Purple-tailed carrier pigeons fluttered across the gray sky. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The man in brocade stood under the eaves, and he stretched out his hand to catch the pigeon that had landed lightly on his arm, and his eyes fell on the pigeon's dry red feet, where a creed the size of a little thumb was tied.

He took the creed off, waved his hand away the pigeon standing on his arm, looked at the creed, his eyes sank, and with a loud roar tore the letter to pieces and scattered it into the air.

Behind him, a little boy of nearly five years old was frightened and took a few steps back, the boy's eyes were terrified, and his bruised hands grabbed the dagger against his chest.

"Bastard, does he want you dead?"

The man stumbled towards the boy, glared at him with sharp eyes, and shouted hysterically: "You are his only son, I am his brother, he dares to raise troops against me.."

The roar accompanied by the man's protruding eyes made the boy's heart uneasy, and the boy trembled as he raised his dagger and kept stepping back.

"Bastard, he turned against me for a woman.."

The brocade man's steps suddenly became faster, and he leaned down slightly, and rudely knocked off the dagger from the boy's hand with his hand. Before the boy could dodge, his hand reached out again and grabbed the boy by the neck and lifted him from the ground, and shouted at the boy in a low and hoarse voice, "Do you want to learn from that father of yours, do you want to avenge that damn splasher?"

The boy's legs kept shaking, his throat made babbling sounds, his whole little face was suffocated red, and his hands grabbed the man's thick hands vigorously.

"It's the other way around, you're all thinking the other way around..."

The man's eyes widened, looking at the boy who was constantly struggling when he lifted him, his gaze dimmed again, his big hand slowly let go, and the boy's "poof" fell to the ground.

There were some bright red marks on his neck, and the boy's body trembled violently, and he didn't dare to look into the man's eyes, and he kept trembling backwards.

The guard on the steps walked up, looked at the man on his back, pulled the boy up from the ground and held him, and his cold gaze was a little unbearable.

"Imprison him in the Fang Li Palace, and go and summon General Xiang Ke..."

The relieved man turned his back and his hands trembled a little, and he spoke slowly and walked into the main hall.

...........

The carriage was a little bumpy, and she rested half of her body on the snow goose's legs, and her brows were wrinkled and she talked in her dreams.

Snow Goose looked down at Liuli, her fingers twitching through her hair. They both like to talk in their dreams, but when they wake up, they don't say a word about their past.

Sometimes Snow Goose often thinks about people like them who can only talk in dreams. is really living a very lowly life, obviously there are people on his side, but his heart is closed because of the past, forever and ever.

The coachman waved his whip vigorously outside. He was in a very comfortable mood, the business he received today to Jicheng was enough for his family to live in this troubled world for two or three months, which was a big business for him.

Meanwhile..

Dozens of killers lurking in Qufu, the capital of the Lu Kingdom, slipped into the palace under the cover of night. Guards with torches walked around and rounded.

They skillfully avoided it, like a ghost floating in the dark night, and went straight to the place where King Lu was sleeping.

The candles in the room flickered, and the shadow of a man on the window paper squirmed slightly, and the sound of men and women coming from the room came out.

"Slow down, King."

The woman stretched out her lotus arm and brushed the chest of the man sitting on her, and a pair of peach blossom eyes were a little confused with a light "um" sound.

The man ignored it, his hands kneading wildly on the woman's smooth chest, the futon just covering the lower half of their bodies.

The killer under the black robe saw the shadow on the window paper, their faces did not change, and they slipped in quickly, the dagger in their hands shook and flashed with cold light.

shout

The dart flew accurately to the candle flame on the candlestick, cutting off the flame tongue, and the huge room was instantly plunged into darkness, and the voices of men and women suddenly stopped at this moment.

The killers wrapped in black robes walked towards the bed with their senses, and before anyone arrived, there was a sudden spark in the room, giving the room less light.

In the darkness, the killers' hearts moved in unison, and they heard the rapid sound of breaking wind, the sound of bows and arrows.

Arrows with eagle feathers pierced the chests of most of the killers in the darkness. After the arrow fell, the whole room suddenly lit up, and in the dark corners of the room came a number of samurai holding candlesticks with fire folds.

Behind the samurai were expressionless archers, dressed in jet-black armor with elaborate moire patterns on top of the armor.

That is the mark of the most elite shooter in the country of Lu.

A muffled voice rang out from outside, as countless samurai armed with torches surrounded the room. The samurai in the room formed a semicircle, squeezing the living killer into the corner.

The man and woman on the bed had already lifted their mattresses, and both of them got out of the bed in their shorts, pushing aside the samurai who stood in front of them.

There was a charm in the woman's eyes, she looked at the besieged people and smiled lowly, and tore off the golden tapestry to cover her snow-white and plump chest that was exposed to the air, squeezing out a mesmerizing ravine.

The man snatched the heavy sword from the samurai's hand, looked at the symbol of a dagger on the killer's black robe, his eyes narrowed, and he muttered, "Killer Gate?"

The black-robed killer did not look at his companion lying in a pool of blood, nor did he change color because of such a dangerous situation. They looked calmly at the king, King Lu, who had arranged everything from the beginning.

"Kill them! Looks like they won't open their mouths. ”

Looking at the calm killer, the king of Lu spoke, and the warriors who had already been prepared behind him took a step forward, and the archer put down the bow in his hand and went to retrieve the bronze sword at his waist.

King Lu turned and stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around the woman's slender and soft waist, and the warriors brushed past him one by one, raising the heavy sword or Changge in his hand and waving it at the killer who was trapped in the corner.

The screams roared as blood splattered against the walls, and soon the killer's body was dragged out, and several brocade-clad servants in the back room knelt tremblingly on the floor and wiped the blood away with silk handkerchiefs.

On this day, all the high-ranking and powerful people in the Lu State were assassinated, but they all ended in failure.

After the second day, at the junction of Chu and Lu, the soldiers of the Lu State appeared out of nowhere, and the number of people guarding the town was three times as before, and they looked like the mountains and rains were coming. The residents of the nearby Chulu Kingdom heard the wind and migrated on a large scale.

The people called the events of that day "the war provoked by the assassins", and the history called the Minghe Change.

Since this incident, the organization of the Killer Gate has also appeared in front of the world on a large scale, and the large-scale killers in the Six Nations are lurking on the other side of the war, and there is only a shadow of darkness on that side.