"Won't forget. Xiang Yiming removed his lips and smiled softly.

"Do you know what you were going to say just now?" Tuoba Qian avoided Xiang Yiming's gaze, looked down at Xiang Yiming's arm around her waist, and burst out laughing, "Yiming, your hands are shaking." ”

"Hmm." Xiang Yiming pursed his lips, he was indeed very nervous, but a person with a personality like him, whether he was nervous or sad, he was used to covering it up.

"Still a nerd. Tuoba Qian withdrew her hands on Xiang Yiming's shoulders, she stood up, was silent for a while, raised her head again, and pursed her mouth, "You have to carry me, I don't want to walk anymore." ”

"Huh?" Xiang Yiming was stunned and let go of the hands that were surrounding Tuoba Qian.

"Carry me, idiot. Tuoba Qian repeatedly, went around to Xiang Yiming's back, and patted Xiang Yiming's back with a smile, "Bend down." ”

Tuoba Qian's words made Xiang Yiming a little helpless, he shook his head, bent down, and let Tuoba Qian pounce.

"It's far away, let's hurry up and chase after it. Tuoba Qian patted Xiang Yiming's shoulder and shouted in a cheerful tone.

"Okay, you're holding on. Xiang Yiming answered, and deliberately staggered forward with Tuoba Qian on his back.

"Stupid, you run steady..."

"Haha, you stick tight.... I'm going to speed up again..."

"Ahh Be steady... Why are you stuck again.. It's stupid..."

..........

The thin window sandpaper splattered scarlet blood, and through the sandpaper, a man could be seen half-kneeling, he covered his bloody throat with both hands, and his mouth was wide open to make a sound.

The white cloth covered the man's throat neatly, and a man in black held a narrow sword, and then filled the sword with a sharp movement, and the man's mouth fell down before he could make a sound, and all the blood in his throat was splashed on the white cloth.

"Ziwen, your hands are shaking. Mellow raised his left hand to wipe the blood droplets from his face, he spoke calmly, and when he held the teacup with his right hand and raised it, he looked down to find that the blood in the cup was spreading.

"I'm not suited to this kind of assassin's work. Yu Ziwen smiled bitterly, and wiped the blood on the blade of the sword with a silk handkerchief.

"Let's go, it's appropriate to kill and kill. Dusting the cup of tea away, he stood up, put on his broad hat, glanced at the man who had fallen to the ground, and stepped over the corpse with his feet.

The sword was sheathed, Yu Ziwen pursed his lips and showed an expression that seemed to be smiling, he followed, and a dozen or so people in black immediately followed behind Yu Ziwen in the room.

"In a few days, Zhang Han, who returned to Los Angeles with General Xiang to be crowned, will go back. Mellow said as he walked, "Next, let's choose him." ”

Yu Ziwen squinted, the Zhang family is a martial arts family, this is a tricky character.

"What, are you scared?" After a pause, he walked out of the room, and saw Xiang Yiming carrying Tuoba Qian on his back from a distance in the corridor of the pavilion, he pursed his lips and smiled, no wonder this general Xiang in the palace was so different from usual after seeing the snow this morning, I think the snow in South Vietnam has an unusual meaning for the two of them.

"Childe, the Zhang family is a subsidiary family of Tianji Pavilion, and they are not ordinary people who just act for Tianji Pavilion. Yu Ziwen said in the back.

"But he also has some military power, doesn't he?" he retracted his gaze resting on Xiang Yiming's back, and he shook his head, "He's on our list of the first people to be killed, so we can't let him go back." ”

"Yes." Yu Ziwen nodded, and walked down the steps of the pavilion with Mellow He.

The residence of the rewarded Guangling Taishou Zhanghan was in a post house west of Los Angeles, where the ruts were sparse and few people went. This inn west of Los Angeles is unlike any other, and has rarely been used again after the turmoil twenty-five years ago. During the period when Li Qirui pacified the civil strife, this post station was used to execute a large number of ministers who did not surrender.

But a few days ago, Guangling's Taishou Zhanghan took the initiative to move there.

The door of the post house was pushed open, and there was a middle-aged man in the courtyard who was dancing with a silver gun, and on both sides of the courtyard stood more than a dozen guards in leather armor, their eyes were sharp, their bodies were standing straight, and the thumb of the left hand rested on the sword grid at the moment the door opened, and the sword was slightly ejected, revealing a half-inch of coldness.

In the middle of the courtyard, there was a woman stroking the qin, her eyes were cold, and her hands holding the strings were full of pale yellow calluses, and her interest in stroking the qin was not affected in the slightest.

The snow fell into a large vat in the middle of the yard, and when the wind and snow poured into the yard, a koi fish emerged from the water, opened its mouth and swallowed the snow flakes that had just fallen on the water, wagged its tail and sank into the water.

There were more than a dozen men dressed in black standing outside the door, all of them wearing hats, looking at Zhang Han who was dancing with a silver spear, he raised his hand and waved it casually, and the person behind him immediately pulled out his sword and fished into the courtyard from his side.

The wind blew and the curtain shook lightly, and the guards on both sides of the courtyard drew their heavy swords at the same time and rushed towards the door.

The sound of the piano is still the same, and the woman stroking the piano grabbed the strings and swept it, and the long sound suddenly stirred, like an ambush on all sides, which was exciting.

Mellow drew his sword and held a spear, Zhang Han looked at it from afar, and at the moment when the sound of the piano suddenly stirred, the two of them rushed towards each other at the same time from static to moving.

Jin Ge's voice immediately spread in the courtyard with the sound of Zheng Zhengqin, Zhang Han's spear was stabbed by the mellow long sword, and the barrel of the gun went down instantly, and Zhang Han, who was holding the gun, instantly narrowed the distance between the two, and pulled out the sword on his waist with his left hand and cut it down.

Clang.

Mars rubbed out with the two sword blades, and his body pressed back slightly, the sword blade in his hand blocked his face door, and his steps turned around Zhang Han's back. Followed by Zhang Han turned over and shot a long stab, the blade of his spear could be rubbed around his mellow waist, and a shot broke through the big water tank in the middle.

At the moment when the water was revealed, Mellow stepped on the barrel of the gun, and with a cold expression, he retracted his long sword and moved forward violently.

The two rubbed shoulders, the blood rushed out, Mellow stood beside Zhang Han, his side face was bloody, he withdrew the long sword, Zhang Han fell in response, half kneeling on the ground, his hands half pressed the sword, his head lowered, and there was an almost hoarse gasp in his throat.

The sound of the piano was recycled, the woman held down the strings with both hands, looked at the killed Zhang Han, she smiled helplessly, and slowly pulled out the long sword buckled under the piano with her right hand, and then slowly stood up, without making any defense, wiping her throat with a sword.

The courtyard was quiet again, and the snow-white ground was full of mottled snow plums. Mellow wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve and slowly turned around, and the surviving man in black immediately followed out of the courtyard and closed the door again.

(This depiction is borrowed from the movie "Heroes")