He Xiangtian walked out of the yard and walked around the manor carefully to make sure there were really no extra people. Then he quietly came to Han Qianye's small courtyard and looked inside through the gap in the window for a while.
Han Qianye was seriously injured and did not go to the game. He stayed in the room to recuperate.
"Han Qianye?" He Xiangtian tried to call.
"Are you sick?" Han Qianye's voice was weak and he closed his eyes and was too lazy to answer.
He Xiangtian snorted in his heart, sooner or later he would do it with you.
There was a bloody trail inside and outside Qin Ming's courtyard, extending from the martial arts arena to the room. It was the blood dripping from Qin Ming's body.
He Xiangtian stood outside the courtyard gate, hesitating about how to trick Ding Dian inside. He didn't want people to know that he had been here, otherwise someone would always suspect him.
But then I thought about it, maybe the sect leader was looking forward to Qin Ming's death. This madman only wanted to become famous for himself, and he ignored the reputation of the entire Qingyun Sect. The most embarrassing person now is probably the sect leader. explain? There is no way to explain it. Tieshanhe's words have already been spoken, and any explanation from the sect master is just a cover-up.
He Xiangtian gritted his teeth, clutched the dagger and was about to walk into the yard, but with a squeaking sound, the door opened. He Xiangtian turned around and hid in the fence next to him.
Ding Dian gently closed the door, left the yard, and ran quickly towards the martial arts field.
"Why are you leaving? Are you going to watch the game?"
He Xiangtian rolled his eyes and smiled, knowing that Ding Dian would not take good care of Qin Ming. This fighting maniac couldn't bear to go back to watch the game.
However, for the sake of safety, he waited patiently for a while, and after confirming that Ding Dian had really left and not come back, he quietly entered the yard.
Hey, Ding Dian left midway, couldn't he put the blame on him
He Xiangtian came to the door of Qin Ming's room. After hesitating for a while, he opened the door and walked in with his lips curled up.
Qin Ming was lying on the bed, his whole body covered with bandages and bandaged carefully. His face was as pale as paper and his breathing was weak. It looked like the injury was very serious, and blood was leaking from many bandages.
"Tsk, tsk, it's so miserable to be injured like this."
He Xiangtian closed the door, held the dagger and walked slowly towards Qin Ming. As long as he untied the bandages, re-opened all the wounds, bled and broken bones, it wouldn't take long for Qin Ming to die on his own. While cruelly imagining ways to harm Qin Ming, he approached Qin Ming carefully.
Qin Ming's breathing was weak but even, and his chest rose and fell slowly.
He Xiangtian tested his breath first and reached out to untie the bandage.
Sudden…
"What are you doing?" A cold voice came from the side.
"Oh my god." He Xiangtian was so excited that he almost sat on the ground. He turned around and saw someone sitting on the wooden chair by the window, a chubby and round man.
"Huyan Zhuozhuo?! Why are you here!" He Xiangtian rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating.
"Why are you here?" The chubby young man was none other than Huyan Zhuozhuo, the heir of the Huyan family. The smile had disappeared from his face and he was staring at He Xiangtian with unkind eyes.
"I... why can't I be here? I'm here to participate in the competition. Of course I'm here." He Xiangtian forced himself to calm down and put away the dagger without leaving a trace. "It's you, how did you get into the city? Why are you here! What's your intention!"
Huyan Zhuozhuo looked at him coldly and gave him a laugh. He came here on his father's personal order. Something happened on the way and he was delayed. He just arrived today. In order to get Qin Ming a place in the tea party, the family sold half of the mine. They had to make sure Qin Ming was worth the price, so they sent him over to see how Qin Ming performed.
He just arrived this morning and happened to witness Qin Ming's game, and then followed Ding Dian back here.
He was sighing at Qin Ming's potential and was pleasantly surprised by his investment, but he didn't expect He Xiangtian to sneak in, apparently planning to assassinate him? ? This shameless bastard!
He Xiangtian said seriously: "Please leave! I'm not sure how you got in and whether you will be a threat to Qin Ming."
