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Ouyang Feifei tried her best to make her voice sound calm, but it was difficult to hide the trembling in the depths of her tone, as if a throbbing from the depths of her soul.

She lifted her neck slightly, trying to look proud.

Wang Yong sat down on the sofa weakly, smoking a cigarette violently, and an indescribable wry smile hung on the corner of his mouth. He didn't dare to look at Ouyang Feifei's eyes, he was afraid, afraid to see that under her seemingly hard appearance, there was actually a soft and fragile heart hidden.

He was afraid to see the sadness that came from her heart.

"Hmm." Answered after a slight suffocating silence.

Uh-huh.

Wang Yong's voice kept echoing in her mind, ebbing and falling, gushing endlessly. There was another silence that made it feel like the heavens and the earth were about to collapse.

"Oh, then you go to bed early tonight, and see you tomorrow." Ouyang Feifei's tone was indescribably calm and natural, turning around, twisting the handle, opening the door, and closing the door......

Wang Yong shook his head helplessly, looking at the door that had been closed, his hand was finally straightened. After a gentle and weak "Fei Fei", he also entered the house and closed the door.

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Following.

Dongying, the top of Showa Daifu Mountain is covered in silver. The cold wind howled, rolling white snowflakes flying all over the sky, wanton and flamboyant.

Like dust, like butterflies, like flocculents, like cherry blossoms......

Thousands of postures, thousands of styles, sometimes the snow silk and the wind whisper, warm breeze, disappearing.

Sometimes the falling English is colorful and lingering, and it is graceful. Sometimes it is cold and ruthless and whistling by, retreating.

A wisp is sometimes low and soft. Like snowflakes, sometimes high-pitched and agitated. Like a blizzard falling on the opposite side, it turns again. Desolate and vast, ethereal and tranquil. A piece of music with the taste of Dongying faintly drifted with the wind and snow.

A white shadow of a woman by the lake, dressed in a kimono as white as snow, adorned with several cherry blossoms, petals like snow in the sky, sprinkled all over the hem, spotless. With clogs on his feet, he stepped on the snow, "creaking and creaking." "Make a noise. Leave a footprint. Holding a jade winding horizontal knife in his hand, the knife is shining, the cool air is scattered, and the swift tossing and turning between the heaven and the earth, dancing with the music of snowflakes.

is so one, and a black shadow suddenly appeared on the beautiful picture.

The general of the Phantom Ninja Sect, dressed in a black kimono, bowed his head with bated breath, and bent over at a standard of forty-five degrees. Standing respectfully aside, letting the snow fall at will, a thick layer of snow had accumulated on the back of his head. He's been standing bent over for a while, and he's still like a puppet. Don't dare to move.

"Say it." Like the cold wind blowing on the top of the mountain, the sound is chilling through the heart, crisp and bright but cold to the bone. Woman's teeth and eyebrows. A little red lips, skin snow. Reflecting the white snow with a little jade-like luster, there was a trace of gloom in the narrow Danfeng's eyes. A hint of charm, a hint of agility.

The general breathed a sigh of relief and slowly lifted his waist. The soreness in his lower back, numbing half of his body, made him almost unsteady on his feet.

"With Madame Butterfly from Organization X this time, we have had many failures. Originated from the other party's cunning inducement, and the information found was untrue. Caused a lot of trouble for Madame Butterfly. ”

The general's frozen pale lips trembled as he spoke, trying to turn his stiff and numb waist, not daring to move too much.

"Defeat?" The woman's eyes swept sadly, and she snorted slightly. The wide sleeves were flicked, rolling up the drifting snow, cold and proud, the blade was horizontal, and the tip of the knife was close to the snow, "Stab." A long ravine appeared.

On the side of the knife surface, mention "Tengteng." "Stir up countless clouds of snow and throw them into the sky.

I saw the sword flashing and turning into sharp arrows that captured people's hearts.

"Brush." The knife face hits every snowball that falls from the sky. With a whistling wind, it smashed the general on the side, and smashed on the top of his head, like a wooden stake target, and the snow fell from the general's head and face.

The general's face was like a thousand needles, cold and piercing, his head ached faintly, and his ears buzzed like wild bees. He could only grit his teeth, clench his fists, and endure in silence. Feel the cold anger that is faintly rolling in the woman.

"Defeat, you say? What about the consequences of failure? The woman's heart was not beating, she was not panting, she was holding the knife horizontally, and she was close to her eyebrows. The faint face is as calm as water, and the sword eyebrows are slightly raised. His eyes passed through the cold blade, turned into two ice swords, and swept towards the general.

The general was sincerely frightened, trembling, bowing his head uneasily, and eager to burrow into it if there was a hole in the ground. He knew that the failure of this mission had brought an unprecedented blow to the Phantom Ninja Sect, and the reputation of the Phantom Ninja Sect had plummeted. For this woman, she has always been committed to the goal of carrying forward the Phantom Ninja Sect. Hearing such news was a bolt from the blue.

During the ups and downs of the music, only a string rubbing against the strings was heard, making a sharp string sound, like an egret flying straight into the sky.

The woman's neat bangs in front of her forehead moved, her hands held the horizontal knife, her feet stepped on the clogs, and she stepped horizontally, and the horizontal knife was pulled obliquely. "Brush" a knife shadow greeted the snow, shining with a cold light, as fast as lightning. I saw a cold ice on the surface of the lake burst open, making a cracking sound.

