Nanqin Chapter 29: Zhu Family Means

　　 Zhang Nanqin looked at the fleeing figure of the other party, his eyes were cold, and the steps under his feet followed.

　　 The bustling crowd, the old man began to take off his robe, even his hat, and hit the pedestrians, causing them to curse.

　　Zhang Nanqin chased frantically behind him, and the distance between the two was getting closer and closer. Looking at the hats and clothes thrown on the ground, Zhang Nanqin knew that the other party was disguising himself, and now he wanted to remove the disguise and leave through these people as a cover.

　　 The man suddenly put his robe over his head, and then squatted, and he disappeared.

　　Zhang Nanqin searched among the crowd, and suddenly saw a middle-aged man from the back. He walked hurriedly. After hitting a person, he didn't stop at all, his pace quickened, and he chased the person.

　　 Then he looked around, then looked at the left and right shops, and finally turned his head and looked up. The plaque of Baixianglou is particularly eye-catching. A window on the fourth floor looks like the swaying autumn wind, but Zhang Nanqin is It was a sneer from the corner of his mouth. He stepped into the Baixianglou.

　　 Seeing that Zhang Nanqin's dress was ordinary and unremarkable, the guards wanted to enter and immediately stopped.

　　Zhang Nanqin glanced at the guard, ignored it, turned and left, and entered Weijia Mipu. The people in the shop looked inexplicable, and some even took out the sound transmission stone to secretly transmit the sound.

　　Zhang Nanqin came to the back hall, saw no one, made a light leap, and went up to the roof, and then dashed all the way, landing on the roof of Baixianglou, his body was like a light swallow, without the slightest sound. As for the fact that he did not enter from the front door, he was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble.

　　 The fourth floor of the Baixiang Building is a wing room. Zhang Nanqin glanced at the direction and headed southward. Then there was movement and sudden screams inside the Baixiang Building. The sound of all kinds of stairs going upstairs. .

　　Zhang Nanqin kicked the door open, and saw a woman wrapped in a white gown, but still looming, her face panicked, her hands tightly clutching the gown, covering the spring in front of her. Behind her there was a middle-aged man with a plain appearance, with a knife in his hand on her neck.

　　 The wing rooms around are some overnight guests. At this time, the women who were not dressed properly were standing at the door, whispering and talking. The guards had already gone upstairs. When they saw Zhang Nanqin, these guards shot without thinking.

　　 Faced with these guards' shots, Zhang Nanqin shook his head and knocked these guards to the ground in a moment, losing his combat effectiveness.

　　 "What kind of master there is, there is a kind of straw bag." Faced with the guards of Baixianglou, Zhang Nanqin really has no interest in wasting time on it.

　　 For Zhang Nanqin, these people are not at all threatening, they are just slightly better than ordinary people, so he doesn't want to worry about it anymore. He stepped into the wing, the body of the woman who was being held hostage couldn't help trembling, his eyes looked at the middle-aged man.

　　 "Tell me, who let you assassinate me." Zhang Nanqin was very calm.

　　The middle-aged man grabbed the woman in his hand forcefully, and the knife was placed on his neck: "Don't come here, be careful I kill her!"

　　Zhang Nanqin sneered: "It seems that you are really scared." After all, he didn't rush, after all, the other party: "You threaten me with someone who has nothing to do with me? Don't you think this is funny? Matter?"

　　 A light yellow halo rippled over Zhang Nanqin’s body. He took out the sound transmission stone, and the middle-aged man showed a fierce look: "You throw the sound transmission stone!"

　　 Zhang Nanqin looked at him like an idiot: "You should understand how people like us don't take such threats seriously."

After 　　 finished speaking, he put the sound transmission stone next to his ear, and Qin Ruoan’s voice came from inside: "Brother, are you well?"

The light of the sound transmission stone dimmed in an instant, and the breath of Zhang Nanqin's body suddenly broke out at this moment, and the temperature in the room dropped to freezing point at that moment.

