Chapter 68 The Shadower

"No! I can't leave you, I can't..." Yin Zhaoyu's face was as white as paper, but he still didn't want to leave the scene. Jing Li was a little anxious. She immediately shouted, "Linglong, take the palace master away, hurry up!"

"Yes!" Linglong, who was in full swing, pulled Yin Zhaoyu and ran away. Seeing them leaving, Jing Li finally breathed a sigh of relief, but looking back, this group of people in black basically wanted to kill all their bodyguards, and the remaining dozen people began to surround themselves in a circle to protect themselves.

At this time, the men in black also formed a circle of siege, and the bodyguards immediately resisted, and Jing Li obviously fell alone. She looked at them a few times, turned around and ran away, and nearly ten men in black began to chase her separately.

He had been running desperately, and the man in black behind him followed him slowly. Seeing that he had run out far enough, Jing Li collapsed on the ground and gasped. The men in black ran over, and the leader came to reach out his hand. Just as he was about to help Jing Li up, who knew that his arm hurt, and suddenly blood flowed.

"Ah!" She screamed and immediately rolled on the ground in pain. Jing Li was shocked and hurried over to help her and said, "What's wrong with you? Why are you hurt?"

"You, who are you..." The leading woman in black did not look at Jing Li, but looked back to the other side. After Jing Li found her eyes, he also turned to look at that side. At this time, he saw a man in black, standing on a high slope with his hands behind his back, looking at the men in black coldly.

"Who are you?" Jing Li was also dumbfounded. The man was very tall, about 1.8 meters tall. He was very cold, and there was a scar on his face. What was alive was the Jiangyang thief in the book. Jing Li's heart sank little by little. Wouldn't it happen? This person... is aiming for himself?

As soon as she thought of this, she only heard the man say coldly, "Come here!"

"You mean...me?" Jing Li opened her eyes wide and looked at the man in disbelief. After a long time, she stood up. She also looked at him coldly and asked, "Who the hell are you?"

"One knife!" He answered coldly and turned his eyes to look at the dozen people in black on the side. His eyes were cold and he walked towards them step by step. The man in black retreated step by step. It was not until they retreated to the edge of the cliff behind that they stopped, and then said coldly, "Who are you? Who sent you to visit the emperor?

"I...we!" The man in black was shocked by the cold temperament of a knife. He was so scared that he couldn't say a word for a moment. He didn't know how to answer. Jing Li immediately came forward and blocked the knife and said, "Forget, since I'm fine, let them go. Who are you? How can you know me?"

"Give them alone, they will still hurt you in the future!" He raised his hand, and his hand was full of silver light. Looking carefully, it turned out to be a thin blade like a willow leaf. The blade was scattered with silver light in the sun, with a cold chill that penetrated people's hearts.

" Stop, I told you to let them go!" Jing Li said coldly and stared at her. She didn't know who this person was, but she didn't feel the danger to herself from this person. Maybe a chivalrous man came out to save herself, but these people in black were all her own people. How could she tolerate him to hurt them?

He hesitated and wanted to let these people go but did not dared to let go. Jing Li immediately turned around and shouted, "Why don't you go? Today, I have released you without injury. Go back and report to your masters. I am not a good emperor. I can't understand with a pair of eyes, and It's with your own heart, you know?"

"Yes!" The man in black answered softly, left the knife and fled in a panic. Jing Li looked at their backs and raised the corners of his mouth. Then he turned around and walked in front of a knife. He bent down and said, "Thank you for saving me!"

"Your Majesty, if you let them go like this, it is equivalent to letting the tiger go back to the mountain, and there will be endless trouble in the future." With a knife, she frowned and her hands shrank. The silver knives were all gone, which made Jing Li sigh secretly. She hurried to his side and turned around a whole circle.

"Who are you? How do you know me? Are you from Jianghu? Jing Li was very curious about him. From the unconscious appearance at the beginning to the peerless kung fu of the last hand-filled blade and a shrinking blade, Jing Li was fascinated.

He stood up straight with a knife, and still said in the cold voice, "A knife!"

"Then how do you know it's me?" Jing Li still asked unregardedly. He turned his eyes and looked at Jing Li with a knife. He said indifferently, "I just heard you say it."

"What?" Jing Li was stunned. Could it be that he was already there at that time? Jing Li immediately held his hand and said, "A knife, can you teach me kung fu? Next time I meet the real... Well, I said that when I meet this again, I may protect myself."

"Yes!"

"Ah?" Jing Li was dumbfounded again. She didn't expect that a knife would agree to her so cheerfully. Her expression was a little silly. At this time, the voice of a knife sounded again and said, "Two times a night, Ningxiang Pavilion is waiting for the emperor!"

Ningxiang Pavilion? Isn't that the palace where you made your own wine? How did he know? Jing Li looked up and wanted to ask, but there was no shadow of a knife. She hurriedly turned around and didn't find him. Oh, my God! If this person is not a ghost, he must be a god, Ningxiang Pavilion! OK!

Thinking that he still had something important to do, he put it aside for the time being. Jing Li walked to the suburbs again. It was a seemingly incongruly barren mountain. There was a small courtyard halfway up the mountain. Fan Jiangxue arranged Zhou Zhichao here.

It was hard to walk up the mountain, and it was almost afternoon. Jing Li knocked on the door of the courtyard and said loudly, "Is anyone there?"

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps. It was Wan Qing who opened the door, which made Jing Li's hanging heart relieved. She smiled and said, "How's Mr. Zhou?"

"Wait for the girl in the room, please..." On the side of Wan Qing's body, she gave way to Jing Li. In the room, Zhou Zhichao had already got up. He was dressed in white and sat in a wheelchair. His long hair was scattered on his shoulders. As soon as the breeze passed, his hair was flowing and his clothes were flying, as if he were going away with the wind.

Jing Li, who stood by the door, couldn't help but look at it. It was not until Wan Qing behind her reminded her that she suddenly came to her senses, stepped into the room and said politely, "Mr. Zhou, are you feeling better?"

"Girl, please sit down!" Zhou Zhichao raised his eyes, smiled indifferently, raised the magnetic voice, and pointed to the seat not far away. Jing Li was tired and rude. He walked over and sat down. He also drank a cup of tea that had already been prepared on the side, but the tea was a little cold.