The story of Yu Wuli is very messy and upside down.

Bai Qin, who heard the people, had been ignorant when he heard Qiu Xin fall in love with him later, and carefully brushed it again, only to understand why he wanted to turn over those old things again.

Is...... O iniquity!

If you ask where in the world today is the place that can be called a fairyland on earth? The people of the world must answer without hesitation, Qingqiu Palace.

It is a rare place where the four seasons are like spring, full of rare trees, fairy herbs, and spring water, and you can hear the crisp singing of birds everywhere, and the laughter of maidservants playing.

If you ask who is the most frightening person in the world today? The world must tell you without thinking that the palace master of the Qingqiu Palace, the nine-tailed fox immortal Yan Qingyang.

The terrain of Qingqiu Palace is secret, and people who are not in the palace cannot find its specific location, and this palace master, Yan Qingyang, is a perennial dragon who sees the head but does not see the end, and few people know his true appearance, but it is rumored that his martial arts are extremely high, and no one can beat him.

Then why does he make the world fearful and talk about the tiger's color change?

This also starts with how the Qingqiu Palace is famous all over the world.

In this Qingqiu Palace, not only is the palace master Qingyang a nine-tailed fox fairy from Qingqiu, but the left and right protectors and secret guards in the palace are not idle people.

The right protector Jiang Wentian was born to raise a squirrel into a fine spirit, manage the affairs of the palace, and the clothing, food, housing and transportation of the palace master;

Chu Liluo, the left protector, is the incarnation of the spirit snake that has been in Qinyuetan for 800 years, mastering the foreign economy and trade of the Qingqiu Palace, and an assassination organization composed of seven spirit bird protectors - Yesheng.

In almost every country, there are shops and taverns with Qingqiu Palace as the background, with strong assets and not to be underestimated, and "Ye Sheng", as the first assassination group, is even more powerful.

It is rumored that there is no one they can't kill, as long as they give an order, the seven people instantly turned into a flood beast and pounced on the slain mercilessly. The princes and nobles who died at their hands are innumerable.

Because of this, even if the kings of the countries on the Lingyun Continent had concerns and fears about the financial power of the Qingqiu Palace, they would not do it lightly, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

"No, please...... Didn't you say you're my uncle?Can I stop killing......" The thin, dusty-faced little girl lay on the ground and shivered......

"Kill, or. ”

The cold male voice, the bewitching tone was full of bloodlust and coldness, Qingyang glanced at the group of people opposite, threw down the dagger, and turned to leave.

......

Qiu Xin suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, his hands clenched into fists, and his face looked very tired. I don't know how many times I've dreamed of this......

"Sister Xin, Protector Chu, please go to Lingfang Garden. The waiter's tactful voice interrupted Qiu Xin's thoughts.

"Okay", she casually pulled a black shirt, draped it over her body, her hair was tied up high, dressed like a man, and followed the waiter to Lingfang Garden.

Over the years, her career as a killer has made her more and more accustomed to curling up in the dark, like a kitten abandoned in an abandoned corner, fending for herself, but this does not mean that she does not crave light, on the contrary, she should yearn for light more than anyone else and cherish light.

And Chu Liluo is undoubtedly a pillar of hope and a touch of warmth in her heart. After four years of brutal training in the killer battalion, he stood out and became one of the members of the "Yesheng", which was the first time he had seen that man.

The only man who would tell them in a tone of pity that they were people, not tools, and that blood could blind the eyes, but never the heart.

Not only for her, but also for the entire "Yesheng", it is he who has preserved the last trace of humanity for them, compared to Yan Qingyang, that man is the real god in their hearts.

Lingfang Garden, as its name suggests, thousands of flowers, there are more than 100 kinds of flowers in the garden, competing to open, the position of each flower is carefully arranged, although there are hundreds of colors, but it is not messy and vulgar, but has a unique flavor, it can be seen that the owner of this garden is a person who loves flowers extremely and knows how to appreciate.

Among the flowers, a man in his early twenties, dressed in white, with handsome facial features and a warm and elegant smile on his face, seemed to have come out of the picture scroll, full of poetry and picturesqueness.

He brought the piano to his knees, his fingers jumped quickly and flexibly, wafting out the sound of sorrow, clear and melodious, flowing clouds and water, soothing people's hearts, and dissolving into a scene with the surrounding flowers, which was beautiful.

