Out of the dungeon door.

Hu San then walked over, approached Zhao Ding, and shouted respectfully: "Your Majesty."

"How many people in Youzhou City are actually spies from Nan Chen under the guise of doing business?"

Zhao Ding lazily sat on the steps of the pavilion, squinting at the early morning sun.

Since we are doing business with Nanchen and Beiliang, this kind of thing is unavoidable.

"Last month, Your Majesty, you asked me to kill two chickens to scare the monkeys, and now there are five left."

Hu San replied truthfully.

In addition to being the housekeeper of Prince Zhao Ding's Mansion, Hu San.

Another task is to monitor Nanchen and Beiliang spies in Youzhou City.

As for why he was kept and not killed.

It is of course useful to keep it.

Zhao Ding smacked his lips, thought for a long time and said: "Find an opportunity to reveal the exact location of our magical cannon to these people."

"ah?"

Hearing Zhao Ding's words, Hu San was stunned for a moment, with a look of embarrassment on his face: "Your Majesty, aren't you saying that you have revealed our trump card to others?"

Zhao Ding rolled his eyes, stood up, and lightly kicked Hu San's butt: "You already know something, how can I not know it?"

"Hehe, that's right."

Hu San smiled and rubbed the shoe print left by Zhao Ding on his butt.

"Hurry up and do it. This time, my lord, I want to play all over the world."

Zhao Ding glared at Hu San.

Then, he continued to lie on the wicker chair in the pavilion.

"yes."

Upon hearing this, Hu San quickly ran outside.

Watching Hu San's leaving figure.

A meaningful smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Ding's mouth.

Dare to take advantage of his magical cannon.

Then play a big one.

At this moment, Zhao Ding suddenly turned his head and looked at the pool outside the pavilion, smacked his lips and said, "I've been looking at it for so long, it's time to come out."

As Zhao Ding's words fell.

The originally calm lake surface suddenly stirred up waves.

A figure wearing powerful clothing, who could not tell whether he was a man or a woman, suddenly jumped out of the lake, and a cold light flashed in his hand.

A dagger less than a foot long appeared in the figure's hand and stabbed directly at Zhao Ding.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you said you didn't choose a night to kill someone. Why do you have to come here during the day?"

Zhao Ding smacked his mouth.

Lying on the wicker chair, still smiling.

He also picked up a washed grape and put it in his mouth.

"Bitch thief, I'm going to kill you today."

When the killer saw that Zhao Ding was still lying on the wicker chair without dodging, he immediately spoke.

But the voice that came out was a woman's voice.

Not to mention, it sounds pretty good.

"Tsk, I didn't expect it to be a girl? Her voice is pretty nice."

Zhao Ding smiled, looked at the empty back and shouted: "Be gentle, maybe your prince and I can get you a princess back."

"yes."

As Zhao Ding's words fell.

A figure wearing a green gown and a crooked hat suddenly jumped down from the pavilion above Zhao Ding, raised his hand and slapped the female assassin on the head.

The female assassin's expression changed drastically, and she would move backwards whenever she moved.

But the man was so fast, like a flexible ape, that he stretched out his five fingers and directly grabbed the female assassin's shoulder.

"Aren't you the tour guide?"

Seeing clearly the voice and face that jumped out from under the eaves of the pavilion, the female assassin was startled, but the dagger in her hand suddenly stabbed Zhang San.

Zhang San grinned: "Who told you that if you become a tour guide, you can't be a guard? Don't you know it's hard to make money these days?

It’s not easy being a tour guide, you can only earn a living by working part-time as a guard.”

Zhang San grinned.

A pair of hands instantly turned into eagle claws, and the hands were like boneless snakes, avoiding the female assassin's stabbing dagger, and at the same time wrapped around the female assassin's shoulders.

The five fingers clenched slightly.

Click!

Click!

Two crisp bone chirping sounds sounded.

The female assassin's arm suddenly collapsed softly.

"ah!"

A scream sounded.

The female assassin instantly retreated and hurriedly turned around and ran outside.

When Zhang San is faster.

He caught up with the female assassin in almost two vertical steps.

His hands lightly patted the female assassin's legs.

The female assassin's figure suddenly weakened at her feet.

The whole person fell directly to the ground.

The dagger in her hand flew out the moment her shoulder was dislocated.

Zhang San pulled out a hemp rope from his sleeve and tied it tightly without waiting for the female assassin to speak.

Zhang San then grinned and said: "Please call me outlaw Zhang San from now on!"

After saying that, he ignored the almost murderous look in the female assassin's eyes and directly pressed the female assassin to walk in front of Zhao Ding.

"Your Majesty."

"Um."

Zhao Ding nodded slightly.

Stand up.

He casually pulled the hijab off the face of the female assassin.

An exquisite face appeared in front of Zhao Ding's eyes.

Her skin is clean and tender, her eyebrows are like indigo, her lips are light and red, and a pair of dimples are looming. She is extremely cute.

"Hey, I didn't expect that she is really a beauty. Tsk, tsk, tsk, do you think it's better for me, my lord, to pity the beauty and cherish the beauty, or to destroy the flower with ruthless hands?"

Zhao Ding smacked his lips and stood in front of the female assassin and looked up and down.

This female assassin was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with delicate and smooth skin. Zhao Ding's fingers gently touched the female assassin's face, and he could even feel the elasticity contained in the skin.

But the only flaw is that the female assassin's little face is a little pale at the moment.

Looks like a newbie.

"Bah, you are a scoundrel, I will kill you or cut you into pieces."

The female assassin shook her head and avoided Zhao Ding's fingers.

Zhao Ding smiled: "Oh, hey, he's still a little pepper."

Squatting down, Zhao Ding raised his head and looked at the female assassin: "Tell me, are you from Nanchen or Beiliang?"

Before the female assassin could speak, Zhao Ding smacked his lips again and said, "But in my opinion, you are not from Mobei. The girls in Mobei don't have as smooth skin as you."

"You bastard, I am not a weakling like Nan Chen."

Seeing Zhao Dingran squatting in front of her and commenting on her, the female assassin felt ashamed and angry, and she opened her mouth to bite Zhao Ding.
To be continued...