Chapter 202 Assassination

In the dark woods of Shenlong Mountain, in the clearings in the forest where Zhuo Bufan and Xiao Yuhuan once stayed, a figure flashed in, and his body was still moving as if it was floating directly in, really like a ghost.

The figure was holding something in his hand, and listened to the movement and threw the things in his hand to the ground.

A sound of *** sounded, and it turned out that someone was thrown to the ground.

The ghostly figure walked around. In the moonlight, there was a woman in a Hanfu robe. Her face was covered with white powder and snow-white, her eyebrows were slender and raised, and her whole body looked charming and weird, with her eyes flashing fiercely, making people shudder.

"Where is Zhuo Bufan living?" The woman opened her voice, and her voice was sharp and strange, as if a man had squeezed his throat hard and spoke.

The figure on the ground struggled for a few times, but was unable to get up. A glaring and tender cheek appeared in the moonlight. It was the little guy who had asked Zhuo Bufan to show his way. At this time, blood was flowing in several blood holes on the little guy's right shoulder. Under the pain of such severe pain, the young face was covered with pale sweat beads of pain and bean size.

"Hmph, where does Zhuo Bufan live? Tell me quickly!" the woman asked again.

"Ph!" The little boy raised a mouthful of bloody saliva, and the severe pain made him almost faint.

"Little thing! I can tolerate it. If you don't say anything, you can't die!" The woman's face turned cold, her figure flashed, and she instantly returned to the distance. After a slight sound of bone intertwining, the little boy rolled to the ground again with a miserable humming, and his left arm twisted backward strangely.

The woman looked at the little boy who was rolling and struggling on the ground with a expressionless face. The little boy endured great pain, but he was still awake. It was impossible to faint. Finally, he might not be able to bear this painful torture that he had never experienced before. The little boy whined: "I said, I said, don't tell others that I said it."

The woman possessed her, and the little boy struggled, and blood was bitten from the corner of his mouth, and he opened his mouth as if he was about to say something. Suddenly, a mouthful of blood was spitting on the woman's cheek. The woman flashed back, but she did not completely avoid it. A mouthful of blood splattered on the hem of the light-colored clothes, which was extremely eye-catching.

"Haha." The little boy smiled, his tender face with the innocent pleasure of a child.

"Crack!", the woman's right hand seemed to move, the little boy's laughter stopped abruptly, his neck suddenly drooped weakly, and his thin body slowly fell backwards. After a few strokes of power, there was no movement again.

A gust of cold wind came into the mountains and forests, and a bright red smear on the woman's light-colored clothes was shocking. After a moment of pause, the woman listened to the movement sideways, and her figure flashed and disappeared into the forest.

The little boy lay flat in the forest, as if he was asleep, and his tender noodle hall was still smiling.

Tangshan, in the camp of the Shenlong Army, behind a shrub in the valley, there was a lingering heat outside this winter, and a few torches were inserted next to it as lighting.

"Huh, it's so comfortable." Zhuo Bufan lay on his back in a pool of hot and green water, wiped off the water droplets on his face, and shouted comfortably.

This is a natural hot spring, which is a geothermal heat at the foot of Tangshan Mountain. It is also named Bantang because of the many hot springs, which is quite famous.

Zhou Tong looked the same, and was rubbing up and down hard with a large cloth towel.

"Damn, this is a hot spring, not a big bathhouse in the capital." Zhuo Bufan cursed with a smile.

"Uh, it's not the same. It's always unhealthy to not rub it in the bathhouse." Zhou Tongtian smiled and continued his grinding activities.

"Grandma, I should have brought the girls here." Zhou Tong, who no longer cared about the scenery, was imagining the wonderful scene of all the beauties bathing in his heart. Well, after so long in this era, I have never tried a mandarin bath. Tsk, mistakes, mistakes, if you have the chance, you must not forget them.

"Young master, the army cannot bring family members when going to war. This is unlucky." Zhou Tong said again.

"Damn, I'm an atheist. I'll take them with me next time, hehe." Zhuo Bufan continued to interpret what a pig-faced look like.

Suddenly, Zhou Tong flew up and rushed towards Zhuo Bufan in the large splash of water.

"Wow." Zhuo Bufan was waiting to dodge Zhou Tong, who seemed to be suddenly crazy and obviously with bad intentions, but saw Zhou Tong, who was naked in the air, let out a muffled groan, and a trace of snowflakes suddenly bloomed on his right shoulder.

It was not until this time that everyone seemed to hear a light hissing from a sharp object. Zhou Tong had already fallen heavily and pressed Zhuo Bufan directly into the water. In the water, a piece of bright red quickly dyed it.

A few feet away, a ghostly figure shot towards him like an arrow from a string. At this time, the guards had already reacted. More than ten guards who were closest to flew over, and more than ten others touched the Shenlong gun that was not leaving behind him.

The figure twisted in the air, and dozens of cold lights shot out like scattered flowers. The guards who had just touched the Dragon Gun in the distance were filled with miserable groans, and a large area fell down. Most of the more than ten guards who rushed towards the hot spring fell down. Even so, the remaining guards still roared and stopped in front of the man, and hugged them with bare hands.