Qiu Xin dismissed the waiter, stood fifty meters away from the man, closed his eyes, and listened to Shu Yang's piano sound.

For people living in the dark, light is something that can be met but not sought, and they can only look at it quietly and feel the warmth of the light quietly, and they will be satisfied, and they will not want to have it, because they are not qualified.

Chu Liluo raised his head and saw Qiu Xin standing there quietly, his eyes became softer and softer, this kid is still like this, he obviously wants to get closer, but he is standing in place, he doesn't dare to come over, it's almost fifteen, he has grown into a big girl, it's good.

Qiu Xin saw that Chu Liluo had stopped the piano in his hand, and was looking at her with a smile, his ears were slightly red, he coughed lightly, and walked over, "Chu Protector." She bowed respectfully as she said hello.

"Xiao Xin still doesn't have a long memory, when no one is around, just call me away from my eldest brother. The man's gentle voice crossed his heart, Qiu Xin paused, a little embarrassed, and called stiffly, "Li, big brother." ”

The man chuckled, teasing this child is quite funny: "Sit down, Xiaoxin, don't be restrained, come, this is the bamboo leaf green sent by the Gu royal family, try it well." ”

Qiu Xin took the wine, took a sip, his lips and teeth were fragrant, and the aftertaste was endless: "It is worthy of the wine of the Gu clan in the hometown of winemaking, and it really lives up to its name, if you can give me more from the eldest brother, the old drunkard should like it very much." ”

"Okay~" Chu Liluo smiled.

"I don't know what happened when my eldest brother called me?" Qiu Xin drank a few more sips of wine, his nerves relaxed a little, and he remembered that it was time to ask something serious.

"Yes, learn smart. Chu Liluo supported his cheek with one hand, a chuckle on the corner of his mouth, looked at her seriously, and winked mischievously.

"Ahem......" Qiu Xin was very uncomfortable by his hot gaze, his ears burned red, and wine spilled on his body.

Chu Liluo didn't seem to see Qiu Xin's unnaturalness, slowly took a handkerchief, and wiped the remaining wine stains on the corner of her mouth for her, her movements were very gentle, as if she was wiping a fragile porcelain.

Qiu Xin was stunned for a while, but he didn't come to his senses for a while. Chu Liluo withdrew his veil, looked at a certain stupid little guy, and asked with a smile: "What, Xiaoxin, do you still want me to wipe your saliva for you?"

Mouth, saliva?

Qiu Xin suddenly raised his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth, his face was red like cooked shrimp, but it didn't seem to be anything.

"Poofha~" Chu Liluo burst out with a crisp and hearty laugh, this girl also has such a fun side, interesting.

"Chu Protector, if there is nothing else to do, his subordinates will retire first. Realizing that the other party was playing with him, Qiu Xin looked embarrassed, thinking about it, it was better to leave first.

"Don't be in a hurry to leave, how can you not have something serious to do when you were teased before?" Chu Liluo restrained his smile, if he continued to tease, it is estimated that this little woman will run away from herself again, so let's take it when I see it" Tomorrow night, Qiyuan Villa, three hundred and twelve people, not one will be left. ”

"Yes. With an expressionless face and a cold voice, Qiu Xin has now become a bloodthirsty killer with blood on his hands, and he no longer has the posture of the little woman just now.

Even if he is impatient, he still retreats into his own dark night, and the bright times are always so short and beautiful, worthy of being remembered.

Chu Liluo watched her leave fixedly, and muttered, "This may be the last time." There was a trace of helplessness and unbearability in his eyes.

"The old drunkard, the bamboo leaf green of the Gu clan. Qiu Xin casually threw the wine jug at the visitor, leaned on his side, leaned on the trunk of the tree, put his hands around his chest, and was casually chic.

The person who came caught the flask in the air, unscrewed the wine stopper, and poured a few sips into his mouth with his head up, "Good wine." The voice was low and cold.

The old drunkard, no more than twenty-four or five years old, had a rough face, was tall, strong as an ox, and had a pair of crescent scimitars tied to his back.

"Tomorrow night, Qiyuan Villa, inform the others. After speaking, Qiu Xin turned around indifferently, as if the rest of the matter had nothing to do with her.

"Sister Xin, Qiyuan Villa, it's just a slightly famous manor, do you need our Ye Sheng to do it?" The old drunkard lowered his head and pondered, feeling puzzled, as if this matter was not so simple.

