The cumbersome totems engraved on the gold flute turned into streamers and pierced into the table legs in the hall, and a veiled woman walked into the hall coldly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Several subordinates took a few steps forward with their axes, blocking in front of the woman, looking at each other coldly.

"You're here, I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

A man in his thirties sat on a table and chair, put down his teacup, raised his head and squinted at the woman.

"That's what she wore it. ”

The woman stopped about ten steps away from several big men, stretched out a finger to the golden flute that she had just thrown out, and opened her mouth expressionlessly.

"Hey, hey!"

The middle-aged man smiled dryly, he leaned down and pulled out the golden flute vigorously, carefully observed the totem on the golden flute, and looked at it for a while before he silently spoke: "Where is her head? I need her head." ”

"I didn't have time to cut it, you know the guards in the Feng Mansion!"

The woman looked at the man's hand holding the golden flute, and there was an agate wrench on his thumb that glowed coldly.

"Oh, how can I trust you without her head!

The man took Jin Lu's hand and looked at the woman with a chill in his eyes, and his tone was full of dissatisfaction and banter.

"That golden flute has a totem unique to Feng Mansion, you should be able to see it. ”

The veiled woman did not avoid the middle-aged man's gaze, but still stared at it, the dagger in the cuff of her hand in her hand.

"What can you see, that's how you killer door does this?"

The man's words were jerky, and he snorted coldly while he looked away. He couldn't stand the woman's cold gaze, which looked like he was looking at a dying man.

"Then you send someone to investigate! Our killer door has never disappointed people in taking people's money. ”

The veiled woman withdrew her gaze when the middle-aged man staggered his gaze and spoke nonchalantly.

"Then you wait here!"

The middle-aged man put down the golden flute in his hand, clapped his hands, and a man in white who was waiting outside the house walked in. His eyes were cloudy brown, and he was an impure-blooded feathered man.

He walked straight up to the middle-aged man, his gaze swept over the veiled woman and then looked away.

"Chun, let's go to Feng's Mansion to have a look! Is the woman named Yu'er dead?" the man took a sip of his teacup, as if to say something inconsequential.

Hearing this, the feather man named Ulva shook his body slightly, and then he covered it up as soon as possible, he buried his head and responded respectfully: "Yes, master!"

The veiled woman looked at the feather man who bowed and retreated, and a sadness suddenly rose in her heart. Such a near-pure-blooded feather man actually became a subordinate of this merchant.

"Why did you kill her, she's just a girl who has just passed the ceremony. ”

The woman withdrew her gaze, and she opened her mouth to ask the middle-aged man sitting upright, the dagger in her hand being clenched tighter and tighter.

"Killers don't need a reason to kill, you're just a machine, just remember that your blood is cold. ”

The middle-aged man sipped the bitter tea in his mouth, and there was a smile on his face, and he made a sound.

"Is it because of her mother? You want her to suffer for the rest of your life!"

The woman didn't pay attention to the middle-aged man's words, there was a sneer on the corner of her mouth, and she looked at the middle-aged man with the corner of her eye.

The middle-aged man's movements paused, he raised his head and swallowed the tea in his mouth, and said coldly: "You asked too much!"

"Oh, that's it!"

The woman shook her head indifferently, the corners of her mouth hooked up with mockery, but she didn't continue.

Seeing this, the man put down the teacup heavily, and the tea splashed on the table with the force, hooking the very light yellow plating on the table.

The group fell silent until the feathered man returned half an hour later.

He bowed, and the woman who passed by raised her head and looked at the woman, her seemingly plain eyes, but when the woman looked at her, she felt a hatred.

The gaze that was very similar to that of the person she killed before he died, the kind of gaze that looked at her after knowing that he had no chance of survival, only hatred. That kind of cold woman saw it in the pupil of the feather.

She watched as the feathered man leaned over and whispered to the middle-aged man. She squinted, thinking inwardly of the girl who had just died at her hands.

"What a wretched man!"

She looked at the feather man who was obedient in front of the middle-aged man, and said a sentence in her heart, silently watching the middle-aged man look at her.

"Very well, you did a great job! This is the honorarium of the other half. ”

The middle-aged man stood up, his stomach was a little bloated, and he stretched out a hand to find a large bag of gold from his cuff and threw it at the woman.

The woman moved to catch the bag and weighed it in her hand, but she didn't mean to go.

"What? You also took that slut's assignment and asked for my head. ”

The words were chewed out of the man's mouth, and he widened his eyes and snorted coldly.

The big man with the axe heard the middle-aged man's dissatisfaction, and several of them scattered in all directions, separating the middle-aged man from the woman, and the axe in his hand flashed with cold light.

"No, she didn't ask me to kill you, I wanted to kill you!"

The woman spoke, let go of her hand holding the dagger, and sneered: "Now I don't want to kill you again, poor man!"

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned when he heard her words, he hadn't heard the killer kill for himself. Does she know who she is for such a lowly existence? and wants to kill for herself, which is a joke when she thinks about it.

He laughed when he thought about it, but the woman didn't care, turned around and bluffed the man with the axe in his hand, and sneered: "She asked me to ask you if you remember what you did that night when you left her fifteen years ago, and she said that she wanted to wait for you for a long time."

"I really want to wait for you for a long time..."

The veiled woman's eyes flashed with sadness, looking at the middle-aged man who was a little distracted after listening to her words.

"What do you mean, what do you want to say?"

The middle-aged man suddenly roared, his hands clenched tightly, causing the roots of the green tendons to swell.

Some of the people around didn't quite understand the middle-aged man who suddenly became angry, and they wanted to see it but didn't dare to make a sound.

"I don't know what you've done, I'm just a messenger!"

The woman sneered and walked out, and the big man around her followed her steps.

"Arrest her, don't let her go!"

The middle-aged man, who was stunned for a while, raised his head, his eyes were already darkened, and his tone of voice was quick and gasping for breath.

"When she said she was about to forget about you, you came back, with the riches you had promised her, and she told me not to kill you."

The veiled woman paused, turned her head to look at the middle-aged man hiding behind the big man, and continued to talk with a sneer.

The middle-aged man's face was pale, and a bitter smile spread, and he wanted to cry in his heart, but after suffering for a long time, the tears just didn't come out.

His gaze grew heavier and heavier, and he collapsed under the woman's eyelids. The feather man behind him hurriedly ran over to help him pass out.

"The lord of the house..."

The feathered man gently shook the person in his arms, and the person who pinched him couldn't stop screaming.

"By the way, your real name is Shirazen!"

The woman looked at Yuren with a smile, pointed to the golden flute on the table, and pouted: "There is a picture in the boudoir of the owner of the golden flute that is very similar to you, but your eyes are not as bright as the man in the picture, it's a pity.."

"It's a pity.."

The woman couldn't help but shake her head, looking at the feather man who had begun to tremble, and then smiled and snorted coldly: "People like you shouldn't be merciful.."

"Shut up..."

The feathered man cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks. The woman didn't speak, but turned to reveal the dagger in her hand.

The big man around him didn't dare to move forward, looked at the middle-aged man who had fainted on the ground, and after a long time, he couldn't stand the atmosphere, and watched the woman disappear into the distance.