The general trembled, panicked in his heart, took a step back, and his voice trembled: "Please calm the anger of the sect master, and his subordinates will definitely swear to make up for the loss of the sect's reputation." ”

The eyes have been observing the woman's every move. Sensing the woman's killing intent with a chill, she quickly stabilized her body and stood with her hands down.

"Swear to make amends? Are you preparing to commit suicide by caesarean section? The woman's eyes narrowed. With his head held high, his red lips were bright and slightly charming, but there was a layer of murderous intent. Then there was a spin and a slash of the horizontal knife, facing the retreating general.

The general almost screamed in surprise, and the sharp tip of the knife in front of him, a snowflake was split in half, silently falling on his eyelashes, turning into a drop of water. The liver and gallbladder are cracked, and if it is slightly worse, the forehead will be split and killed with a single knife.

A pause, a series of plucking of the shamisen, like hail in the sky, crackled on the frozen lake. The general's heart was pounding. The music suddenly closed again, turned straight down, and the beads fell on the jade plate.

"Please give your subordinates another chance, and when this mission is successfully completed, your subordinates will commit suicide by caesarean section to apologize." The general bent his knees and knelt on the ground.

The general's heart twitched a few times, and he was glad that he had just returned from the brink of death. also played a strategy to delay the army, thinking that the merits and demerits might be able to leave a life. His temples were sweaty, and his legs and feet were shaking.

"Opportunity?" The woman's graceful posture did not move, the blade turned, and pressed down: "Give you a chance, who gave us a chance for the Phantom Ninja Sect?" ”

"Sect Master, Madame Butterfly, please come to Huahai City to see you." Seeing that the sword was about to fall, the general's frightened heart almost jumped out of his mouth, and he held back his body, clearly and slightly trembling, and said it word by word, relying on the endurance of the love xù to persevere.

Thinking of Ida Chen Wolf Bèi's return from the sea, he stared at himself with a smile, and said slowly: "I heard that the sect master of your family is very principled. I'd like to ask her to come here and give me a review to see if my loss is meaningful to the Phantom Ninja Sect, and I can report back to the decision-making level of the X organization. ”

The general shuddered at the thought of this, and Ida Chen's serpent-like words penetrated into his heart.

and the most ruthless and decisive female demon head Fujiwara Lichi of the Phantom Ninja Sect, the two sides are like falling into the thousand-year-old ice, but they can only stand up to the end, or die without a place to be buried.

The general smashed his knees into the snow and lowered his head to suppress the panic in his heart: "Sect Master." Tremblingly, he took out a white gilded invitation from his arms, delicate and elegant, with a small pink cherry blossom on the white gold edge.

"Excuse me? Hehe, are you mistaken? Who is she, and am I going to go if she invites me? There are only places in this world that I want to go. The tip of the knife was raised, and a cold light flashed in the woman's narrow eyes.

"Ahh The general screamed, his hand covered one eye, blood seeped out from his fingers, and he rolled all over the ground in pain, but desperately suppressed his shouting.

At this time, the music Dongying Guzheng is like a cloud and a broken stream between flowing water, and it stops dumbly. The eight-foot "woo" long and deep timbre came.

A touch of blood, like a red plum blooming on the snow.

A bloody eyeball, with a gilded invitation, fell into the snow in a puff of smoke.

Several men in kimonos and stepping on clogs heard the screams and slowly came from a distance. The young man in the lead, glancing at the general who was covering his eyes and trembling his body, looked at the woman, a forty-five degree bend, standard Dongying etiquette.

After a few men bowed down, the well-trained shoveled away the bloody eyeballs, swept away the blood-stained residual snow, and quickly removed them like those hidden dirt and dirt in the world, turning a qiē into a snow-white and clean place, clear and unstained with dust everywhere.

"Li Chi, there's no need to be angry. Let me go to Huaxia Kingdom and solve this matter in person. The man's handsome face was full of respect, his hands were wearing white gloves, and he held a piece of clean white and pink brocade, and pink cherry blossoms were scattered on it.

Fujiwara Riike took the Nishikipa and fell into deep thought, carefully wiping the blood from the tip of the knife. After wiping it off, he threw the Jinpa as a rag.

When the Jinpa fell, the man caught it. Refold it, put it in a transparent bag, turn around and instruct his subordinates: "Burn it, leave no trace." ”

The woman checked the bright blade left and right, seemed to be satisfied, and slowly withdrew the knife,

The tip of the knife is aligned sideways with the scabbard, and the handle is elegantly pushed forward, "Brush." "A quick sheath. One slow and one fast, I saw a flash of knife, stabbing people's eyes. It seems that some kind of ritual has been completed, some kind of decision has been made.

"No, I'll take care of this matter myself." Fujiwara Ryuko tightly held the jade winding horizontal knife, and her long body was slim.

Ikawa Nakano raised his eyebrows, hesitated for a moment and said, "Lichi, do you know that this time the one we want to find out is the king who ranks first among the top ten mercenaries." This man has a great reputation and should not be underestimated. And in the powerful Wolf company behind him, there is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, and there are many talented and fierce people, please be cautious. ”

Out of some concern, and the status of the Phantom Ninja Sect's ninja think tank, I have to explain some powerful relationships.

"I'd love to meet the legendary king of mercenaries and see if he's as powerful as the legend. Ten mercenaries, can you stop my jade winding horizontal knife. Fujiwara Liike's red lips were slightly upturned, and her eyes were staring at the cracks in the surface of the lake, and her expression was shining.

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