"The Murder of the Husband" is the one that Bing Qingcheng is holding now. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 There are dozens of books in the same series, the more famous ones are "Killing God Preaching" and "Killing Love Preaching", because of the diversity of content and stylistic expressions, public opinion evaluation of this series of books is mixed. Of course, most scholars, such as the teacher in Windsor, think that it is a crooked way of moral corruption, and even the current situation of division and chaos in the continent is caused by this book, and regard it as a flood of beasts.

Windsor first heard about this series of books when it was in the Ice Sea Country, because the Black Iron Empire completely confiscated half of the printed materials called "The Right Way to Kill the Emperor", and other countries also paid attention to it and followed suit, and began a series of vigorous work such as search and destruction.

"Sister, can you lend me that book?" Windsor asked. What attracted her was not the delicate and beautiful fragrant plot of the legend, and the many illustrations that children can't read. It is the name of the author of this book, which is written in a dignified manner, with the three big characters of Long Aotian.

In the original world of Windsor, Long Aotian was a name that was given a special meaning, so special that if a person used the name Long Aotian, then he must vent the ironic dissatisfaction in his heart. If someone uses Long Aotian as a pen name, then what kind of thoughts does he want to express?

"No." Bing Qingcheng simply refused, and she even put the book away immediately.

"Why?" Windsor pursed her mouth dissatisfiedly, her appearance after crossing was a very cute blonde Lori, her little face was bulging at this time, and her big blue eyes were flashing, which made people feel pity.

Bing Qingcheng sighed, and when she sighed, she turned her head and didn't look at Windsor.

"I remembered something." Bing Qingcheng said in his usual pretentious tone, "This is in the realm of the Black Iron Empire, and reading this kind of book will cause unnecessary trouble. ”

"Difficulty, you take "Killing the Emperor Preaching"?" Windsor asked. She didn't have to be too taboo, the place where they sat was a small corner, and no one would hear them if they discussed it in a whisper.

"Nope." Bing Qingcheng said, "I have read that book before, and I can't understand the content, but I remember that it is to overthrow the emperor system and establish a new human management model or something. But. ”

Hearing her say that she couldn't do it, Windsor suddenly twitched in her heart, as if she had a premonition of something very bad.

"I brought "Killing the Emperor Preaching" and "Killing the Black Preaching"." Bing Qingcheng said softly.

Hey, are you going to kill the emperor? And what the hell is that "killing black", the colors are all out, is there still a "killing iron preaching"?

Looking at Windsor's "terrifying" expression, Bing Qingcheng smiled and said softly, "You can take a look at it when you go back to the room, and you can give it to you if you like." ”

You're smiling! Weren't you still angry just now? Windsor felt extremely puzzled.

After a small episode of the meal, Windsor and Bing Qingcheng returned to the room.

It is true that the food is a little scarce, but the rooms are still in the same state as they were in the heyday of the city. Windsor took a hot shower, changed into fragrant pajamas, and lay down on the soft bed.

The lamp at the head of the bed shone brightly, and Windsor opened the "Killing Emperor Preaching" under the lamp.

Of course, Bing Qingcheng gave her the book, but the person went out. I didn't take a bath either, saying that I don't need it now, and if I can come back, I will take a bath again to really wash away the dirt.

This kind of rhetoric is weird, if you can come back, then under normal circumstances, isn't it not coming back? And Bing Qingcheng's message to leave was actually knocking on the bathroom door, and then putting the book under the lamp.

At this time, Ice Blue Orange was swaying around the streets of Phoenix.

The dark city, only the sporadic lights on the tower, under the light of the stars and the moon, the strange shadow dragged for a long time, like a dead beast, with a huge body remaining, and its sharp teeth have not yet been corrupted, and it still wants to choose people to devour.

Bing Qingcheng felt a little suffocated, she thought about many things, past, present, future, as well as feelings and death. She had already planned a long time ago to kill that person, and if she was still alive, she would live with her sister and pass away the life that was not much because of the cultivation of madness.

