Go and kill the little king of hell!

When I heard Jian Xilai's words, my heart suddenly became shaking, and then I remembered that Jian Xilai had promised to kill the little Hell within a week, and now it is the seventh night!

For the past week, the first four days were mainly used to recuperate, and the next three days were mainly dealing with the short captain, and really putting this matter behind my mind. Fortunately, I had already used the short captain's mobile phone to inform my uncle in advance. I guess he was mentally prepared.

But I can't figure it out. It's the seventh night now, and Jian Xilai said he wanted to kill my uncle. Does he have a precise plan and a huge grasp?

I was not surprised to jump from the short captain to the little hell. For Jianxi now, the little hell must be more important. After all, I have to work with the Empress Dowager. As Jianxi, I must have promised more than a thousand gold. I said that if I wanted to kill the little hell within seven days, I would not delay a minute or a second of my skills.

And I was appointed by the Empress Dowager and asked to act with Jianxilai. So Jianxilai had to take me with me.

I stood up and said to Jianxi with a serious expression: "Yes!"

Jianxi turned around and walked out the door, and I immediately followed, and Marshal Qinglong followed behind us. The three of us left the room, passed through the square of Zhuque Gate, through the mountain pass and the wolf valley, and then my eyes were covered, just like the first time I came out of the mountain, first a donkey cart, then a horse cart, and then a sedan, which took two or three hours from bumpy to flatness.

When my blindfold was taken off and I asked to get off the bus, I realized that I was already at the airport in Fengcheng, obviously I was going to fly to the north now to kill the little Hell. And beside me, there were only Jian Xilai and Marshal Qinglong, which means that there were only three of us in this operation, not even the Ten Thousand Poison Young Master.

After getting off the bus, Jianxi came to send me and Marshal Qinglong respectively, and went directly to the provincial capital and set off in twenty minutes.

Before, I thought Jianxi came to transfer the people from the Ministry of War and started a bloody battle with my uncle in the provincial capital, but for the past week, the Ministry of War has not moved at all, and it is obviously not this kind of combat plan.

So, is it an assassination?

My uncle once said that in the whole Ye Ming, the only thing that made him feel difficult was Jian Xilai. Assuming that their strength was comparable, then in addition to Marshal Qinglong and I, in Jian Xi's view, it would be more than enough to deal with the little Hell King.

Of course. The premise is that you can attack the enemy in a sneak attack, and you have to ensure that there is only one opponent in the Little Hell!

But how is it possible? The provincial capital is the territory of the Little Hell, and there are people from the Little Hell everywhere. How can it be so easy to catch him and leave him alone?

What's more, I informed my uncle in advance!

But seeing Jian Xilai's calm and composed appearance seemed to be full of confidence in this action, I couldn't help but feel strange. What kind of abacus was this old guy doing?

Jianxilai didn't say anything, and took Marshal Qinglong and me through security check and boarded the plane. It was already nine o'clock in the evening at this time, and it was at least eleven o'clock in the provincial capital. There was still an hour before today. How could Jianxilai kill my uncle within this hour?

Fear comes from the unknown.

Seeing Jian Xilai always looked calm and confident, I couldn't help but feel worried, worried that he really had a seamless murder plan.

When Jianxi came to travel with Marshal Qinglong, of course he sat in the first class. I was exposed to their light and was also in the first class, lying comfortably in the first class. The plane started, and the sound of the boom was deafening, but it soon became stable.

Jian Xilai was always calm. Read magazines, drink some juice, or close your eyes and rest for a while.

The more calm Jianxi came, the more worried I felt, so I couldn't help asking: "Sir Shangshu, do we have any plans?"

As one of the operation team, I think I am qualified to know the content of the combat plan. But Jian Xilai said lightly: "When you get to the place, you will know it!"

Jian Xilai refused to say anything, and I had no choice but to remain silent, but there was always a big stone hanging in my heart. I couldn't help but feel worried about my uncle and hoped that he would have a plan to fight the enemy.

Jian Xilai didn't talk to me, but started chatting with Marshal Qinglong: "Qinglong, how did you handle that matter?"

Marshal Qinglong was silent for a moment and said, "It's done."

I also understood instantly that Jianxi was talking about Marshal Qinglong’s pregnancy. The Empress Dowager asked Marshal Qinglong to deal with it before. Marshal Qinglong said that it had been handled, obviously it had already flowed. Jianxilai said in surprise: "It's so fast, don't you need to take care of yourself?"

I don’t know much about this, but I also know that people call this kind of thing miscarriage, and they also need to take care of it during confinement.

Even if Marshal Qinglong dealt with the child on the first day of his return, it was only six days. Does Marshal Qinglong need to rest? And she is not uncommon to walk around outside, as if she is alive.

