On the hillside, a black shadow fell, looking at Yan Hong in the fierce battle, his expression was inexplicable, the wide black cloak was slightly open, among the gray hood, no one saw his eyes, his left hand was raised slightly, and in the dark night, he seemed to be holding a small mechanism in his hand, aiming at Yan Hong's direction.

This is destined to be an unquiet night, a fierce battle is over, but a crisis has not ended, on the hillside, the figure in a cloak gradually moved, but his eyes have been following Yan Hong's back, and the wind blows.

He seemed to feel a slight wetness on his cheeks, and then, the brim of his hat sank slightly, and the raindrops the size of beans slipped from the cumulus clouds, which was just the beginning, at least it was not a good start for him who ambushed his prey, because the rain would block his vision.

The heavy rain pours down, and it will affect the accuracy of the Dao mechanism, so from childhood to adulthood, what he hates the most is the rain, but he can't walk in the sun, so gradually he likes the starry sky and the bright moon.

The moon and stars add a poetic touch to the sky.

In the twilight of the night, there were a few sparse and sparkling stars.

The moon appeared among them, its round face, with a kind and gentle smile, quietly looking down on the earth, and a few thin gray clouds lingering around her, like a fairy dancing with her sleeves. The bright moonlight draped the earth with a silver-gray gauze skirt, shining on the petals, the flowers were more delicate, sprinkled in front of the bed, a little cool, with a little fragrance of the night air intertwined, refreshing people's hearts......

Walking alone in the courtyard, looking at the dark sky, a crescent moon emits a faint silver light, and there is no cloud and mist to obstruct it, so it appears brighter and brighter, which is rare to see in the past.

The moon is like a large round jade disk, which makes people reverie. And the dense constellation of sparkling stars. Just like the sparks flying from a waterfall. He loves to communicate with the stars, and he likes to whisper to the moon.

Just such a person, quietly enjoy the unique light in the night, quietly taste the unique scenery in the night, quietly accompany the starry sky, or let the starry sky accompany himself.

For many years, this was the only way for him to relieve his loneliness, and he also regarded the moon and stars as his best friends, they were in this world. The only 'man' that can be trusted.

I will never be 'betrayed' by them.

And gradually getting older, he knew that it would be too late if he didn't make a move, Yan Hong took Duanmu Rong's hand with blood marks across the aisle, and wanted to walk in front of him, this is a unique opportunity, Yan Hong leaned in, and both of them passed sideways in front of him.

Yan Hong's tall figure completely blocked Duanmu Rong's body. He knew that as long as he lightly touched the mechanism, Yan Hong's temple would pierce a hole, and then it would all be over.

Put the index finger of your left hand in your mouth. Hold it gently, it's not a bad taste, it's his desire to keep his fingers warm, because that's the only way to pull the trigger at the best time.

Cold fingers. It is also a good assassin who should not have.

――Bang Bang -

Another drop of rain gently dripped on the hood, and at this moment, the space seemed to freeze. Time seems to have slowed down, the whole world is in his eyes, and the picture becomes a perfect slow motion.

I only saw Yan Hong slowly raise his toes, and then his heels dropped gently, his steps were extremely light and well-proportioned, and he fell in the shallow stagnant water, without even the slightest splash, no! It should be said that there is not even a trace of ripples.

With the left foot out, the right heel is on the heel, the spacing of each step is the same, the rhythm is the same, and there is no disorder, all of which means that Yan Hong is in the best state at this moment.

In a big fight with fifteen people, it is really admirable to have such physical fitness, and even he had to give Yan Hong a 'suit' word in his heart.

If you think about it carefully, he can't do it to such a perfect extent, at least he himself.

But this perfection will also come to an end at this second of the night, because his left index finger has pulled the trigger so hard that everything will be over.

In this way, everything that belongs to Yan Hong will be turned into ashes, and the story that belongs to Yan Hong will be completely submerged in the long river of history, and he himself has successfully completed a task.

Although this is not the first mission, although this is not the first time to kill, although this is not the first time to succeed, this time there is an indescribable excitement surging in his heart.

Airplanes!!!

The sound of the blade cutting through the air was immediately muffled by the sound of the rain, almost inaudible, his eyes were firmly fixed on the three-edged feather arrows that shot out, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously flashed a smile, very small, very shallow, very faint, maybe even he didn't know.

How happy I am at this moment.

Click!!

It was the sound of shattering, something shattering, and it was fragmented, gone.

Is it Yan Hong's head?

Maybe......

Through the layers of rain curtains, his eyes were once again fixed on Yan Hong, Duanmu Rong stood slim beside him, holding one of Yan Hong's arms with both hands, with a thick surprise on his face, and the anger in his eyes was almost bursting out of his eyes.

Yan Hong's straight waist bent down a little bit, why is this?

Kendo, what it means is to rather bend than bend, what you want is, rather take it in the straight and not go to the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yan Hong is well versed in the essence of kendo, why would he bend down at this time?

It seems that he has really been hit by an arrow, and the energy of his life is passing little by little, maybe he can't support it anymore, and a story will come to an end here.

But is it possible?

The answer is not too far away, and the results won't keep us waiting long.

――Let's go〜

Another light drop of water rang in his ears, and suddenly his body trembled, and his hood slipped off with it.

This is a face that has never been seen before, with a delicate face, long hair and a shawl, lying silkworm eyebrows, a hooked nose, eyes but a small waist with a delicate gear, four holes in the wheel, twelve blades on the edge, in the center of the wheel, tied to a fine copper chain the thickness of the middle finger, the other end of the chain is on his right wrist, as long as his right hand shakes, this murderous weapon will leap out, but tonight he can no longer move.

He also held a delicate hand crossbow in his hand.

He just held this position, like a statue, frozen there forever.

The blood stains on the chest were as big as sesame seeds, and after a while, the big Confucian soybeans were like jujubes in the back, and finally expanded to the size of potatoes, and then the entire left side of the chest collapsed, and the blood flowed like an infusion!

It turned out that it was just ...... It was his heart shield that was shattered, shattered, and difficult to recover.

It's like his life.

They have no surnames, no names, only code names, and those who know them, they call them - blood drops! (To be continued......)

PS: Rush out a chapter in Hengdian Cinema, and the National Day will be changed, Smecta