Mu Han frowned slightly, his eyes swept over the man's head, a little disgust flashed in his narrow eyes, he clapped his hands gently, and a man in black fell to the ground with a whoosh out of nowhere, he bowed his head and saluted, his eyes were full of awe.

"Take Luo Musheng's head to the Chen family, and by the way, settle the remaining 50,000 taels of gold."

The man received the order and disappeared into the cold air like the wind. Mu Qianchen still knelt there in the same posture as before, motionless. She raised her head slightly, and saw a pair of slender hands reaching out in front of her, "Get up, Ah Chen, you did a good job this time." ”

Mu Qianchen's cold eyes silently swept over the hand stretched out in front of him, and he stood up. Mu Han smiled lightly, and a little imperceptible sadness flashed in his eyes.

"The journey from Ningcheng to Luo's family is nine hundred miles, and you came back in two days, it's really hard for you."

"That's what subordinates should do."

"Did you get hurt this time?"

Mu Han asked with concern, but in exchange for her short and cold answer, "No." ”

"Ah Chen......" He finally sighed helplessly, and reached out to touch its head like before, but she gently dodged it, he withdrew his hand a little embarrassed, and continued to play with the plum branch in his hand, "Subordinate, subordinate, master, master...... Ah Chen, how long has it been since you called me Brother Han? ”

Mu Qianchen was shocked, a little distracted, but it was only a matter of an instant, she turned her head, her expression was as cold as ice and snow, "That's just that I was ignorant when I was a child, if there is nothing else to do in the master, my subordinates will go back." ”

Mu Han nodded helplessly, she saluted respectfully again, and disappeared in front of Mu Han's eyes in an instant, and the plum fragrance floated in the air, disturbing Mu Han's steady heartbeat and thoughts.

In the room, Mu Qianchen gradually took off the clothes on his body, turned his back to the half-human-high bronze mirror in the room, looked at the strip of cloth wrapped in blood on his back, and pursed the corners of his mouth. Sure enough, the strip of cloth and the wound were glued together again. She frowned, her eyes tearing off the strip of cloth from her body without blinking, and bright red blood poured out of her wound at once, and she only glanced at it with an indifferent expression. Picking up the liquor on the table, he fell straight down against the wound, his eyes still not blinking, not even the slightest expression of pain, still the same expressionless, frosty face. Her career as a killer was only four years, but she didn't know what pain was anymore.

In four years, she brushed shoulders with death countless times. She couldn't remember how many times she had been injured on her body, this time she could have escaped with her whole body, but she accidentally fell into the Luo family's mechanism and was injured. She roughly bandaged the wound, changed into clean clothes, and sat down at the table in silence.

Perhaps, when he was sent to killer training six years ago, he had forgotten the feeling of pain. There, in order to survive, she had to be more ruthless than others, and to endure all kinds of pain, torture, and suffering more than others. She went from fear to indifference, killing her companions who trained with her own hands, and finally became a qualified and excellent killer. When her teacher told her that she was already qualified enough to be a good killer, she stabbed the sharp dagger in her hand into his heart.

Seeing him fall in front of her with a shocked face, she looked indifferent, "Teacher, you have taught us that if we want to live, we must not allow people who are a threat to us to exist. ”

In this way, she went from an innocent little girl to an indifferent and bloodthirsty, murderous killer without blinking. At that time, she only thought that she could become strong enough to become a person qualified to stand by Mu Han's side, but gradually found out that she was wrong, she was just a tool for killing, a sharp and good knife in the Shadow Pavilion. But even then, it's nothing, it's enough to help him do something, get rid of the person he wants to get rid of, and make him happy. So, in four years, she went from a little-known little killer to a Shura who everyone in the rivers and lakes was feared. Because of her appearance, she wears a silver mask every time she acts, and no one in the rivers and lakes knows her name, only calling her Silver-Faced Shura.

It was once rumored that she once broke into the heavily guarded Red Cloak Sect Altar alone and personally cut off the heads of the remaining eight Dharma Protectors at the Red Cloak Sect Master Level; In order to complete the task, he pursued the goal for thousands of miles, and finally beheaded him under the horse...... There are many people in the world who hate the Shadow Pavilion, but no one has ever dared to do anything to it. Because everyone knows in their hearts that in addition to the silver-faced Shura, there are also countless masters in the Shadow Pavilion. In any case, the Shadow Pavilion is absolutely untouchable, untouchable.

At this moment, the window of the room was suddenly opened, and a blue figure appeared in Mu Qianchen's room. Xia Zhufeng looked at her, gently closed the window, and shook his head helplessly. Mu Qianchen stared at him, frowned slightly, and was just about to escape, but he chased him up and pushed him back into the room. Mu Qianchen's light skills were among the best in the Shadow Pavilion, but he did not have half an advantage in front of Xia Zhufeng.

"You're just better than me by relying on your light skills." She stared at him, her face full of three big words of disbelief.

"There's no way, I've practiced medical skills and light skills for so many years, but that's enough to deal with you." Xia Zhufeng smiled ruffianly, pointed at Mu Qianchen's acupoint, took out the silver needle and gently stroked it, the clothes on Mu Qianchen's back broke a big hole, and the wound that he had just bandaged crookedly and roughly was exposed at once.

Xia Zhufeng looked at Mu Qianchen's masterpiece, with a look of disdain and disgust, "Ah Chen, don't tell others that you are a friend of my ghost doctor Xia Zhufeng, do you know?" Lose face. ”

"......" Mu Qianchen stared at him angrily, and his face flushed with shame. Only in front of this only friend, Mu Qianchen would have other expressions. Since Mu Qianchen became a killer, her injuries large and small were all handled by Xia Zhufeng, and he didn't learn half a point in his technique for so long, which was really something that made Xia Zhufeng's heart ache.

"I don't have any talent for this, otherwise I'm the one who would be the ghost doctor now." After a while, she finally said a childish word, which caused Xia Zhufeng to laugh.

Suddenly, his smile gradually dimmed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little sad, "Ah Chen, I haven't seen you smile for a long time." ”

Laugh? I don't laugh anymore. The first lesson that a good killer has to learn is to hide any of his emotions, so that he will not show his flaws in front of the enemy and will not lose his life.