The next day, the wind was beautiful and the sun was warm. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This year, spring in Huadu came a little earlier than usual.

is like the first girl to wear a skirt on the street, the side casually flirts with the beautiful skirt corners, and the obsession flies up and down with the spring breeze. Like a long-sealed gift, it was extremely refreshing to open a corner. So the spring is shining, gorgeous and colorful.

"Mother, why don't you want me to go?!" Chi'er argued loudly with the woman, she was too worried about Uncle Bardazi's safety. But her immature mind didn't realize that even if she went, it wouldn't help.

"You stay and watch the store." The woman had already arranged her clothes and took out a piece of gold from the small wooden box painted with vermilion lacquer. It can be seen that this time it is going to cut some flesh and produce some blood.

"Don't worry, your Uncle Bardazi has his own natural appearance, and he will be fine." The woman stretched out her slender but withered hand and touched Chi'er's pink face. This child is becoming more and more seductive, and I am afraid that there will be countless men who will fall under her pomegranate skirt in the future. Thinking of this, a trace of sadness flashed in the woman's heart. In fact, even if the country is overwhelmed, can it win the hearts of one person?

"Hurry up and drink the red dates and Portuguese porridge on the table and open the door." The woman admonished.

"Oh." Chi'er leaned at the door, "Then you must bring Uncle Bardazi back." ”

The woman made a gesture to indicate that she understood.

I wanted to save others, but I didn't know that my death was coming.

So this walk, will it be a farewell?

On the street of Hua Gardenia, it is bustling.

This Huayuan Street is the main road of Huadu and the only way to go to the prefect. But the day was getting more and more poisonous, and the woman was anxious. As soon as he caught a glimpse of the alley, he turned around lightly and turned in.

This turn is unpredictable.

The shadow of the Shadow Organization has been waiting here for a long time, just waiting for the woman to throw herself into the net. This shadow received his order in battle, and he could only go back unless he took the woman's life. Otherwise, hum, how could the sixth uncle let him go?

Anyone who fails to perform a mission will be killed!

After five or six years of crawling in the shadows, how could he not know such cruel rules of the game. It's just that what makes him a little curious is, how can this ordinary woman have the ability to alarm the sixth uncle and specifically name him to assassinate herself? I have always accepted B-level tasks, except for A-level tasks such as assassinating the emperor, I can't do it, and my size can be regarded as a very high level in the black shadow.

This time, does the sixth uncle need to be so exciting?

He rested firmly on the roof, and naturally he didn't need to wear any night clothes during the day. (Well, wearing night clothes during the day is afraid that others won't know that you're a killer?) You don't need to use your brain at all to understand this logic, and you can understand it when you move your feet. He was dressed in the most ordinary clothes, and he didn't hide his face or wear a sword. Because he was fully confident that he could pinch the woman to death with one hand, and then he could walk generously through the streets of Huadu.

Well, if you can't even be sure of this, is it still worthy of being a killer who comes and goes without a trace? Besides, killing chickens with a cattle slaughtering knife, an old woman has nothing to worry about. He squatted patiently on the roof of the house, waiting for the woman to come.

The woman had a three-inch golden lotus, and her mother-in-law came quietly.

Seeing the opportune moment, he jumped off the roof of the house like a swift wild cat, and landed firmly in front of the woman.

The woman was not on guard, and almost stumbled. "This?"

"Hmph." He smiled coldly, and without asking the reason, or pretentiously, he stretched out his hand to strangle the woman.

"You're a shadow?" The woman said tremblingly. The moment he saw his hand stretched out towards him, he suddenly became a little enlightened. There was a bat on the back of the hand, and there was nothing but the people of the Black Shadow Organization.

The woman was not very familiar with the organization, but she did know it. This bat on the tiger's mouth is the best proof of this. The bat is a symbol of the black shadow, this kind of elf that can move freely in the dark night, like the shadows of the black shadows, so confident, so ghostly. Completely above the darkness, but also completely above life.

Why do you want to get tattoos on the tiger's mouth? It's very simple, it's a good identification.

Shadows are one-way on assignments, so they often don't know if the same task will be assigned to someone else again. In order to avoid an oolong incident in which one's own people fight each other in a mission, it is necessary to find out whether the other party is friend or foe in the shortest possible time. In other words, you may not be able to see the opponent's face in the dark, but you can definitely see the sword in the opponent's hand. And the hand holding the sword, whether there is a bat or not is the best anti-counterfeiting label. (If you can't even see the sword clearly, then this kind of waste wood is definitely not a person of the dark shadow.) ）

"How do you know I'm a shadow?" He looked at the woman in astonishment, and withdrew his half-stretched hand.

