Only then did Su Kui know that it turned out to be such a thing.
With Meng Zhi'an's skill, ordinary people can't help him at all, so there is only one possibility left to assassinate him, which is not premeditated.
Right now, Su Kui even decided to take a look in person.
Meng Zhian is not the male lead, and only a few pieces of content in the world plot, that is, Chi Zhan's former fiance. Therefore, he does not have the so-called male and female main aura, he will really die if he encounters danger.
Seventeen learned that Su Kui was going out of the palace, so scared that his heart burst.
Out of the palace? !
If Su Kui had any problems, how could they be worthy of the master's cultivation
However, in the seventeenth, Su Kui insisted on going out of the palace, and no one could control it.
It was another day late at night.
The General Mansion was shrouded in a layer of haze, and even the lights seemed to be covered in dust.
There was a man lying quietly, breathing weakly, and blood was constantly pouring out of his chest near his heart. The bandage dyed red and white looked shocking.
"Crackâ"
The door opened, and the eyeballs moved under the closed eyelids of the sexy person, as if trying to open his eyes with all his strength, but in the end, it couldn't be realized.
From outside the door slowly walked into a figure wearing a black cloak, with a hood on his head, and his whole body wrapped in black, so that people couldn't see his appearance. But it can be vaguely distinguished from the slender figure, it is a woman.
Seventeen didn't twist Su Kui in the end. In fact, she couldn't influence any of her decisions at all.
Now, Seventeen seems to understand something, and it seems that he doesn't understand.
"Master, the servant is waiting for you outside." Seventeen said softly.
Under the hood, Su Kui nodded slightly, and the door closed gently behind her.
So, in the room, only Meng Zhian, who was seriously injured, and Su Kui, who stood at the door, were left.
Taking off the hood, she slowly scanned the room for a week. The bedroom decoration was simple, and the most common decoration could not be seen as the place where the general lived. And the only ones who could see her identity were the long knives, swords, and daggers of various shapes hanging on the wall.
After reading these, it only takes a few breaths.
Withdraw his gaze, and finally set his gaze on the fucking man.
Meng Zhi'an's brain has been half-asleep and half-awake, sometimes awake, sometimes chaotic. Most of the time, he was still lethargic, and the time of lethargy also gradually increased as his body deteriorated.
Until now, there is very little time to wake up.
Even in the general's mansion, secretly preparing for funerals. What's the use even if you are unwilling
No one would have imagined that he would go to the battlefield to kill the enemy at the age of sixteen. With one enemy a hundred, a man called the God of War by the people would be assassinated so easily, and the final outcome would be so simple.
In the hearts of more people, even if the god of war Meng Zhian died, he must have died on the battlefield.
Rather than being like a dying old man, in the general's mansion, lingering, hanging his last breath, refused to swallow it.
How unwilling he was, Su Kui could see.
Her eyes flashed, and she slowly approached.
In the dream, Meng Zhian seemed to smell the light tea aroma, which was the scent lingering in his heart when he dreamed back at midnight, very familiar.
Fingertips moved slightly, in a huge net, Meng Zhian struggled desperately, trying to escape this nightmare, opened his eyes, went to see her, and carved her mold into his mind.