Marshal Qinglong said calmly: "Sir Shangshu, have you never heard that saying, 'I have an abortion today and I will go to work tomorrow', don't worry, I'm not that fragile!"

The sentence quoted by Marshal Qinglong does appear frequently in advertisements in various hospitals, saying that modern medical skills can minimize the harm of women. Marshal Qinglong even had a faint sense of self-deprecating slightest feeling in his calm words, as if he didn't care about this at all.

But I knew she must be very sad, because I had seen her look happy and happy when she was pregnant, and she was full of hope and expectation for her soon to become a mother. But now, the Empress Dowager has killed all her power, and I feel worthless and sad for Marshal Qinglong, let alone herself.

But Jianxi came to make things worse and said to Marshal Qinglong: "It's not me that you have been in the world for a long time, and there are not many men who have been with each other. How can you still make such a low-level mistake?"

So far, I still don’t know who the man who made Marshal Qinglong pregnant is, but I know she must love that man very much, loves the child in her belly, and hopes to give birth to the child. Now that the child has been lost, she is already sad enough. Jian Xilai said this, just like sprinkling salt on Marshal Qinglong’s wound.

Of course, Marshal Qinglong would definitely not be angry with Jian Xi. She just remained silent and closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

This woman who looks strong on the outside has no idea what the pain is.

Two hours. It's fleeting.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, we got off the plane on time and stood in the airport lobby of the provincial capital.

If I was just staying in Weicheng last week, and was timid in the hometown but didn't return home completely, this time I finally got what I wanted and stood on the land of the provincial capital. I had worked hard here and shed a lot of passion. It was impossible to have no feelings for this place. As soon as I got off the plane, I felt something was surging in my body and almost broke out.

More than a year ago, I took a plane here to Fengcheng. I started my undercover life without support and dangerous. Now, I have become a heavyweight member of Ye Ming, standing next to Jian Xilai, the Minister of War, and come back.

Although the provincial capital is not as prosperous as Fengcheng, it is still the provincial capital. Even at 11 o'clock in the evening, the airport is still crowded with people coming and going.

The three of us stood among them, looking at the airport exit, motionless.

I don’t know what Jian Xilai was waiting for, but he didn’t move, and Marshal Qinglong and I didn’t move.

At this moment, Jian Xilai suddenly said, "Wang Wei, I heard that more than a year ago, you and your uncle, Little King of Hell, had a fight. You wanted to be the Emperor of Kings, but he wanted to be Emperor Yang, but he disagrees and was chopped by him. He almost killed you. He was chased by countless people. He tried his best to hide in Fengcheng?"

I was able to reach this position today in the night light, and I had already figured out my details, especially the old bridge of the Censorate. It would be strange if I didn't know where to promote my affairs, so there was nothing strange about Jianxi.

When I recalled that past event, I was really moved. Although my uncle and I were acting, it was true that he cut me off, and it was true that countless people chased me. Since it was acting, I wanted to hide it from everyone, of course it was more realistic, so that escape experience was not mixed at all. It was really a real danger and escaped from death.

So I gritted my teeth and said, "Yes!"

Jianxi said: "Is the scar still there when the little hell cut you?"

"exist!"

I immediately pulled open the collar of my chest, revealing a long scar on my chest, slashing from my left shoulder to my waist, like a big centipede, ferocious and terrifying, shocking. This knife was slashed by my uncle with a demon-slaying knife.

As one of the three major artifacts, the Demon-Slaying Sword is naturally extraordinary and it almost killed me. It was the needle that Dr. Xue stitched me. His skills are already superb enough, but the scars are still there today. They will itch and hurt when it rains cloudy and rainy.

This is the price to get involved in Ye Ming!

Jian Xilai and Marshal Qinglong were both experts, so it was impossible to see how terrifying the knife was. Both of them took a breath, and Jian Xi said, "After all, the little king of Hell is your uncle, is he so cruel to his nephew?"

I said, "Sir Shangshu, you don't know much about him. He was in jail before I was born. When he was released from prison, I was about to graduate from junior high school and I really had no feelings. But at that time I thought he was very powerful. The bullies in our town thought he was afraid, so they followed him for a while. But he was jealous of the virtuous and capable. Seeing that my power surpassed him day by day, he later replaced him as the emperor of the king, and almost pissed him to death, so he killed me! If I hadn't run fast, I wouldn't have stood here to talk to you now!"

Listening to my story, Jianxi laughed: "I didn't know much about your uncle before, but after asking him carefully in the past few days, I realized that your uncle is indeed not a good person. He killed your grandma and grandpa in his early years, right?"

