Even though the other party was covered with a mask and wearing night clothes, her graceful figure betrayed her, especially those long legs became more conspicuous under the tight night clothes.
"What is Zhang Zitong doing here?" Zu'an was a little confused. Recognizing her identity with just a pair of legs is not a skill. Some gentlemen on the Internet in the past life can recognize people by their chests, and some can even recognize people by their voices, which is really admirable.
Seeing him in a daze here, Zhang Zitong subconsciously moved the knife forward: "As long as you cooperate, I will not hurt your life, otherwise don't blame me for being cruel."
Zaun could recognize her, but she didn't know that the person in front of her was Gold Medal Eleven.
"Okay," Zaun smiled slightly, "but please don't push any further, it's about to get in."
Zhang Zitong blushed, subconsciously retracted the knife, this guy seems to be teasing me?
But he's so pretty when he smiles...
If people like Xiao Jianren, Dai Laoqi, and Chen Laoba said that to her, she would probably turn against her, but it was difficult for this person in front of her to make her angry.
???????????????? At this moment, there was a noise not far away, and a group of guards rushed over here.
Zu'an pressed lightly, causing Zhang Zitong to squat down.
Zhang Zitong, as an embroidered clothes envoy, had never seen any of the three religions and nine streams, and the posture of the two of them now made her furious, thinking that the other party was trying to take advantage of her.
Anger value from Zhang Zitong +404+404+404...
"Who are you?" At this moment, an old man's voice came, and she realized that the other party used his figure to block her, thinking that she was thinking something messy.
Immediately, my whole body became tense, and I didn't even dare to breathe again.
Zaan looked back, and found a gray-haired old man standing not far away, looking at him vigilantly.
The whole person is very thin, looks like a skeleton, and the whole person looks a little hideous.
His breath was a little weak, like an old man in his dying years.
However, his eyes were particularly bright and energetic. When he looked carefully, there seemed to be a vortex in his eyes, and there was an illusion that he was about to fall into it at any time when he stared at it.
In addition, there are some oil paint patterns on his face, and those patterns gather between the eyebrows, vaguely forming a vertical eye. Although the eyes are closed at this time, they give people a sense of danger.
Zu'an was secretly startled, could it be that this person is that Mr. Huo.
He calmly replied: "I am the guest invited by the King of Yan. We were betting just now to see who can help the King of Yan catch the assassin first, so I am here to investigate."
"Guest?" The old man was a little surprised. At this moment, a guard ran up to him and whispered in his ear, apparently to prove Zaun's identity.
The old man nodded slightly: "Then I wonder if this distinguished guest has discovered anything? That assassin just fled in this direction."
"Did you run this way?" Zu installed a look of remorse, "It seems that I am unlucky, otherwise I would have won this bet."
The old man sized him up carefully, and at the same time secretly stretched out his air machine to check the room, and nodded when he didn't notice anyone else, "Guests should go back to the banquet as soon as possible, that assassin is very dangerous."
After finishing speaking, he directly led the people to continue the search.
After the other party left, Zaan looked down at Zhang Zitong who was squatting there: "Okay, they have already left."
"Leaving?" Zhang Zitong was a little surprised, he didn't expect it to be so easy to pass, "The old man is very insidious, he probably pretended to leave, and was going to kill his carbine."
Zaun shook his head: "He really didn't notice you, get up, or do you like to squat in this position?"
Covered by his aura, the old man would not be able to see her unless he came to her.
Zhang Zitong blushed and jumped up: "Who likes to squat like this!"
Immediately afterwards, there was some doubt: "Why did you help me?"
She was not stupid, and immediately realized that the other party was offering to help her, not because of her coercion.
Zaan didn't want to explain it to ???????????????? She explained the way, and said casually: "Because you are beautiful and have long legs, I am always very sympathetic."
Zhang Zitong's expression suddenly became coy. Normally, if anyone spoke to her like this, she would only think it was an annoying pedant, but the person in front of her spoke so naturally, she seemed to feel an inexplicable sincerity.
"I don't know your son's surname or name, but the grace of saving me today will be repaid in the future." Zhang Zitong cupped his hands.
"My surname is Wu, and my name is husband, you have to remember it well." Zaan replied casually.
"Wu Laogong?" Zhang Zitong was startled, thinking that this man is so handsome, but the name is too frustrating, "Thank you, Mr. Wu, we will see you later."
