Generally speaking, although there may be dead soldiers around them, it is also dangerous to be made into Zhao Qingyi's target.

Because Zhao Rong felt that if he were an old member of the Fuyao Elector Mansion who was making suggestions, if he were to put himself in his shoes, he would be in such a situation of being hunted to the ends of the earth, and the Fuyao Elector bloodline would be in danger.

Then he will never show mercy even to his own people.

Just take the cruelest move and even deceive your own people:

Let the 'target' himself think that they are Zhao Qingyi and the young master, and let the dead soldiers think that they are protecting the real young master.

Then, "out of desperation", after the enemy came to the door, everyone fought to the death, but in the end, the success fell short. The "young master" died, or was half-dead and captured...

Thereby deceiving the enemy into thinking that the last bloodline of the Elector Fuyao had been extinguished, he stopped and left.

Of course, if we can use this 'target' to kill all the enemies in one fell swoop, then there is no need to sacrifice so many of our own people and waste all the above-mentioned setbacks.

But even the Fuyao Elector Mansion in its heyday was destroyed.

It is estimated that it will be difficult for the remaining old people to do this.

So I can only use the most ruthless move.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath.

To sum up, as a chess target, although it is dangerous, if you can get through it without the worst situation happening, then the world will be brighter from now on, unless your brain gets hot and you choose to go back to serve.

Because after being used once, it has almost no use value anymore, which also means that it is completely safe.

However, if Zhao Rong and Qingjun Qian'er are not targets, in other words, only two of them are.

The real Zhao Qingyi is hidden among the three of them, and the core old people of Fuyao Elector Mansion are secretly surrounding them. They have set up a trap for more than ten years to protect the three of them the most.

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Then, Zhao Rong felt that this was the worst and worst situation.

As for why...

At this moment, Zhao Rong stood alone in the blood-like sunset, staring at the strange and unfamiliar characters on the sword in front of him, silently.

Zhao Rong suddenly wanted to ask Li Bai.

Is he a master?

Are he and his wife Qian'er already involved?

If you are already in the situation, what kind of situation does it belong to?

However, in the end, Zhao Rong did not speak, because now was not the time to explore these matters. So many years had passed peacefully, and what was the truth...he was not in a hurry.

The sword in his hand, which had only one word engraved on it and was not too wild, made him feel slightly relieved.

My heart is becoming more and more inclined to the situation that he and Qingjun Qian'er may be Zhao Qingyi's stand-in targets.

If that's the case...

Zhao Rong couldn't help but sigh.

He remembered that he had said before that the Elector of Fuyao was one of the most powerful among the nine Electors. His branches also spread throughout the world and were very powerful.

But right now, this is still a small Wangque Continent, and I don’t know how the old people of the Fuyao Elector’s Mansion arranged it in the other eight continents, and how much effort they spent on it.

How many descendants of the Zhao family died, and the collateral families were either fragmented or wiped out by "accident".

Just like the collateral Zhao family that was destroyed by the demon dragon in the Zhishui Kingdom last time, a genius of the Wangquezhou Zhao family who was as famous as Qingjun fell. I wonder if the Sikou Mansion has found the culprit...

This is an enemy that can rival the top electors of the human race, or is it hiding in the dark...

At this moment, the setting sun faded from Zhao Rong's body, and the lights from the nearby shops shone on his sharply angular profile.

Zhao Rong silently memorized the outline of the ancient character on the sword, and then slowly put the sword into its sheath with his right hand.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Li Bai raised his right eyebrow slightly.

He folded his hands and turned his head to look at the small bright moon with a faint outline on the eastern sky in the opposite direction behind him.

The man holding the sword, who was not holding the sword, turned around, looked at the Confucian scholar who was no longer admiring the sword in the sunset, and grinned.

At this moment.

"Good sword."

Zhao Rong suddenly nodded and sighed.

Without his sword, Li Bai folded his arms habitually, looking with interest at the shops on the street that were gradually lighting up.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but glance at Zhao Rong, raised his hand and pinched his chin with some green stubble, and analyzed:

"I didn't expect that your boy has good taste. Not only does he have a good eye for women, but he also has a good eye for swords. I won't do it this time."

Zhao Rong was looking down at the three-foot green blade in his hand. At this moment, he raised his head and frowned in thought.

He said seriously: "Appreciating women's taste? Hmm... Zhao Ziyu is not the one who is the best when it comes to finding a wife. I really can't lose to anyone. The first time I saw Qingjun, I knew she was my wife."

His tone was solemn, as if he meant what he said.

Li Bai grinded his teeth, "Do you still have such ability?"

Zhao Rong continued to talk casually: "I am not talented, but I have three great pleasures in this life. Reading in front of the window on a rainy night, reading the sword with a lamp on at night, and admiring the beauty alone under the moon."

Li Bai gave him a thumbs up.

Zhao Rong suddenly raised his head and said, "Uncle Xiaobai, what is the name of this sword?"

Li Bai looked around, "It's written on the sword."

Zhao Rong frowned, "You know this word."

Li Bai said casually, "I don't know him."

Zhao Rong was speechless, "Then how do you know this is the name of the sword?"

Li Bai glanced sideways and gave him a contemptuous look.

"The name of the sword is written on the blade of the sword. Isn't that how it is written in chivalrous stories? Isn't it common sense? You don't know this, how did you get out of here? It's too ridiculous."

"However, I usually call it Sanchi, because there are a lot of swords of this style on the market, and they are collectively called Sanchi swords. So let's call it Sanchi. It's a good name."

Three feet Qingfeng, three feet? This is too casual.

Zhao Rong smiled.

Li Bai suddenly asked curiously: "Is your boy really so good at appreciating women?"

Zhao Rong said clearly: "Are you unable to bear the loneliness and want to find a wife? It turns out that masters are also lonely."

Li Bai shook his head, "No, I'm just curious. Show it to Xiao Qian'er. Who can accept this girl?"

Zhao Rong was quiet for a moment, then immediately straightened his face and said in a very serious tone:

"Xiao Qian'er is so lovely, of course she can find a very good husband who is also very happy with her. Do you still need to ask? Uncle Xiao Bai, there is something wrong with your thinking."

Li Bai: “…………”

After talking to He Xini, Zhao Rong saw that Li Bai was silent and said to himself that it was true. Then he turned back as if nothing had happened and saw that the little girl had already finished shopping not far behind him and was squinting at them.

Want to trick me? No way!
Chapter completed!