Chapter 2074 Fang Xing, Who Has a Strong Desire to Kill

"You got promoted?"

Du Qian was watching the carriage going away, and he subconsciously said, "It's just the Dali Temple..."

"It stinks. I think he offended someone, and they made these filthy things to disgust him."

"Yeah! But why do those people from the Wucheng Bingma Division look as sad as if their parents have died?"

"Who knows! Maybe those two people are not ordinary people."

"Don't step on it! Tsk tsk! It's all feces and maggots, stay away."

"..."

People came and went around him, and the voices drifted away.

"I was wrong."

Du Qian was not going to apologize, but his performance today was a bit too much. Fang Xing didn't slap him to death, which was a face-saving thing for Zhu Zhanji.

The onlookers lost their excitement, and some people saw Fang Xing and started whispering.

In an instant, in the hearts of these people, Fang Xing's suspicion rose to more than 90%.

Du Qian also thought so, so he looked at Fang Xing.

These are a pair of deep eyes.

The eyes were small, even squinting.

But when the eyes turned slightly and stared at Du Qian, it seemed as if a light was bursting from the depths of the eyes.

This was murderous intent!

Du Qian was startled and subconsciously dodged to the side.

Fang Xing did not chase after him, but looked forward, with a stronger murderous intent.

Just in front of him, a man walked forward quickly.

And Xin Laoqi had just left Fang Xing.

Du Qian felt relieved and was about to ask who that man was, but Fang Xing said coldly: "Kill him!"

"Yes, sir."

Xiaodao and Fang Wu walked out from behind Fang Xing,

and the two quietly moved over.

Du Qian's face was slightly pale, like the white belly of a fish before the dawn.

"Xinghe Bo..."

Talking about murder in front of the Dali Temple, this matter... Du Qian, who has not yet taken office, feels a little inappropriate, and...

"That man and the three people who threw feces passed by each other before, stopped for a moment, and said a few words."

Xiaodao had already approached the man from the side, and the man suddenly looked back, then ran away.

At this time, the crowd was just dispersing, and it was a time of confusion.

The man rushed into the crowd, and Fang Xing lost his trace after just a few hits.

But Xiaodao kept chasing him, and Fang Wu made a detour from the right to outflank him.

What did the man say?

How did Fang Xing know?

"He said...do it right away!"

Fang Xing quickly followed him, and Du Qian stood there thinking for a while, and finally entered the palace.

He just thanked the emperor and left the palace, so when he arrived at the Qianqing Palace, Zhu Zhanji asked in surprise.

"Your Majesty, someone just now..."

At this time, the person who came to report the news also arrived, and Du Qian stepped aside.

"Your Majesty, those two were attacked just now..."

"... feces and maggots, the two were not injured, but it was quite filthy..."

The corner of Zhu Zhanji's mouth twitched, and the ministers below were a little uneasy, and retching sounds were heard from time to time.

"... The people from the Wucheng Bingmasi are chasing the three people, but Xinghebo is present, and his servants seem to be chasing someone."

Du Qian walked to the middle and said: "Your Majesty, Xinghebo's servants found a person with strange whereabouts and have chased him, but I guess that person... I'm afraid he won't survive."

Fang Xing's murderous intention is so strong!

Yang Rong felt that Fang Xing's methods were a little dangerous, disregarding the law, and even suspected of contempt for the king.

Zhu Zhanji sighed softly, the sound was very light, but it was heard far away in the quiet hall.

Everyone was awe-inspiring, knowing that the emperor was probably angry.

Zhu Zhanji slapped the chair and said: "That uncle and nephew are reckless!"

This is the characterization from the emperor!

——Two people suddenly came to your house and ran around in the capital. What are they trying to do?

Du Qian was startled and suddenly said, "Your Majesty, can someone scold them so that people can know the attitude of the court..."

Zhu Zhanji nodded in appreciation and ordered, "Draft an imperial edict..."

In the past, drafting an imperial edict was considered a top job, which could show one's writing level and one's mind.

But today, everyone hesitated. Finally, under Zhu Zhanji's cold eyes, Yang Rong had to come out and take over the important task.

…

On the street, as the sun gradually rose, the crowd began to disperse to both sides and quickened their pace.

Xiaodao's steps were not big, and the amplitude was very small, but the speed was very fast.

He just turned his eyes slightly and rushed to the left.

At the same time, Fang Wu came from the right side of the intersection in front. He stood in the middle of the crossroad, turned slowly, and then went straight ahead.

Xiaodao saw him, but did not stop, but walked a little faster.

Fang Wu followed closely behind him, two people in front and one behind.

There was a dead end ahead, with only three people ahead...

Fang Wu suddenly accelerated, passed by Xiao Dao, and then blocked him, blocking the sharp sight that suddenly turned around and cast over.

One person!

The big man who turned back said a few words hurriedly, and the two companions beside him immediately turned around and walked over with a grin.

Fang Wu narrowed his eyes and said hurriedly: "Three people, left and right."

After saying that, he drew his long knife.

The three big men on the opposite side, the one in the middle did not move, just observing the left and right walls.

The two big men on the left and right came quickly, and they were holding iron chains in their hands.

As the distance got closer, the two iron chains began to dance.

The sound of whining was approaching, Fang Wu's eyes flickered, and when the other party approached ten steps, he suddenly lowered his head.

He wants to run?

The two men were stunned for a moment, and then they saw a figure jumping up behind Fang Wu.

The person is in the air, and the right hand of the knife is waving.

As soon as the flying knife was sent out, Fang Wu rushed forward with a roar.

The sword flashed and the man on the left was stabbed in the throat. The chains were still dancing according to inertia, then wrapped around his wrists, arms, and finally...

The man on the left fell to the ground suddenly, and the man on the right was frightened because another flying knife appeared in Xiao Dao's right hand.

Fang Wu stepped forward quickly. The man subconsciously waved the knife and raised his left hand at the same time, preparing to block the knife's flying knife.

But Xiao Dao just raised his hand, and then rushed towards the man who stayed there.

He rushed past the man on the right, Fang Wu's long knife swung at the same time.

Blood splattered behind him, and the man in front changed his face and shouted: "Little one..."

The flying knife flashed past, and the knife slowed down.

The man held the throwing knife stuck in his throat and staggered towards the knife.

There was nothing wrong with the knife. He walked over, and just when the man let go of his right hand and was about to grab his neck unsteadily, he quickly grabbed the flying knife and pulled it out...

Turning around, listening to the sound of a human body falling to the ground behind him, Xiaodao said unhappily: "Fifth brother, why don't you want to live?"

…

"This is orthodoxy and a battle of interests."

Ma Su arrived, looking not very good.

"The officials gave you a bad look?"

This is a teahouse. Shen Shitou has already arrived, but he didn't find a chance to talk.

Ma Su wiped the sweat from his forehead and said calmly: "They said it was you again, but my disciple knows that you will not repeat the same method."

Fang Xing smiled and moved to the chair next to him, "You sit down too."

After Shen Shitou sat down, he said with a grimace: "Uncle Xinghe, you definitely didn't do this, but who did it? There is a commotion outside, and His Majesty is not happy. He wants to find out who is behind it..."

"No need to check!"

Fang Xing took a sip of tea and said: "This is not a state matter, it is just a moral issue or a personal grudge. There is no need to involve your Majesty... Your Majesty does not need to worry about these... private matters..."