Because he was happy, he drank a few more drinks today, and now he is a little dizzy. "Master Liang, you better drink less, you will have a cave room later, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold."

A young man dressed in a short gray coat on the side whispered, his head bowed, and his gray cloth hat was a little big, so that people couldn't see his face clearly.

is really a discerning guy, if you ask Wang Quan to go to the house to do things by yourself later, he is lacking such manpower.

Liang Jing secretly approved, and then after this little guy's words, he said haha to everyone and was ready to leave.

"I'll help you through." The little guy saw that Liang Jing's footsteps were a little staggering, and hurriedly stepped forward two steps, carried Liang Jing out of the hall, and walked along the corridor to the inner courtyard.

"What's your boy's name? Are you interested in coming to my house to do things? ”

Liang Jing burped, "I will definitely not treat you badly, do you want to be the deputy head of the Liang Mansion?" If you want something, don't worry, say it boldly. ”

With some drunkenness, he began to lobby with great interest.

"As long as Liang Ye is willing to give this life to the villain, the little one will be very content." The little guy whispered back.

Before Liang Jing could react, he heard a slight clicking sound and then a pop, and he felt as if a snake had spit out the poison core in his back heart, and a touch of coolness was fleeting, leaving only bursts of sharp pain and overwhelming darkness from the back of his heart. Long Ze quickly took off his gray hat, and his sharp forehead swelled restlessly, revealing an indifferent face.

Under the blue-black eyes, a faint scar stretched across the entire face, making his originally young face look a little terrifying. It was the scar of his opponent's greatsword in his first killing, and the man who could have chopped his head off at the last moment had half of his head and shoulders cut off, leaving only this deep scar on his face, when he was twelve years old. He silently climbed the outer wall, leaving behind the brightly lit courtyard.

There wasn't much time to linger, and he needed to rush to the center of the chaotic imperial power, Tian Yuan.

No way! What's going on? Lei Ye felt like he was almost going to pee his pants.

Just now, he was also the deputy envoy of the Daquan City Soldiers and Horses Division, and he led a team of more than a dozen people to check at the port.

The sailors and merchants who came and went all bowed their heads and avoided the roadside, and he rode rampant on a tall horse, full of ambition. Now a dozen of his black-armoured men had fallen to the side of the road, all their torsos scattered on the road, blood still gurgling through the neat incisions, damp and fishy on the port's damp and fishy pavement.

Lei Ye remembered that when Boss Xu, who was at the head of the team, was still laughing loudly, his arm left his body, and then time seemed to stand still at that moment, and he watched as all the people froze as if they had been magical, and then there was a puff of blood sprinkling out, bewitching and dazzling.

He only felt that his body was sinking, and the Hanzhou warm-blooded horse under his crotch was paralyzed on the ground, and he turned over, avoiding the bad luck of being crushed under the horse, but his whole body was stained with sticky blood on the ground, and the black light robe became heavy.

On the side of a wooden boat, a girl dressed as a fisherwoman slowly appeared, and her plaid short coat still had a little salt stain on it. Her long black hair was coiled up, and her white face was full of banter in her dark brown eyes.

Her arms, exposed outside her short robe, were as white as jade, and her hands shimmered with silver, but they were several delicate steel needles.

"You...... Who are you? Lei Ye's voice was like a cold trumpet bird in winter, trembling and deformed.

Luoyang smiled like a flower, raised his hand gently, and a sharp sound of breaking the air sounded, Lei Ye's tall body shook slightly, and the whole person fell backwards.

Several steel needles were nailed to his chest, and the patterns of stars and moons on the neckline of the black robe were quickly soaked with blood on the ground.

It's a pity that I can't see such a blue sky in Tian Yuan.

Luoyang sighed with some regret, and looked back at the junction of the sea and the sky in the distance for the last time.

On the ridge of Daming Mountain, the sunset has just set, reflecting the sunset in the sky.

"There are a total of six people who came to Tian Yuan this time, and their files are here."

A young man dressed in black handed over a stack of sealed envelopes. "Luoyang, Nozawa...... It's all some famous knives in this hall, it seems to be a big operation, what help do I need to give them this time? ”

The person who replied was a burly middle-aged man, with a rough face covered with raunchy hawthorn, and short hair bursting vertically. He was just casually draped in a gray cloth robe, revealing his thick bronzed chest muscles.

"All you need is to lead them and get the job done. This time, you are the watchman. ”

The young man in black raised the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly. "I'm a watchman?"

Lao Liu looked at the young man in front of him suspiciously, the watcher was the person who was responsible for mending the knife to the fish that slipped through the net in Tianluo's assassination operation, or killing those who missed the knife.

And since becoming Tian Yuan's liaison, the sixth has not directly participated in the assassination operation for a long time.

"Yes, this is the secret seal of the main hall."

The young man stared into the eyes of the sixth child. "I see, when will these knives arrive?" The sixth avoided the other party's aggressive gaze and pretended to ask casually.

"The fifth day of April." Watching the young man's thin back disappear into the alley, the sixth felt that his head hurt a little. Who is this person? He is not very old, but his status within Tianluo Hall is not low.

Even he, the contact person of the Apocalypse, didn't know the details of the other party at all.

Could it be...... No.

The sixth shook his head slightly, vetoing his ridiculous idea. He decided to go to the flower street in Yongle Fang for a leisurely getaway, so that his head might not hurt so much. There are still two months left, and I hope these six knives are not the ones that make his head hurt even more. He spread out the last piece of paper the young man had left behind, wanting to see who the operation was targeting.

Damn it! The sixth felt that his head was hurting more and more.

Six knives, kill seven people.

In the eleventh year of Emperor Kuang of Zhou, March 28, one hundred miles south of Tianyuan City, the official road.

A purple brocade carriage was surrounded by more than a dozen guards, slowly moving north.

If the two Hokuriku horses pulling the cart do not reflect the nobility of the owner's identity, the many domestic slaves and well-armored guards accompanying them explain this very well. In front of the guards, there were two large black flags fluttering, one with the emblems of the stars and the moon, and the other with large flat characters.

Inside the car sat a middle-aged man with a slight hair, the emblems of the stars and the moon on the black robe delicately outlined in silver wire. As one of the few people who went to support the puppet lord of Chunguo, Tao Zhiguan is now in a hurry to return to Tianyuan, and he still remembers the assassination a few days ago.

Now the domestic situation in Chunguo is in turmoil, and he has been unable to get a response to the news of flying pigeons several times in a row, so he has no choice but to go to Tianyuan to ask for help.

Fortunately, there was no danger along the way, and Tian Yuan was already within easy reach.