Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

The world's number one assassin in the world of famous killers was tied up tightly in this way, packed in a large piece of rags that once wrapped salted fish, and was escorted into the small courtyard of the palace by Wang Gui.

Dou Liang thought it was funny - before today, no matter how rich his imagination was, he never imagined that he would be in such a mess in his life. The stench of salted fish kept getting into his nostrils, making his head dizzy. But he didn't feel particularly uncomfortable.

In the past, he had hibernated beside a cesspit for three full days in order to wait for a chance to kill. Finally, when the target had time to go to the toilet, he killed the target with one blow, and threw it into the cesspit to vent his anger.

After that mission, Dou Liang seldom found any smells really unbearable.

Li Xin was talking to Chen Youlan, but Wang Gui suddenly called him outside the door, saying that he had something important to discuss. He comforted Chen Youlan calmly, walked out of the room, walked away with Wang Gui, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"That assassin that day." Wang Gui hesitated for a moment, but in the end he was too embarrassed to say that he was captured, and changed his words, "He delivered it to the door himself."

"Huh?" Li Xinren was dumbfounded.

what happened? What does it mean that the assassin came to your door? Came to surrender?

Of course Wang Gui could see Li Xin's bewilderment. But he didn't know what to say, so he shrugged his shoulders and said: "The old slave doesn't know why he came. So I tied it up first, and asked the prince to check."

Li Xin asked, "Are you bound firmly? You won't suddenly explode and hurt someone, right? If I lose a single hair, you should be careful with your skin!"

Wang Gui nodded repeatedly, and said: "This old slave knows that this old slave knows. Don't worry, my lord, they are tied tightly, even the arms are removed, so I can't move at all."

Li Xin nodded and heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this.

Although the possibility of this is very small, what if the assassin is unwilling to give up and insists on taking risks and putting himself to death to survive? Looking for a reason to approach Li Xin, as if he had learned from the past and changed his past. Who would have thought that the last picture would be poor, blood spattered five steps. This kind of death is too unjust, and it will be written in the history books for thousands of years, right?

Chu Wangxin died because of his credulous trust in assassins.

Think about it all shocking.

This kind of worry lasted until the moment Li Xin really saw Dou Liang before it completely disappeared—damn it, they were all bundled up into rice dumplings, if this could really kill people, then Li Xin really died unjustly.

Wang Gui added in a low voice: "I searched my body eight times, and I didn't leave him with any blades."

Li Xin nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

"My lord, I finally saw you, woo woo woo" Dou Liang was fine when he didn't see Li Xin, but when he saw Li Xin, all kinds of grievances he had experienced today immediately came to his heart, his nose was sore, and his eyes were red.

Li Xin was full of question marks, and turned to look at Wang Gui beside him: Is this the assassin you missed that day? Why doesn't it look like it!

Wang Gui smacked his lips and responded with his eyes: Don't ask me, I don't know either, just ask him directly.

Li Xin stepped forward and asked, "You were the one who wanted to do something to me that day?"

Dou Liang nodded without hesitation, and said excitedly, "Yes, yes, it's me. Do you remember me?"

Li Xin: "."

I remember you big head ghost!