As soon as I heard what Jianxi said, I knew that his information was still not perfect. Emperor Li knew that my uncle and my mother were driven out of a wealthy family in the imperial city. The old man who died in his early years was actually Tiannu's parents; of course, my mother and my uncle, including my father, regarded the old man as real relatives, so they were so angry and furious towards Emperor Li later.

Emperor Li obviously did not report this matter, so Ye Ming's senior management still didn't know that my uncle was a hero who climbed out of the common people. Of course, I would not correct Jian Xilai, so I nodded and admitted: "Yes! Until now, my parents have not forgiven him!"

Jian Xilai laughed again, patted my shoulder and said, "It's okay, we will avenge your grandma and your grandpa tonight and get rid of the demon Little King of Hell, the human world!"

My heart suddenly became shaking.

Sure enough, Jianxilai had a combat plan.

I could only nod my head with a serious expression and said, "Okay!"

After saying this, Jianxilai turned around and continued to look at the airport exit, as if waiting for something.

After a while, a tall and strong figure gradually came, and it turned out to be Marshal White Tiger!

It turned out that Marshal White Tiger was also in the provincial capital, and it seemed that he had come much earlier than us. He was obviously one of the members of the assassination of the Little Hell King. I don’t know when he came, because I usually only walk between Qinglong Gate and Zhuque Gate, so I usually can’t see him.

Now, Marshal Baihu, who is also supervising the White Tiger Sect and Xuanwu Sect, is dressed in a low-key manner at this time, and is wearing a heavy military coat. Although the provincial capital located in the north is quite cold, it is not as good as a military coat. This makes Marshal Baihu look a little stupid, like a migrant worker who has just come into the city and is confused.

Of course, even so, it cannot block his heroic spirit.

Just that big guy, even a migrant worker, is also a grassroots hero among migrant workers. No one dares to look down on him when people come and go.

Marshal White Tiger approached and first rushed to Jianxi to ask for help. Then hello to me and Marshal Qinglong, which was considered a greeting. In my impression, Marshal White Tiger is relatively low-key and generally does not conflict with others. He is neither as promising as Marshal Zhuque, nor as sinister and vicious as Marshal Xuanwu.

In the previous major competition between the Ministry of War, Lang Swordsman lost to the hands of Mr. Wan Du, and was eliminated early. He didn't even make the semi-finals. Marshal Baihu did not show much anger. He just wanted to learn about the medicine with Mr. Wan Du, so he took Lang Swordsman off the stage, and did not make any trouble later.

If it were Marshal Qinglong, he might not be as calm as him.

Among the few marshals, the White Tiger Marshal was also considered a clear stream.

After saying hello, Marshal Baihu whispered: "Sir Shangshu, I found out the whereabouts of the little King of Hell. He only brought a few subordinates around him in a foot washing city. It is a good time to start!"

After hearing Marshal Baihu's words, my heart suddenly broke out. Marshal Baihu arrived at the provincial capital in advance, obviously came to check my uncle's whereabouts, and he successfully found it. But what happened to my uncle? I had already reported to him in advance, so why did he only bring a few subordinates to the foot washing city? It's too careless!

Could it be that he saw that a week had passed and there was still no trace of Jianxi coming, so he completely relaxed?

It's impossible, my uncle is not such a careless person!

Because I didn't understand my uncle's true thoughts, and out of concern and worry about him, my heart was always in a mess, panic and uneasy.

When Jian came to the west, he heard the news that Marshal of the White Tiger brought the little Hell, and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, then let's go to the foot washing city now, you can lead the way in front!"

"yes!"

Marshal White Tiger obeyed the order and wrapped his military coat around him. He turned his head and walked out.

Jian Xilai took Marshal Qinglong and me and followed, and said to us at the same time: "From now on, neither of you will leave my sight!"

I knew that Jianxilai was worried about leaking the news, so he made such an order to me and Marshal Qinglong. I became more and more anxious. While walking outside, I looked around, not knowing how to use to remind my uncle.

Jian Xilai noticed my little movement and asked in confusion: "Wang Wei, what are you doing?"

I said, "Let me see if there are any eyeliners around the little hell. After all, this is the territory of the little hell, so I have to be careful!"

“It makes sense.”

Jian Xilai nodded and said, "After all, he is the nephew of the little Hell. He knows your uncle quite well. It is indeed very possible."

After Jianxi finished speaking, he stopped and looked around, and his alert eyes swept around.

I just said casually, and I didn't expect Jian Xilai to take it seriously. I deliberately stopped and observed the people around me. Although I was speechless, this was a pit I dug out, and I had to jump into it even if I bit my steel teeth, so I also observed the people around me.
To be continued...