　　 Qin Ruoan’s sentence was just a greeting, but Zhang Nanqin understood the meaning behind it.

　　 Someone tried Qin Ruoan to prove that Zhang Nanqin must be in big trouble here, otherwise he would not greet him like that.

　　 Qin Ruoan is to Zhang Nanqin, the sky in his heart, the softest place that no one can touch, it is Nilin. If Ni Lin is committed, even the otherworldly martial arts of the five places in Yunzhou, Zhang Nanqin will kill with one word!

　　 "Go to death!"

　　 The middle-aged man suddenly attacked, using the woman in his hand as a physical shield.

　　 The woman had already turned pale in shock, her eyes closed, and a scream sounded in her ears. She followed the scream, and then felt a pain in her body, which seemed to be close to death.

　　 It was only when she opened her eyes unwillingly that she realized that she had fallen to the ground, and the middle-aged man had been pinched by Zhang Nanqin's neck and held in mid-air, struggling desperately.

　　 The middle-aged man desperately held Zhang Nanqin's hand with his hand. No matter how hard he struggled, the power of his hands made him unable to move a bit. Especially when he saw Zhang Nanqin's cold eyes, he felt inexplicable fear in his heart. That is a disregard for life.

　　Although he is a martial arts assassin and has a disregard for killing, he has never felt that he is ignored. With this indifference, he realized that the fear of facing death was beyond control.

　　 "Want to talk?" Zhang Nanqin looked at the man in his hand and said in a deep voice, "It's late."

　　Zhang Nanqin finished speaking, squeezed his hand lightly, and the man's eyes rolled down. As soon as he loosened his hand, the corpse fell to the ground, just as the deadly eyes stared at the woman.

　　 The woman's body was trembling constantly, and she had even forgotten the spring scenery covered by the gown held by her hand.

　　Zhang Nanqin didn't even look at it. He walked to the door and looked at the guard who had stopped at the door and said, "Don't report to the official~IndoMTL.com~ inform Zhu Xiong, or your days here will end. "

　　 He did not forget to remind the guard when he left. Because Zhang Nanqin has a scale in his heart, this matter may be what Zhu Xiong said, but since the last time he met Zhu Xiong, he knew that the other party was not a stupid person, and all kinds of temptations.

　　 The figure of the Eleventh wife flashed in his mind again. The woman's heart was as deep as the sea, not a brainless person. But thinking of Qin Ruoan's voice transmission, his eyes flashed murderously. For him, Qin Ruoan is his reverse scale.

　　 However, no matter who it is, it doesn’t matter. He murmured softly: "It’s really looking for death."

　　 Zhang Nanqin came out of Huamanlou, as if nothing happened outside. For Huamanlou, what happened here must be conservative, otherwise, the voice of Huamanlou would plummet.

　　 When Zhang Nanqin walked to the entrance of Mixing, he saw Monk Heming running over, and Wei Lanqing was behind him.

　　 Monk Heming just wanted to speak, Zhang Nanqin glanced, the latter directly covered his mouth, and then a few people came to the back hall, Wei Lanqing also screened out the busy people in the back hall.

　　 Wei Lanqing's face is a little anxious: "The person who just went to Mi Xing spoke to me, what happened?"

　　Zhang Nanqin did not conceal it, and told the story of the incident. Wei Lanqing was startled when he heard it, and even his face was grave: "Is this the method of the Zhu family?"

　　 Zhang Nanqin lazily took out the smoking pot, Monk Heming immediately took out the tobacco from his arms and filled it up.

　　"Don't care about the question of whether it is right or wrong." Zhang Nanqin said with a mouthful of smoke pot: "Now it's up to the Zhu family to deal with this matter, whether he will come to us, after all, I killed the people."

　　 After he finished speaking, he showed a playful smile, and Wei Lanqing lowered his head and thought for a while, and then understood the meaning of Zhang Nanqin.