"What does he mean?" The woman did not answer, but asked lightly, a wave of disdain in the corners of her eyes. After learning the identity of the killer, she was much more relieved.

He? Is he referring to the sixth master? The shadow thought to herself, could it be that this woman has some entanglement with the sixth master? recalled the sixth master's expression of wanting to kill and then hurrying, which confirmed his suspicions even more. If you go down the vine, maybe this woman has a leg with the sixth master, and even the little girl is their illegitimate child.

"It doesn't matter who means, what matters is that you have to die now." He gritted his teeth and said these words fiercely. Obviously, this mission is no different from the previous ones, they are all neat and tidy, leaving no room for life.

"Well, it looks like he can't wait." The woman knew that the time of death was near, and she had no need to say more. Since the one in his mouth now wants her to die, she has nothing to look forward to.

Just as she did at the beginning, she listened to what he said.

"Please tell him, revenge is okay, but please be kind to Chi'er." The woman closed her eyes.

The shadow is just a small character on a mission, where can he understand the meaning of the woman's words. He finally took a serious look at the woman, this appearance, this figure, if it had been placed twenty years ago, it would definitely be a touching beauty.

But now, her old face did not find a single reason for mercy from him. He carried all his strength to his fingertips, waiting for the moment he grabbed his neck to explode!

"Die!"

A gust of wind, a knife, blood bursting out, fingers useless.

"What kind of hero is a man who kills old women and children?"

The shadow looked up and saw a young man with a large knife standing in front of him. He recognized this good knife, which was the legendary Minghong knife that sharpened iron like clay, and even the Xuanyuan sword was constantly slashed. Legend has it that this Ming Hong knife was cast by Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor in ancient times, but no one knows whether this knife is real. Legend has it that when the first emperor traveled west to Kunlun, there was a soldier who offered this knife. The first emperor was a person who did not like to kill, so he sent this knife to Mingci Temple, and burned incense and prayed for blessings every day, hoping that there would be no more killing in the world. Because he had gone to Mingci Temple to see this treasure knife, he knew it.

But now it's in the hands of this hairy boy, what does it mean?

"Who's coming? Get your name in! ”

This young man is extraordinary, but the tiger's mouth is clean, but he is not a member of the Black Shadow Organization, which is really a pity.

"Haha, if you are an upright husband, I can tell you. But you're a killer who only hides in the dark and puts cold guns, do you deserve to know my name? "I didn't expect that the boy was not very old, but his tone was amazingly big.

The shadow was ashamed and annoyed, pitying his two fingers, which had been broken under Minghong's knife.

"Don't get out of here!" The young man's big knife was horizontal, and the blood stains on the knife had not yet dried up, but it was about to dance wildly.

The shadow was naturally unconvinced, if it wasn't for the teenager who seized the opportunity, how could he have missed. So with a wave of anger, he was about to fight with the young man.

The boy did not show weakness, and a good knife was handy in his hand. The shadow is retreating one after another, and one can't dodge, and there is a bloody hole on his body.

The high and low are immediate, and the victory or defeat has been decided.

The shadow flickered with a trick and fled.

"Thank you for the rescue." The woman folds her hands on her lower abdomen and bends her knees slightly.

"Little things, little things." The young man scratched his head, "It's just that I'm shy in my pocket, can you invite me to eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles?" ”

"Huh?" The woman was a little startled, but reacted quickly. People in the rivers and lakes, who are homeless and unemployed, naturally have eaten the last meal but not the next. Looking at this young man's dress, he doesn't look like a Huadu person. It must be a prodigal son from elsewhere, who happened to drift to Huadu, and maybe he had dozens of lives on his back. But looking at his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, there is a bit of childlike innocence and childishness, his face is round, and his skin is white and tender. must also be the child of a big family, otherwise it would not have been possible to raise it so well and so likable.

Of course, the life-saving grace is not something that can be repaid with a bowl of Yangchun noodles, so he smiled instead, "If the hero doesn't dislike it, you can go to the small house for a short stay, and the white rice and dry rice will be full." ”

When the young man heard this, he was naturally overjoyed, and made a gesture to the woman: Then it is better to be respectful than to obey her fate.