Although Adrian tried his best to dodge. But it was too late—when he saw the blade, the gleaming murder weapon was already less than two punches away from him. And he sat on a chair, and the space for movement was very limited.

At the very moment, Adrian slammed the table in front of him like a conditioned reflex, and at the same time tried his best to lean back, relying on the reaction force to make the chair fall back directly.

His body and chair hit the ground heavily, and the dull sound was especially loud in the middle of the night. Adrian snorted, panting on the ground. The head that was thrown was in heat, and his eyes were dazed. He felt numb in his chest, numb and cold in his limbs, unable to exert himself. He felt some dampness on his forehead. He stretched out his trembling right hand and touched it, feeling a burst of pain. Only then did he realize that his forehead had been cut by the point of the sword. Blood trickled down the nose and into his mouth. Warm and refreshing.

It's an assassin!

After waking up for a moment, Adrian reacted immediately. Who is this assassin? Charles's? Or Benito's? Why is the assassin able to get close to him without his heart stopping? Does he have any accomplices? Are there any of them in the Holy See? Is there an ambush outside?

"damn it

Adrian cursed in a low voice, trying to turn himself over with his hands that started to tremble violently. As a result, he pushed hard with both hands, but he pushed himself off the chair and fell off. He is old after all, and his bones are almost brittle. Even if he knew that the assassin was only a window away from him, he still couldn't get up for a while. Adrian Shi coughed in pain and wanted to shout out, but he was too weak to speak. His chest seemed to be tightly attached to his back, and it would be extremely painful to inhale hard, and he wanted it very much. But at this moment, Adrian noticed from the corner of his eye that the long sword that had been pierced in was withdrawn from the window. .

In a few seconds, it chopped down again! With a piercing rattling sound. Several wires were cut by the well. Realized that Zi 2 would not be able to get up at half past one, and the assassin was about to break through the window. Adrian immediately gave up the idea of ​​forcibly getting up. A strong desire to survive drives him to crawl on the ground. His dual cultivation alternately exerted strength, panting heavily, and crawled towards the corner of the room.

Adrian's hands trembled, his mind was spinning, and the strong sense of nausea made him want to lie on the ground and start vomiting, but he obviously couldn't do that. He tried his best to calm down, and the flames in his eyes gradually burned, and the flames danced unsteadily. As the assassin's voice fell, the sound of sharp metal breaking sounded behind him. The barbed wire was finally cut off by the assassin and fell on the table. And an iron glove stretched out from outside the house, grabbing the remaining barbed wire on the green, and breaking them inward to prevent it from scratching its own skin.

"I said I'm the only one in this room...do you believe me?"

Adrian Shi panted heavily, but smiled confidently, turned over and moved back. He just sat on the ground leaning against the wall like that, looking like an assassin who was about to come in from the window. The man just replied modestly: "I believe you, Your Excellency the Pope. I don't think the Pope will lie.

"Then I will tell you plainly that you have been deceived by someone. Adrian spoke intermittently in a somewhat weak voice. But his eyes were bright and firm, and his calm and clear words were full of persuasiveness: "Even if It is a king, and the murder of the pope is also an unforgivable and mortal crime of disrespect. After death, it will be written in the history books and be abandoned. So if you kill me. The people behind you will kill you to silence you—but if you let me go, it will be different Listen up, young man, you must believe what I say next. If only you know my whereabouts, he can only send you to chase me, and you can take the opportunity to escape... I can give you a promise. The figure slowly breaking down the barbed wire. He kept persuading in a low voice. But there was no further response from outside the window. In the end, Adrian could only sit on the sidelines, watching the man flatten the barbed wire little by little, his heart was intense! the jumper.

And the assassin turned in from the outside.

Somewhat beyond Adrian's expectations - it was a young man with brown hair and blue eyes. He looked no more than sixteen years old, his face was pale, his pupils were as transparent as ice, and there were freckles on his face, he looked like a timid student. But his right hand held a blood-stained steel sword, while his left hand wore a heavy iron glove. He is very tall. Just turning in from the outside of the window is very strenuous. Adrian was slightly taken aback when he saw his face clearly. He vaguely felt that he had seen this person somewhere, "You said you believed me!"

Derian Shi looked at him who was silent, and raised his voice and shouted sharply: "You should believe me, child! The king will lie, but the pope will not lie!

"No, Your Excellency the Pope." The man just replied very politely: "Never lie... only dead people." The young man said softly, took a step forward, and stepped on the edge of the table. At the same time, Ah The fire in Derian's eyes suddenly lit up.

The bench on the ground shook violently, floated up as if it had come to life, and smashed towards the young assassin.

The young man raised and lowered the long sword, splitting the chair neatly. The wine glasses and books in the room floated up one by one and smashed towards the young man. But that force is not that great, and it is no different from an adult throwing with all his strength. The young man ignored the books and clothes, and slashed back the knives, cups and plates. The wine barrel was split open by him, and the fresh wine spilled on him like blood, and the room was filled with a fruity aroma. He casually grabbed a silver cup flying by his side, shook his left hand, and pointed the cup towards Adrian's. Smash it in the face.

Adrian wanted to reach out to block it, but he was a beat slower. His right eye was hit by the teacup, and he couldn't help crying out in pain. But at the same time, he pushed hard and pressed his back against the wall. Standing with difficulty, he waved his hand, and all the water in the room floated up. It turned into red wine at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then boiled by itself. But before the boiling wine was poured on the young man, the young man easily jumped from the table to Adrian's side, and the long sword slashed at Adrian's neck. The old pope sat down in embarrassment, barely dodging the attack.

The light in his eyes lit up again, and at the same time he pushed the bookcase beside him hard.

The heavy bookcase immediately fell towards the young man. At the same time, broken chairs, broken cups and jugs, and knives were attached to the young man's back. The young assassin had no choice but to turn back and raise his left hand towards the broken foam. His iron gloves were slightly red, and then an invisible air wave exploded instantly, shattering those flying arrow-like debris in one go.

The aftermath of the air wave hit the wall, making a loud noise like a sledgehammer hitting the wall. In this compartment, Adrian, who was behind the young man, was already kneeling on the ground, turning his hands away without any confusion, and using his strength to get up, he wanted to escape directly.

But the next moment, Adrian's pupils shrank suddenly. "I'm sorry, Grandpa Pope."

Another young voice sounded outside the door: "I can't let you see me. The moment Adrian I opened the door, another long sword squeezed in through the crack of the door, and directly pierced A Derian's boobs!