Qiu Xin stopped, she understood the concerns of the old drunkard, although they all said that the killer has no feelings, no, it should not be emotional, but the seven of them have known each other for a few years, I don't know how many life and death missions they have experienced, and they have long cultivated an extraordinary tacit understanding.

This is a special feeling that is different from friendship, family affection, and love, and it may be the recognition and communication between the soul and the soul.

Useless chess pieces can only be abandoned, hehe, is this fate?

Qiu Xin smiled bitterly: "Old drunkard, we don't have the right to choose, do we?" and immediately strode away, without stopping for a moment, leaving the old drunkard silent, some things cannot be avoided, so we can only face it.

When night falls, it envelops everything, and the boundless darkness provides good protection against all crimes, and this moment is also the time when those who live in darkness are most active, because it is their world now.

Seven figures quickly shuttled through the streets, roof eaves, stepping over the rubble, and did not make the slightest superfluous sound, so quiet that it gave people the illusion that what they had just passed by might just be a gust of wind.

Finally, in front of a manor, the seven men found a secret place to hide their figures.

This manor looks very ordinary, except for the two stone lions lying in front of the door, the plaque hanging high, the words 'Qiyuan Villa' are written uprightly, and there is not even a gatekeeper, under the support of the night, it seems solemn and silent, lifeless, like a huge tomb, causing people's instinctive disgust and palpitations.

"Ha, there is no one at the door, save Lao Tzu's smoke, sixth, you say, should we push the door directly and go in, or go through the wall garden?"

A playful and flirtatious voice broke the silence of the moment, as if it was too unchallenging to sneer at the assassination of the people in the villa in front of him.

The speaker is a six-foot-tall, sharp-beaked monkey cheek man, a pair of slender eyes flashing a little thief light, this person is the fourth in line Zhang Meng, a thousand-faced flying squirrel into a fine, martial arts in the "Ye Sheng" is only considered medium, but proficient in disguise, hidden weapons, fog bombs, light skills are also a must.

He called the sixth child, a white scholar, holding a crossbow in his right hand, with no missing bullets, the arrow is cross-shaped, and the wings have barbs, if he is stabbed, it is difficult to pull it out, and it is most appropriate for distant assassination.

The scholar glanced at him angrily, being a killer is the most important thing to be steady and introverted, this person has been so many years, how can he still look like a hanger, in any case, he can have fun and laugh, snorted coldly, turned his head, and acted as if he didn't hear it.

"Hey, you kid, have you grown hair?"

"Okay, fourth, don't make trouble here. Zhang Meng was a little annoyed when he saw that the scholar ignored him.

As soon as he walked over, someone hurriedly stopped him, and when he turned around, he saw that it was a swallow-ringed leopard eye, a big man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a meteor hammer wrapped around his waist.

"Lao Wu is hiding away, it's none of your business. Zhang Meng said angrily.

"If you make any more trouble, quit 'Yesheng', and you don't have to participate in the next mission," the voice was cold and stiff, unsubdued, making people feel inexplicably depressed, and everyone stopped talking and looked at the speaker.

Long Kui is the oldest in this group, he acts calmly and low-key, he is thoughtful, he carries a sword on his back, he is proficient in music and rhythm, he is good at disturbing the true qi in the enemy's body with the sound of the flute, and rarely draws his sword to kill, I don't know why.

He pondered for a moment, and felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, it was too quiet, so quiet that it aroused the vigilance of his killer instinct, and he was afraid that this matter was not so simple, so he asked:

"Qiu Xin, what do you think?"

Qiu Xin glanced around and was silent, no matter how weird it was, the task must be completed, this is the mission of "Yesheng", and he will not rest until he dies.

"Why do you ask her, if you want me to say, just kill through the back door. ”

A delicate female voice came from a burst of softness, Du Sanniang swayed her thin waist like a water snake, and her waist was surrounded by a nine-curved dragon whip, she was a master of using a whip, her beautiful face was full of provocative glances at Qiu Xin, and the corners of her mouth were pursed, looking charming and lovely.

Long Kui looked at the manor carefully, and felt that it was safest to enter through the back door, so he immediately said in a deep voice: "Okay, go through the back door."

From beginning to end, Qiu Xin didn't say a word, walked with his head down, couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, and quietly followed at the end, the old drunkard saw this, walked to Qiu Xin's side, looked at the manor, and said in a low voice:

"There are some things that should come and can't be hidden. ”