But that crystal ball, if it weren't for this weird ability, maybe it wouldn't be too painful for that kind of thing to happen in the future. Bing Qingcheng pressed her chest, and in the future she saw, she was assassinated in an unsuspecting situation, and she was stabbed to death in the chest.

It's a demonic thing, humans have the ability to gather elements, but there is no ritual to use them. It is said that a powerful creature intends to dominate the world, but they are comparable, which has led to the development of the current deformed civilization.

Bing Qingcheng felt that she might have seen the truth of the matter, the world she lived in had many time-travelers, and their crossing over was itself a means to push that powerful creature to replace the will of the world. But the Will of the World also fought back, and if there was any fate, the Will of the World gave a part of the aborigines a very strong personality, which can be a kind of fortune or a superpower that does not exist in the existing records.

"Forget it, now I just need to kill someone quietly." Bing Qingcheng gripped the hilt of his sword and slowly pulled out an inch, "At least send Windsor to the City of Divine Glory." ”

In the corners of the building, figures appeared, dressed in uniform night clothes, and at first glance the past was lifeless. It was as if they had been standing there, before the walls towered, and then they moved, in unison, with precise movements, supporting an invisible web that suppressed the movement of the ice blue orange from all sides, locking her breath.

"One, two, three, four, five." Bing Qingcheng lowered his head and didn't look at them. The intertwined murderous aura is woven into an impeccable fishing net, which tightens step by step, and she is the fish in the net.

"You are not from Viktoria, because I know that Viktoria's killers are all alone." Bing Qingcheng didn't seem to feel threatened, and said in a natural chatting tone. "But there are also cases of group fighting, which his peers won't know, and when they fight in groups, they will use a kind of 'show flow' technique to give hints to let his prey fall into chaos and escape like that guy waiting for the rabbit to die." She paused, then glanced up.

"Does anyone know? When Viktoria's killer group is fighting, the last person to take the head is the head of Viktoria's family, if you want to assassinate him, you can kill him! ”

The sword is like a rainbow, and what a subtle move and skill. He just slapped the parry sword to the sword-wielder's chest, and then the blade ran down his neck. Before the other four swords could fall on him, Ice Blue Orange sprang out of the broken fishing net in one step.

It's just random, if you have to find a reason, it's that there is a lot of space behind this unlucky ghost.

"Too weak, you guys." Bing Qingcheng turned his back to the four of them, the blade of the sword flowed with cold moonlight, and the bloodless blood dripped down the tip of the sword one by one, dark and obscure.

"If it were me, I would arrange a sniper, and I don't need to be too good at the level, the second thing to kill is the second thing to kill, and the first thing to do is to add to the blockage. But I forgot, you're all too weak. ”

Bing Qingcheng leaned forward slightly, and a ring was drawn under her feet, and she turned around, and swept out a sword with weight and centrifugal force. Her sword is heavy, but heaviness does not mean sluggishness, and using the inertia generated by heaviness, only the direction of control of the skill is needed to generate more power than lightness.

Just flickering, you still maintain an offensive posture, your eyes are dark, and your neck is suddenly cold. Cutting open half of the wound on his neck, all he could feel was blood gushing out.

"You know what? The name of this sword is Fengshen. Bing Qingcheng looked up at the sky and gently shook the downward sword body, waiting for the blood to fall. Behind her, four blood-spurting corpses lay to the ground, the sound of steel and stone slabs clashing far and wide through the silence of the city. But I finally managed to get five of them.

"If it's face-to-face, it's called the Positive Wind God. If it is facing away, it is called the outer wind god. It is said that this sword is practiced to the fullest, and it can kill a ten-person squad with a single sword without a drop of blood on its body. Bing Qingcheng said, looking at his whole body.

Not a single drop of blood.

"You are too weak, and it is my shame to use you as a unit of strength." Bing Qingcheng sighed softly, not half happy. "I'm just here to test my strength, so I don't even have a sniper from afar, and it's not a rare talent. The one who trained you is a master, and the layout is still good. Wait a minute, you can't do without snipers, then your snipers are very powerful, and powerful ones are always rare, so I think it's too wasteful to send them to this kind of place. Can it only be a budding organization? ”

In the distance, there are voices and dogs barking, and it is the patrol force here.

