Chapter 136 Black Clothes

Sun Quan is extremely deep in the city and has a strong sense of power. If in his eyes, he has no use value at all and is determined to sit by and watch himself be destroyed by Liu Bei, then Sun Quan will never take the risk of offending Liu Bei and treat himself so well.

But now I don't see it. Most of the time, there are other calculations in the blue eyes in my heart. Liu Feng thought that he would be safe. In any case, he could only endure the surname and watch the change.

"Since Wu Hou is not here, why don't I wait a few more days?" Liu Feng no longer insisted on seeing Wu Hou, but changed his mouth, and the guest was at his convenience.

Averned by Dongwu's car, he entered Muling City, crossed several bustling streets, and went all the way to a post not far from Wuhou Military Mansion.

"My Marquis Wu was afraid that others would disturb General Liu's rest, so he deliberately vacated the whole hall. General Liu should have a good rest. If you need anything, please feel free to ask. I'll visit the general later."

"Mr. Lu, you're welcome."

After a few polite words, Lv Fan settled Liu Feng properly and left.

As Lv Fan said, a large pavilion is empty at this moment. Except for more than a dozen servants and maidservants, there is only one guest.

Liu Fengmu changed his clothes and washed the dust of the journey. After sleeping, a rich dinner was ready. Wine, vegetables, fruits and vegetables were all superior and delicious. Liu Fengsuo let go of his stomach and had a big meal.

Three days in a row, Dongwu served him well and entertained him with great enthusiasm. Lv Fan also came to visit him twice, but he never mentioned anything else except for greeting.

Liu Feng once secretly checked the vicinity of Guanyi. Not only were there fully armed soldiers deployed at the front and back doors, but also patrols were arranged around. According to Liu Feng's observation, many of the servants in the hall were also hiding martial arts. Obviously, they were all pretending to be soldiers.

At night, Liu Feng could always notice that from time to time, outside the door and outside the window, there would be eyes of the wall monitoring him, and Bai said that when he went out as a guest to enjoy the style of the mausoleum, in addition to the accompanying escort, he also secretly followed a lot of cloth detectives, surrounded him all the time.

'I came to the mausoleum alone. Even if I have bad intentions, what will there be? Sun Quan, Sun Quan, you guard against me like a thief, it's the heart of a villain.'

Liu Feng was dissatisfied, but because he went to the country for thousands of miles, he asked for people, and he only had temporary forbearance. For all the prevention measures, he only pretended not to know. He should eat and sleep every day, and enjoy it safely.

On the evening of the fourth day, the moon star was sparse. After dinner, Liu Feng took a walk in the courtyard of Guanyi for a while as usual, and then went back to his room to sleep with his head covered.

After a long time, he snored like thunder. It sounded like Liu Feng was sleeping soundly outside, but at this moment, Liu Feng was actually staring at the roof in a tray.

'This Sun Quan always hangs me here. What kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?'

He said in vain that even Liu Feng, who was confident, was a little uneasy at this moment. He tossed and turned sleepless and thought hard about Sun Quan's thoughts.

Unconsciously, it was already in the middle of the night. Even the secret monitors hiding outside the window were already sleepy and retreated quietly to rest, but Liu Feng was still clear-eared and not sleepy at all.

Suddenly, a trace of footsteps floated into his ear. The voice quietly approached Liu Feng's house under the cover of cicadas. It was extremely subtle. If it hadn't been for Liu Feng's super perceptual ability, it would be difficult for ordinary people to hear it.

The sound of footsteps stopped outside the door, and then I heard a very slight friction sound like a knife scraping wood.

'Someone tilted the door bolt with a dagger from the outside!'

This idea immediately flashed in Liu Feng's mind, and he was a little surprised. Previously, he thought he was just a monitor, but the man outside actually wanted to sneak into his room, which naturally aroused Liu Feng's high alertness.

thumped, the door bolt was removed, and it was quiet for a moment. The door was gently pushed open. Under the moonlight, a black figure crept into the room.

With the lightness of the man's steps alone, Liu Feng knew that the man's martial arts were not weak, and he was dressed in night clothes, and most of them were not good.

Liu Feng pretended to be asleep, but one hand had quietly reached into the side of the couch and touched the blue sword he carried with him.

As soon as the man in black entered the room, he came straight to him and moved a few steps closer to him. Liu Feng immediately felt a strong murderous atmosphere coming.

Under the shadow of the moon, the cold light shines. It is a bright short sword, reflecting the silver light of the moon.

In the dark, the eyes trapped in the black cloth flashed with a few faint stars.

The man in black stared at him quietly, as if he were examining the fish on a plate and where to start. After a while, Liu Feng clearly heard a cold hum.

Suppedly, the cold light flowed, the man in black shook his wrist, and the edge of the dagger broke through the air and stabbed Liu Feng's heart.

It's really a killer!

Liu Feng had already taken precautions. When the edge of the sword moved, he turned to the side as quickly as an ape.

Poo!

With a harsh sound of the board cracking, the assassin was extremely strong, and a sword pierced the air, which actually penetrated deep into the couch.

When the sword was not hit, the assassin seemed to be surprised, but his reaction was extremely fast. When the dagger fell, he took the opportunity to pick it forward again. I don't know whether the opponent's strength is fierce or the dagger is too sharp. The cold front is like cutting tofu, easily cutting off the thick couch and cutting Liu Feng's waist in the wind.

'What a quick reaction!'

Liu Feng couldn't think too much. He suddenly supported his left hand, and his whole body got up. When he turned around, he took the opportunity to kick the assassin's face, and then came first. Liu Feng's reaction was obviously better.

The assassin did not seem to expect Liu Feng's martial arts. He only put down a back move. This head-on kick came, forcing the assassin to be in a hurry. He turned back like a swallow, and steadily fell two feet away.

Before landing, Liu Fengren had rushed out of the couch, with a buzz of "zheng", the cold light soared, and the blue sword came out of its sheath, like a white rainbow, piercing the darkness of the night and piercing the throat of the man in black.

At the moment of landing, the surging cold light had rushed to his face. The assassin seemed to expect that Liu Feng would take advantage of the situation to counterattack and immediately hold the sword to block each other.

How can an ordinary short sword resist the green sword? In a harsh sound of metal tearing, the short sword heard by the assassin's hand was cut off in an instant, and the sharp edge of the sword was unstoppable.

A sound of shock was heard in the dark. Obviously, the assassin did not expect that there would be a sword in Liu Feng's hand.

In a short distance, the assassin's life and death were in the hands of Liu Feng, but the sword that wanted to pass through the throat stopped stabbing at the moment of life and death.

Liu Feng did not intend to kill, but wanted to keep a living mouth and torture who was the messenger behind the scenes.

However, at the moment of mercy under his hands, the assassin grasped a line of flaws with agility, turned sharply, and fled to the door in a few steps.

"Where to escape!"

The long sword in mid-air swept out obliquely. Although the sword was fast, the assassin's body was extremely light, and he only delayed for a moment, which gave him the control of the sword curtain. When the cold light passed, only a wisp of the assassin's hair was cut off. When Liu Feng chased to the door, the assassin had disappeared.

After getting rid of the assassin, Liu Feng was a little sorry. With the moonlight, he bent down and picked up a wisp of broken hair that fell on the threshold.

The dark hair is as soft as silk, faintly, and there seems to be a faint fragrance.

Liu Feng noticed something and went back to the room to smell it. Sure enough, there was the strange fragrance left by the assassin everywhere.

"It turned out to be a woman..." Holding the wisp of green silk, Liu Feng's eyes were full of suspicion.