"Stationmaster, there's your emergency call!"

Yuan Yixiao shouted as he ran up from downstairs.

Xiao Guodong was reclining in his office chair, feeling a little physically and mentally exhausted since the explosion in the secret room last night, perhaps due to frustration and the gradual loss of confidence in the authorities' victory.

Yuan Yixiao's shouting made his tired nerves feel like they had been pricked by a needle, and he suddenly had a rapid reaction.

Emergency?

What kind of emergency electricity?

Xiao Guodong slowly stood up, walked out, walked out of the office door, and had a wide field of vision, and directly below was the central platform of the hall on the ground floor, on which the staff of Nanjing Station came and went, maintaining a tense working state at any time. Every time he stood behind the handrail, there was a feeling of looking down on the beings.

He walked to the door and greeted Yuan Yixiao.

"What kind of emergency is it?"

Yuan Yixiao looked around for a moment and whispered, "It's from Beiping." ”

"Oh?" When Xiao Guodong heard this, he walked back to the office. Yuan Yixiao followed closely.

"Tell me, what's going on."

Yuan Yixiao picked up a translated telegram and presented it to Xiao Guodong.

This telegram came from Zheng Biwan's "Shangfeng", the mysterious man who was as ghostly as a ghost.

Xiao Guodong looked at it lightly, and casually gave the telegram to Yuan Yixiao. "Smile, what's the problem?"

Yuan Yixiao, who was in a hurry, seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water, and asked: "Stationmaster, according to this telegram, Xu Bohao is afraid that he will cause trouble." ”

"Trouble? What kind of trouble? ”

"In the telegram, let's stop meddling in the affairs of Zheng Biwan and Li Qingfeng, but Xu Bohao has already taken people to the National University!"

Xiao Guodong was still cold and said, "Are you afraid that Zheng Biwan will kill Xu Bohao, or are you afraid that Xu Bohao will kill Zheng Biwan?" ”

"Subordinate...... The subordinates are afraid that 'Situ' will have something wrong. ”

......

Zhuo Shaoqing glanced up at the clear sky above, and suddenly seemed to be about to turn cloudy, such cloudy and uncertain, like the obscurity of the current situation. It's more like a woman's heart is changeable, suddenly crazy and devotive, or sometimes cold as ice.

Situ Jing's cold and murderous eyes were staring at him—which added to the chill under the uncertain sky.

The two of them stood in front of the teaching building, which has been around for a few years, and the exterior walls are gray, white, and black as the base colors, which looks extremely thick and dignified.

The wood and stone structure, the square form, and the four big characters of "National School" on the entrance hall are vigorous and powerful. There are all kinds of plants planted around the school, but the cold wind in the south has long since turned these plants into thin branches.

The eaves corner of the southeast corner of the school used some exquisite craftsmanship to get out of the totem pattern different from the other three corners, and the flowing clouds in the sky moved slowly with the gust of wind, and the cloud pattern on the totem seemed to be moving.

The gust of wind not only blew the cloud pattern, but also blew the corners of Zhuo Shaoqing's robe, and at this moment, Zheng Biwan had naturally walked into the teaching building. In fact, from the moment he first met Situ Jing, he clearly felt that Situ Jing's murderous aura that could erupt like a volcano at any time, although she tried her best to hide this murderous aura, but a master like Zhuo Shaoqing could naturally tell how powerful such a woman would be if she started to do it.

So he deliberately stayed alone and let Zheng Biwan go first, although Zheng Biwan's level was about the same as him, he would rather go to risk himself than let Zheng Biwan have the possibility of being injured.

He will not let Zheng Biwan join forces to deal with Situ Jing, in the face of an enemy like Situ Jing, he is really not sure that he can take care of Zheng Biwan in the chaos, and he can fight alone but be more effective.

What's more, there was Xu Bohao next to him at that time, and this guy was even more of a non-fuel-efficient lamp. It's more like a pile of dry firewood, as long as the fire is lit, it will be lit immediately, and it will not be supplemented by external factors, it will only burn more and more.

Situ Jing naturally saw through his careful thinking about Zheng Biwan, she looked at the man in front of her: Zhuo Shaoqing has a complex temperament all over his body, it is really hard to say, he is very good at calligraphy, and naturally has three points of literary talent, but the current situation creates people, and he was then forced to mix in the rivers and lakes, and over the years he has developed a cynical and casual prodigal spirit.

Such a man, when he is quiet, has the demeanor of Wei and Jin, and when he moves, he kills like hemp, he really has an indescribable unique temperament, such a man, few women are not interested in him.

However, he couldn't impress Zheng Biwan, it was really fate.

Being able to kill such an opponent, Situ Jingda itched in his heart.

Zhuo Shaoqing smiled slightly: "You are a lady, I will let you strike first." ”

Situ Jing said coldly: "No one can let me strike first." ”

"Oh, no one?"

"Yes, no."

"Never."

Zhuo Shaoqing asked again: "I haven't done it before." ”

Situ Jing said: "There has never been a 'person'. ”

Zhuo Shaoqing laughed again, this kind of trademark bad smile had confused many enemies in his assassin career: "Could it be that it is not a person who makes you strike first?" ”

Situ Jing said word for word: "No, just because the people who let me strike first have become dead people." ”

Zhuo Shaoqing stopped smiling and said, "No wonder there are fewer and fewer gentlemen in the world, and they all meet 'ladies' like you." ”

Situ Jing said: "You are no exception. ”

Zhuo Shaoqing said: "I hope that the gentlemen in the future will not provoke you less, but what you say in the next must be fulfilled, and what you say in the next is often very accurate." ”

Situ Jing said: "What words? ”

"There is no woman in this world who can kill me."

Situ Jing suddenly closed her eyes, as if she was already enjoying the pleasure of killing Zhuo Shaoqing.

Zhuo Shaoqing also closed his eyes, he imagined how fast and ruthless Situ Jing's shot would be, and he quickly imagined in his mind what way he should dodge, defend, and counterattack.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze resting on Situ Jing's pale hands.

Such a hand is chilling. Zhuo Shaoqing is a top assassin, but Situ Jing is a murder weapon, assassins are often in the dark, all quietly, first hide themselves, find the right time to give the target a fatal blow, but Situ Jing's hand exudes the momentum of "those who block me die".

Such hands must kill from the front, and killing people from behind will definitely not be enjoyable.

The sound of Zheng Biwan and Xu Bohao's fight had already come out of the teaching building, and Zhuo Shaoqing knew with his ears that Zheng Biwan could not fall behind, but he himself, he couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart, whether he could avoid Situ Jing's blow.

But he doesn't seem to have a choice, the assassin is not good at attacking head-on, if he strikes first, he will inevitably be caught by Situ Jing, and he may be fatal by a blow at that time.

Quiet.

Flowing clouds float and gusts of wind sway lightly.

Rustling, you can hear the wind passing through the branches.

Zhuo Shaoqing calmed down, and after taking it with one hand, his spirit was lifted, and his body seemed to be a little taller, and he raised his hand: "Please!" ”

"Good!"

Situ Jing's voice was not sharp, and the word "good" came out of his mouth, but it made people feel like a blade. As soon as he exited, there was a cold light.