It wasn't long before there was a wistful sound of answering from inside, the sound of clothes squirming, and the simple carved wooden door was opened.

Zhen Yue was still dressed in elegant men's clothes, looking handsome and handsome, and walked outside the courtyard without glancing at the little girl, and a pink shadow hit her, Zhen Yue's body was like the wind, and she missed it sideways.

The pink figure groaned, paused suddenly, and then there was a coquettish laugh behind him, and the woman in white bumped into the woman in pink.

The woman in pink trembled in her heart, and said to the woman in white behind her: "The slave damned, I almost hit the girl." ”

Zhen Yue frowned slightly, and said coldly: "Don't make trouble in the future, you can't avoid bumping into other people, and then it will be another whip." ”

When the two fifteen-year-old girls heard the cold sweat breaking out slightly, they lowered their eyes and said, "Slave and maid, remember! Seeing that Zhen Yue was about to go out, the woman in pink asked, "Can the girl come back for dinner in the evening?" ”

"No need." After saying that, he left.

These two girls are the maids who specialize in serving Zhen Yue, Zhen Yue has a cold temperament and is a little lazy, and feels that the names of ancient people are difficult to remember, so they named the woman in pink the first junior high school, the woman in white the second junior high school, and the little girl finally smiled bitterly: "My name is the third junior high school." ”

As soon as she passed through the Yellowstone rockery, the ticking sound of the spring splashing on the stone wall poured into Zhen Yue's ears pleasantly, but she didn't know why the girl's beautiful eyebrows rose slightly, as if she had encountered something disgusting.

Immediately, the cold wind intermittently came with a rapid **Jiaojiao, **skin collision sound, Zhen Yue didn't want to stay longer, and was about to leave quickly, "creaking" accidentally stepped on a dead leaf, and the slight cracking sound was instantly noticed by the forgetful people in the rock wall.

"Who is it?" The coquettish voice came out in the collision, with a strong ** flavor.

Before Zhen Yue could react, a fiery red figure walked out of the rock wall, the woman had a beautiful face, red lips were delicate, and her half-concealed breasts were inclusive.

The strong smell of rouge came with the cold wind, and Zhen Yue was not surprised at all when she saw the visitor.

I saw the man in the rock wall slowly stepping out, his face flushed and walked away over the rock.

"Oh, I thought it was who, it turned out to be a famous female killer, look at this dexterous appearance, it really makes me happy." The woman raised her slender fingers and was about to caress Zhen Yue's cheek.

Zhen Yue staggered, glanced at the fragrant shoulders that the woman showed from time to time, and said lightly: "I've seen the charming master." With obvious disdain in respect, this woman in red is Yurong, the palace master of Meiyan Palace, and is the object of imagination of the men of Qilinfang.

Yurong's eyes were like silk, and she sneered: "I'd rather die than enter the Meiyan Palace, it's really holy, and it's not like that when you take off your clothes." ”

"If Lord Mei has nothing else to do, then I will retire first, lest Elder Teng wait for a long time." Zhen Yue didn't wait for her to respond, and left by mistake.

Yurong's red nails caressed the hair on her shoulders, looking at the departing light back, her eyes flashed with cold light, blending with the frozen snow.

The Killing Rain Building is the place where the Killing Team gathers, Zhen Yue patted the broken snow on her body and sat at the end, the stove in the corner of the wall crackled, which instantly warmed people.

There were thirty people sitting in the palatial hall, and the man in the first seat took a sip of tea, looked at Zhen Yue, and frowned.

Zhen Yue also felt the hostility from men, but it was understandable, Zhen Yue's matter of pretending to be a man has always been a stalk in Teng Jian's heart, and Teng Jian's clear distinction between public and private is also a blessing.

Zhen Yue raised his eyes and smiled at Qiu Sheng on the other side, today he wore a crescent-colored robe, his hair crown was simple and magnificent, he was born with a noble spirit, so simple to clean up, even more Yonghua.

Teng Jian put down the teacup and said succinctly: "There is a new task." ”

Everyone was concentrated, and they didn't dare to miss half a word, only to see Teng Jian raise his eyebrows and point to the last seat: "This mission is handed over to the two of you, it's time to test your hard work over the past few months." ”

"Subordinates obey." Zhen Yue and Qiu Sheng hurriedly got up and leaned over.

The other killers present couldn't help but show resistance and contempt for this female killer who came out, and they all sneered.

Teng Jian waved his hand to the personal guard next to him, Wind Shadow, who walked towards the two of them with a purple wooden plate.

Zhen Yue glanced at it, not caring about the contempt of others at all, and took the Yueya List in Fengying's hand with a face as usual, it felt smooth, it was made of the unique cocoon chrysalis cultivated by the snow leaves of the Western Regions, and the dyed textures belonged to the upper layer.

"Set off in three days, you should be very clear about the rules of the workshop, only success is not allowed to fail, and no people will be left behind." Teng Jian got up and said sonorously, but he didn't know that just a few words were like a nightmare, constantly impacting Zhen Yue's heart.

When Zhen Yue returned to Zhuyu Courtyard, it was already dark at night, and the bamboo forest was struggling, and she felt that this winter was getting colder and colder.

A yellow lamp glowed faintly with a warm light, tearing open the silent night, thinking that it was the first and second years of the new year waiting for her, she gently pushed the courtyard door, and the door with light in the side room suddenly opened.

"Girl, you're back, do you want a supper?" Chu Yi carried an oil lamp and shivered in the cold wind.

Zhen Yue saw that she was thinly dressed, she must have just laid down, and she was in a hurry when she heard the voice.

"I've eaten in the Killing Rain Building, so let's rest." Zhen Yue waved her hand and entered the house.

The stove in the room burned quietly, washing away the cold air on her body, and she slowly pulled out the moon list from her waist by the faint light of the candlestick, and her slender fingers paused, and finally opened it leisurely.

"Shu Kingdom, Linyang City, Fan Si, the minister of the supervising army, died in the eleventh and fourth hour of the ancient month." The vigorous and powerful characters jumped on the silk surface, and below was the Qilinfang totem, which was the frightening Yueya list, and the king of Hades was powerless to return to the sky, and I don't know which powerful person asked for the head of the minister of the prison army at a high price.

She didn't want to take another look, her fingers were distinct, and she put the Yueya Bang into the dark grid of the wall, a pair of black and white eyes suppressed the increasingly thick black whirlpool, and finally sighed, blew the candle and went to rest, vaguely remembering Qiu Sheng's solemn eyes in front of the Killing Rain Building, thinking that she was worried and worried, she had already made a bloodthirsty blade, so she could only put away too much weakness, this is the price of living!

Three days later, in the early morning, the morning glow penetrated the mist like a light veil, and there were bursts of horses' hooves, which made the silent Nine Shadows Main Road tremble and roar, and the people of Ye'an City were still sleeping, and there was silence after the horses' hooves.

The guards patrolling the city were in good order, and they only glanced sideways at the two outstanding people on horseback, and then let them go, and the two passed through the gate of Ye'an City, and the horses flew to the northwest, splashing a large area of cold wind and snow.

I saw that at the border of Ye'an City, a large number of famine refugees were huddled together, skinny, with empty eyes, only relying on the instinct of survival to look at the two people in simple clothes, but they did not dare to come forward to beg, just looking at the appearance of the two are not ordinary people.

Zhen Yue sighed, stabilized the red horse, and looked at the corpses that could be seen everywhere on the snow, but the towering city gate was tightly closed, and the soldiers guarding the gate drove away the starving refugees with hideous faces, lest they dirty the noble imperial capital.