"This is it, it's bloody." A squad rushed over, and of course there was not a single living person in front of them, only the cold wind blowing the liquid that had not yet dried up, forming ripples that no one appreciated.

"Captain, do you want to deal with it?" A soldier with a dog asked, and the dog did not respond, indicating that the person who was still alive had gone away.

After looking at the five people who obviously showed that they were bad guys and were still wearing uniform night clothes, of course, they were dealt with according to the usual countermeasures. Obviously, the captain was not a man of few words, and ordered his men to leave, explaining, "This kind of dress is mostly a dog-eat-dog in the rivers and lakes, and they will clean up after throwing it here." After daybreak, a few of you will come and have a look. ”

Yes, while most organizations collect their own bodies, there are a few that don't. These corpses did not have corpse water on them, so it was left for the organization personnel to carry them away and abandon them. Bing Qingcheng decided to take a look tomorrow morning before the Black Iron Soldiers dealt with it. Their subsequent means and manner of doing things can be inferred from the timing and attitude of the organization's handling.

Windsor had been sleeping lightly at night lately, so she felt that someone was standing at the end of the bed, watching her silently.

When she was still in the palace, in fact, due to her age, she slept very dead every night. Yi Yi once smiled and said that she was a little pig, sleeping so dead, and she didn't know that she was thrown out at night.

But now, she can't sleep soundly. Not only was she hated and hunted down, but sometimes she suddenly woke up at night and found herself alone in an empty house, which should have been by her side!

She didn't open her eyes, still curled up.

The breath of the person standing at the end of the bed was extremely familiar, his breathing was so light that he could hardly feel his presence, but his eyes were very cold, and he stared at her face very complicatedly. Windsor already knew who the man was, but she couldn't open her eyes. She sensed that if she opened her eyes, some kind of relationship that was already fragile and full of estrangement would no longer exist.

It's a small lump, and the curled up body is even smaller. The delicate skin was sometimes rough and tanned on the wind, food, and camping along the way, and a thin and soft blond hair was scattered on the pillow.

She looks like a very cute little girl.

Are you really a traverser?

Bing Qingcheng asked softly. In fact, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter which of the world's will or the will of powerful creatures prevails, anyway, mortal life is hard enough.

But she still wants to know, that's all.

Suddenly wrapped in the quilt, the curled little body turned over, frankly turned its belly up, and spread its limbs. A small face showed a relaxed smile, and from the somewhat dry lips gently dreamed:

"Charming Queen Mother."

Bing Qingcheng's body shook violently, she sighed, lifted herself from the "non-existent state", sat next to Windsor, and tucked the quilt that she had just turned over and messed up.

"She's dead." Bing Qingcheng's voice was soft, but cruel.

"She died a terrible death, and the old man wanted to surrender, so he sacrificed all the concubines in the palace to our enemies. When I passed, I saw only her naked body. She killed herself by biting her tongue, but her whole body was covered with bruises that could only form when the human body had not yet cooled down. ”

"I buried her under the cherry blossom tree. It's the one we once saw at the beach. ”

"Windsor, if you like your mother, avenge her. Bury the people who hurt her, her country! ”

The thin bloody breath wrapped around the tip of Windsor's nose and burrowed into her internal organs.

The smell is very faint, and can only be smoked when standing in a place where there is plenty of fresh blood, or on iron, and weapons that have been soaked in blood for a long time can also be infected with this smell.

However, this smell is even stronger and colder than the soldiers of the Ice Sea Kingdom in the past.

Bing Qingcheng had a dream.

She had always dreamed that since the tragic death of her grandfather when she was twelve years old, she had often dreamed of her grandfather's headless corpse crawling out from under the mound, the tattered corpse that had been bitten by wild beasts moving towards her step by step, muttering something and cursing something.

The life of Victoria Minver, and the head that Minver hung on the wall!

This is not so much her grandfather's obsession as hers. After doing too much in this dream, she got used to it, and she also learned to turn over and continue to sleep, no longer feeling terrifying, and then she didn't dream much anymore.