After speaking, he pointed his toes and disappeared into the night sky.
Zaan didn't escort him anymore, the other party was Silver Medal Embroidered Clothes after all, if he was arrested even after helping him to this point, he could buy a piece of tofu and kill him.
Let’s say Zhang Zitong couldn’t help heaving a sigh of relief after he successfully escaped from Prince Yan’s mansion. Looking back at the brightly lit palace, that handsome smile appeared in his mind. The guest of honor will even help me...
Well, the person who was invited to the banquet by the King of Yan is definitely not an unknown person. When I go back to the building to investigate the information, I should know his identity.
The name Wu Laogong is also very special, huh?
She muttered the name several times in her mouth, and finally reacted, her face flushed instantly.
Anger value from Zhang Zitong +233+233+233...
In the palace, Zu'an couldn't help laughing when he saw the series of anger values in the background. This girl seems to be not very smart, and it took so long to react.
However, if the brain is really bright, it will not be so stupid as to go to Yan Wang's mansion alone to find Mr. Huo's clues.
"Did something happy happen to you, that you are smiling so happily?" At this moment, a cold voice sounded from behind, Chu Chuyan was standing under the plum blossoms, her skirt was fluttering, graceful and graceful.
Although they are already husband and wife, every time they see her, they still feel amazed. Zaun's smile is even brighter: "Of course I am happy to meet you again here."
"Us?" Chu Chuyan looked suspicious.
Zu An's heart skipped a beat, and he hastily replied: "Back when I fought side by side with Guanzhu Yan in the Yaozu Royal Court, we were friends after all. Of course I am happy to see her."
Chu Chuyan was relieved now, but immediately said worriedly: "Azu, I know your temperament, but you must not have any wrong thoughts about Master, Master has been honest with men for so many years, if you are caught If she knows, she will definitely give you a sword, so that you will not be able to do evil in the next life."
Zaan looked weird, thinking that your master didn't give me a sword, but I gave her a shot...
"I don't think Guanzhu Yan is that unkind. For example, Guan Chouhai, who is from Lihentian, seems to have been courting her all the time, and I don't see her hating it." Zu'an took the opportunity to inquire.
"You still have the nerve to say that before you offended Li Hentian like that before, I was so worried about you. I was afraid that Master Guan would attack you, and I was still thinking about how to ask Master to help you." Thinking of what happened during the dinner, Chu Chuyan now I still have lingering fears.
"????????????????? Don't worry, I'm not afraid of someone surnamed Guan," Zaun held her hand, feeling cold and soft and extremely comfortable, "Let's talk about it , your master and I are comrades-in-arms anyway, she won't sit idly by."
"It turns out that you came up with this idea, and it's because I'm worried for you." Chu Chuyan was very angry. If there were other people here, her jaw would definitely drop. After all, she usually looks cold to everyone, and no one sees her. Overcome her so delicate and naive side.
"You haven't said anything about Guan Chouhai and your master yet." Zu'an asked gossipingly.
"What else can there be, that is, Master Guan has been pursuing Master." Chu Chuyan was also a little excited when talking about gossip, "Guan Master was talented back then, and he was appointed by default as the next generation master of Li Hentian when he was a teenager." She even had the chance to become the number one member of the nine sects of Taoism. At the same time, she was also handsome, elegant and easy-going. At that time, not only Li Hentian, but also countless girls from other sects were obsessed with her, and some even threw themselves into her arms in the middle of the night. Embrace the scandal of being rejected."
"However, Guan Jiaozhu met the then master at the Daomen Nine Sects Conference, fell in love at first sight, and vowed not to marry her. He ran to Bai Yujing many times in the past few years. He even served tea in Baiyujing in order to please the master. Sending water, building a good relationship with everyone around Master, at that time, some people joked that Li Hentian helped Bai Yujing cultivate a good disciple."
"What about the back?" Zaan became nervous, so infatuated and very attractive, there are not many women in the world who can resist.
"There is no later," Chu Chuyan shook her head, "Master doesn't like him, so he tried to persuade him at first, but instead of listening to him, he became more and more stalking, so Master simply ignored him. Now I They all have some doubts, Master is so cold-tempered, and he doesn't pretend to talk to any man, maybe he was stimulated by this incident."
Zuan was taken aback, thinking that it was really possible.
At this moment, a light cough next to them startled the two of them, and when they turned around, they happened to see Yan Xuehen with angry eyes.
