168 Walk around before the ghost gate

Wh!

Nie Xiaoxi flew up in the air, hit the bedside table heavily, and hit the table lamp on the floor. She couldn't help shouting, and she didn't know how much trauma she had suffered.

Ning Caichen's pupils suddenly shrank, and the afterglow of the corners of his eyes glanced at the clothes not far away. Just as he was about to rush over and take the "Tianji Book Record" in her hand, Nie Xiaoqian wiped the blood on her mouth and stood up: "Intor Zhuo, it's really you!" She held a piece of black cloth in her hand, which was the one covered by the killer's face.

The killer's body stagnated, and his body in motion suddenly stopped, but he did not look back and still turned his back to Nie Xiaoxi.

Do you know? This dramatic scene also stunned Ning Caichen. He turned his head and looked at the man's face. His face was very beautiful and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, but there was a radioactive scar about the size of a coin on his left face, which destroyed the beauty of the whole face and made him look particularly ferocious. At this time, his hand holding the dagger trembled slightly.

"Instor, it's me, I'm Nie Xiaoxi! I loved the student who contradicted you the most. Nie Xiaoqian straightened up and said excitedly.

Zhuo San did not look back. He looked at Ning Caichen with a complicated expression. Finally, he sighed and put away the dagger, but still didn't say anything.

"You have recognized me, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't keep your hands everywhere just now. With your ability, I can't make three moves under you. Nie Xiaoqian took a step forward and looked more excited, "Teaching officer, will you go back? We all miss you very much and look forward to you going back!"

"Don't come here. Your instructor is dead. I'm Zhuo San now." Zhuo San's sharp eyes suddenly became melancholy.

Poo!

After hearing this sentence, Ning Caichen, who had been immersed in the dog-blooded plot, finally couldn't help laughing.

But as soon as he laughed, he realized that it seemed to be inappropriate to laugh at this time. In the face of two murderous eyes, he threw down the folding chair in his hand: "That... Xiaoxi, it turned out to be his own people! That's easy to do. Sit down and have a cup of tea. Can we talk about it slowly? Why do you have to use a knife and a gun!"

He carefully glanced at Zhuo San, rubbed his side, pointed to Nie Xiaoxi's clothes and said, "I'll put on my clothes first. Xiaoxi, throw me your clothes."

Bah!

Nie Xiaoxi stared at him, spat gently, grabbed the clothes around her and threw them down.

When Ning Caichen took the clothes in his hand, he finally took a sip of it. He put it on very neatly.

"Caichen, what happened?" At the door, Liu Yadie and Li Ling appeared almost at the same time. Liu Yadie still held a baton in her hand. Seeing the man in black standing in the middle of the room, she immediately raised the baton, "Who are you?"

"Xiaoxi, it's nothing to do with you. Let's go out first!" Nie Xiaoqian sighed and whispered, at this time, her tone was particularly soft, and she was not as domineering as usual.

Ning Caichen nodded to them: "Go back to the room first and explain to you later."

Liu Yadie and Li Ling heard the words and looked at each other: "Be careful." Then, the two walked away, but they were not far away. They just stood in the corridor and were still observing what was happening in the room.

With the "Tianji Benlu" in hand, Ning Caichen no longer had the panic just now. He stood up straight and said coldly, "Mr. Zhuo, I just want to ask you one thing. Who asked you to kill me?" Zhuo San is a person that Nie Xiaoxi knows and has no friendship with him. What's more, he almost killed himself just now. Now he is still a little afraid. It's strange that he can give him a good face.

"Caichen." Perhaps it was Ning Caichen's tone. Nie Xiaoqian turned her head and looked at him angrily, blinked at him and reminded him softly.

"Tell me, I can let you go." Ning Caichen ignored Nie Xiaoxi and repeated.

"Caichen, can I talk to the instructor?" Seeing that Zhuo San's face suddenly became sharp, Nie Xiaoxi quickly stopped in front of Ning Caichen and prayed in a low voice.

"Xiaoxi, does the person I teach need to talk to others in this tone?" Zhuo San stared at Nie Xiaoxi with dark eyes, "You get out of the way and let me teach this ignorant boy a lesson." Seeing that Nie Xiaoxi did not move, he snorted coldly, "Don't worry, I won't kill him again. However, I will let him learn how to speak!"

No wonder Nie Xiaoxi has a self-righteous bad temper! Can you learn from such an instructor? Ning Caichen rolled his eyelids and was speechless. He also saw that he would never ask anything from this guy tonight! There are only a few of his enemies. As soon as he took action yesterday, he took revenge today. They did it without asking!

What's more, Ning Caichen doesn't want to fight with this madman, even if he has the "Tianji Benlu" in hand! When fighting at this time, no matter who happens, he will cause trouble for himself.

He wants revenge, and he can wait for this matter to come over, isn't he?

Thinking of this, Ning Caichen suddenly felt a little depressed and shook his head and smiled faintly: "You go! If I don't ask, I won't call the police."

But in Zhuo's eyes, it became a sign of cowardice. He was stunned for a moment, and the sarcasm on his face was stronger, but he did not insist on taking action.

Nie Xiaoxi smiled gratefully at Chaoning Caichen and whispered, "Inductor, I'll send you out!"

Zhuo San stared at Ning Caichen, hesitated for a long time, and then sighed, "Xiaoxi, you are here today. I'll set fire to this guy for the time being. However, I advise you to leave this guy! He doesn't deserve you."

Ning Caichen looked like an idiot.

Nie Xiaoxi smiled bitterly: "Instor, don't say this. I'll send you out first!"

Zhuo San was confused by them, but he still understood something and couldn't help sneering: "Ning Caichen, although I don't know what you rely on? But I can tell you responsibly that if Xiaoxi hadn't been here today, ten of you would have died.

Ning Caichen's face changed slightly. He touched his nose and forced himself to say, "Intor Zhuo, isn't luck also a part of a person?"

"Luck!?" Zhuo San snorted disdainfully, "I never believe in any luck! Xiaoxi, let's go! I also have something to say to you."

Nie Xiaoxi nodded and followed Zhuo San out.

At the door, Zhuo San paused slightly and threw something to Ning Caichen's ** with a wave of his hand: "Ning Caichen, a person's good luck is always limited. You pray that your good luck will always be with you!"

** Ten things like remote control, with only one red and one green buttons on it. Ning Caichen picked it up and had a very bad feeling in his heart. He frowned and asked, "What is this?"

"Don't press it!" Nie Xiaoxi's face changed greatly and hurriedly reminded her.

"The remote control switch of explosives." Zhuo San walked out without looking back. "Before I came, I had buried 40 explosives around this house. As long as I press this, the whole house will be blown to pieces, of course, including the people living in the house." His hoarse voice laughed a few times, "Ning Caichen, do you still believe in your good luck now?"

Ning Caichen's face suddenly turned pale, sweating coldly, and his hands and feet were cold. This time he was really scared!