Huyan Zhuozhuo looked at him for a while, then stood up slowly, and the smile returned to his round and fleshy face: "Are you scared?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Qin Ming's eight years of service has finally come to an end. A tea party made the eight sects famous. Now it's not a question of whether Qingyun Sect should give him any status, but how to keep Qin Ming. I think Qin Ming will leave Qingyun now. Sect, other sects will be interested in taking him in, and they should do their best to cultivate him. Qin Ming has become famous and is about to turn around. You... are anxious..." Huyan Zhuozhuo laughed.
"Huyan Zhuozhuo, please make it clear before you speak that you are also a disciple of the Qingyun Sect."
"My mission is accomplished." Huyan Zhuozhuo smiled brightly. Over the years, he has recruited hundreds of disciples in Qingyun Sect, all of whom have great potential. My only regret is that I didn’t discover a particularly promising disciple, which I feel very unwilling to do. Now, Qin Ming has become famous and has unlimited potential. It can be said that his mission has been successfully completed. He was just making a decision to cultivate Qin Ming vigorously in the future. I believe that the family will also support Qin Ming strongly after knowing his performance at the Eight Sects Tea Party.
"Since you want to get out, get out now." He Xiangtian rolled his eyes and thought of a way.
"Let's go. As long as I'm here, you can't even think of hurting Qin Ming."
"You are the one who is planning something evil, right?" He Xiangtian walked towards Qin Ming again.
"What are you doing? Stop!!"
"I want to protect Qin Ming." He Xiangtian clenched the dagger.
"Don't do anything stupid, stay away." Huyan Zhuozhuo stopped him in front of He Xiangtian.
"Want to fight?" He Xiangtian's right hand wavered slightly, and he raised the knife to stab Huyan Zhuozhuo. As long as there is a fight, there will be chaos. In the chaos, there will be a chance to "accidentally injure" Qin Ming, and then it will be time to frame Huyan Zhuozhuo. You don't admit it? It doesn't matter, if Qin Ming dies, there will be no evidence.
"How brave!" Huyan Zhuozhuo never expected that He Xiangtian would dare to assassinate him blatantly.
Bang! !
The door was suddenly opened, and a burst of blood rushed towards his face.
who? The two were startled.
Tieshanhe walked into the room covered in blood, holding a black sword and looking at He Xiangtian coldly with murderous intent.
Why is he back? He Xiangtian's heart tightened: "Tieshanhe, you came just in time, this damn fat guy is going to..."
"Get out!!" Tieshanhe had just come down from the martial arts field. He was covered in blood and full of murderous intent, which was very scary.
"you… "
"Get lost!!" Tieshanhe shouted coldly again.
He Xiangtian's mouth curled up, he gritted his teeth, and slowly put away the dagger. Damn it, I admit defeat!
"immediately!!"
"Huh." He Xiangtian snorted and strode away.
But just as he was walking past Tieshanhe, the black sword flashed coldly and struck at He Xiangtian's head.
He Xiangtian's soul was gone, and he dodged in shock, but the black knife still hit his back, and a deep scar went directly from the back of his neck to his waist. He screamed and threw himself on the tea table, shocked and confused. Angry: "Tieshanhe, you are crazy!!"
Clang! ! The black knife took off his hand, the sword energy resounded, flipped in the air, and struck He Xiangtian upside down.
He Xiangtian rolled and crawled, rushing out of the room in a hurry, but was hit on the back again by the black knife. The strong force directly blasted him more than ten meters, screamed and rushed out of the yard, rolling one after another, leaving a lot of people behind. Blood on the ground.
Han Qianye was alerted and rushed out of the room with his sword in hand, just in time to see the black knife strike down again and hit He Xiangtian's head.
"No!" He Xiangtian screamed in horror, feeling chills all over his body.
The black knife stopped at the last moment and pressed in front of his right eye. The sharp edge seemed to pierce his head.
He Xiangtian put his hands on the ground and did not dare to move. A large amount of sweat covered his forehead.
Tieshanhe stood outside the door, murderous, controlling the black knife from the air.
Han Qianye frowned and reminded: "Tieshanhe, we are all disciples of the same sect, don't be impulsive. Although he is hateful, we will not kill him in Wuling City."
"Tieshanhe, calm down... calm down... I didn't do anything..." He Xiangtian begged tremblingly, staring at the black knife in front of him, feeling that death was so close to him for the first time.
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