The man had an incredible turn in the air, his hands flashed, and several personal guards flew out in a hurry, but the man cleverly used his strength, and instead of retreating, he rushed to the hot spring.

"Boom~", the water splash protruded like an explosion. Zhou Tong flew up naked from the bottom of the water, and the blood on his shoulders shot as if he had not realized it. With a roar, his whole body rushed towards the man like a cannonball.

In the flash of lightning, the man's palm hit the lightning-like combo, Zhou Tong was hit by the vital points and shoulders on his head, and his body turned back again like a huge rock.

"Transfer!"

Water splashed everywhere, Zhou Tong stood straight in the water, his muscles bulged like stone sculptures, and he looked up and glared at him.

The assassin was also stimulated by the rebounding force and lost his momentum to rush forward. He paused in the air and several gunfires were sounding in his ears.

Several personal guards were covered in blood and insisted on firing. The assassin turned around in the air like an earthworm, but was not hit, but his body could no longer hold on and landed next to the hot spring. At this time, everyone could see clearly that it was a charming and weird woman.

In the water, Zhou Tong was still as motionless as a stone sculpture. Terrifying blood gushed out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. The blood hole pierced by a sharp weapon on his shoulder also stained the front, chest and back.

With bloody eyes glaring, the assassin seemed to be moved by Zhou Tong's resolute aura, and was stunned for a moment, then he looked angry and waited forward.

Suddenly, a long roar came from a distance, and the assassin shook all over and his feet stopped immediately. At this time, a large number of soldiers from the Dragon Army had already rushed out from all over the place and headed straight for the hot springs.

The assassin hesitated for a moment, turned around and leaped away without a trace, and also took away two dragon guns.

"Zhuo Bufan, sooner or later, you will be killed!" In the air, the strange tone that seemed to have a sharp throat echoed.

Several figures flew over like a long rainbow of space. The guns of countless black holes on the ground were raised, but they were all put down again.

"Unormal!" An anxious voice called out, it was Xue'er. Beside her, Tong Lao and the monk and Taoist fell down at the same time, looking solemn.

Zhou Tong was still glaring and motionless. Zhuo Bufan disappeared, only seeing a blood flower blooming in the steaming hot spring. Finally, Zhou Tong kept his posture and slowly leaned back, and burst into the water, and he fell to the sky and fell into the hot spring.

That night, the lights were bright in the plate of the Shenlong Army, which had always been silent, and a team of ten people shuttled back and forth in the camp like a lantern. Within two miles, the patrolling Shenlong Army team almost never stopped. In the middle of the camp, the largest cowhide tent was bright like a flash of people during the day, revealing a strong bloody atmosphere.

This place has been used as a place for treatment. Tong Lao was busy sweating profusely. From time to time, someone was lifted out and gently placed aside, covering his head with felt. This scene made the Shenlong Army camp extremely depressing and dull atmosphere.

Zhou Tong and Zhuo Bufan were lying on the two camp beds beside each other, both of whom were pale and life and death. The thick white cloth wrapped in Zhuo Bufan's chest was seeped with shocking blood, and Zhou Tong was even wrapped like a rice dumpling, even on his head.

The two of them had finished their treatment. Tong Lao was sweating profusely and was lowering his head to rescue the injured guard. Xueer was accompanying her with a ropa in her hand, but from time to time she turned back to Zhuo Bufan, and the tears in her eyes almost stopped. Tong Lao turned around and signaled to wipe the sweat, but she did not respond. When she saw Xueer's eyes, she immediately shouted angrily: "Xue'er!"

Xueer shivered and hurriedly stepped forward to wipe her sweat. Tears in her eyes surged out again. Tong Lao shook her head softly and sighed: "Life and death are destined to be free from danger. Whether you can escape from danger depends on his fortune. As the commander of the first battalion, why are you still so easily influenced by emotions? Those who achieve great things are strong and strong in their hearts and wills!"

Xueer was almost out of control when she heard the sound, sobbing and said, "It's all my fault! If I had discovered earlier and if I could run faster, he wouldn't have any trouble. It's all my fault! It's all my fault!"

"Shut up! Calm down!" Tong Lao shouted angrily, calming Xueer a little. Then, Tong Lao continued the movements in her hand while slowing down her tone and said, "This is too sudden. Who would have thought that in a year, his martial arts skills have reached such a level. No one except me and the two elders are his opponents. Now is not the time to blame himself. Stabilizing the morale of the army and chasing the assassin is the most important thing. I hope this child, Bufan, can survive this level."

Xueer cried again when she heard this, "If Bufan, if he..., what's the point of the Shenlong Army?"

Tong Lao was shocked, yes, if Zhuo Bufan were not there, what would happen to Shenlong Mountain and Shenlong Army? Zhuo Bufan is the soul of Shenlong.

"If he had a few long and two shorts, I wouldn't live anymore." Xue'er wiped away her tears, reached out to wipe the sweat for Tong Lao, and said resolutely.

Grandma Tong opened her mouth but didn't say anything. She became busy again, and there were more than a dozen guards who were lying in her tent.
Chapter completed!