that it would be better to eat a bowl of wontons to teach Lan Yu’s friend [Xuanyuan Seventy-Two Futians].

He is already on the tenth level of this fourth-grade mysterious skill, and is enough to pretend to be a senior in the Taoist sect. When the eleventh level is reached, he will slow down a little, and then focus on the Nine Yang True Body to Great Perfection first.
To be continued...