The python accidentally swam ashore in the water in the courtyard, it shouldn't be here, it doesn't belong here. Glowing eyes, sniffing in the direction of their prey with a special thermal energy in the moonlight. It found nothing among the rockeries. It meanders along icy cobblestones. It sensed the presence of rats. The fat, ordinary house mouse dragged its long tail and paused beside the tall pine tree as if it had been overly frightened. The snake has locked on to this target, it knows who it is, and it is a ruthless killer.

It crawled past and burst into the leaves that had been swept into the hills, well protected by the withered foliage. Since it is yellow in itself, it is now submerged in the moonlight, and it is difficult to distinguish it. The rat heard a strange noise from the ground, and it thought it could catch a grasshopper or a cricket, or something that would feed its stomach. But there didn't seem to be any other living creatures here, and it was a bleak autumn night. It wondered if it would go to the back of the dining room, maybe the door hadn't been closed, maybe some of the townsmen had made a small hole, maybe it could jump on other objects leaning against the wall, and then jump through the paper window and pounce into the interesting, scented storeroom.

It made up its mind, and its red pupils flashed with a greedy glow, and it began to move quickly in the direction of the leaf pile. Swiftly, an object like a sharp arrow flashed behind him. Its subconscious speed became quite fast at the time, and later it was able to burst into power with the intent of fleeing for its life, and it quickly fled and disappeared into the darkness. The thick python that had just swept up the dead leaves seemed tired or impatient, and it had no intention of catching the escapee. In the game of hunters and prey, there are always losers and winners, and as hunters, there are only successes and failures, and there is nothing to do with death.

The snake can easily continue to wander around, looking for weaker creatures with body heat at night. It remembered the guys who chirped during the day, especially the plump, snow-white eggs they had.

The snake crawled towards the nearest pine tree and coiled up. It looks slow. There was a gust of wind blowing head-on, and the snake remained alertly motionless, like a thick vine coming to the plant, and did not attract the attention of others. After the wind, it continued to climb upwards. Eventually, it stopped on a branch, not because it had the nest it needed. Rather, this branch is interestingly placed on the roof of tiles. It was unusually excited and excited, and perhaps there was a strange prey waiting for it. Wrapped around the branches that began to flutter up and down, it slowly continued this spiral crawling motion. Its strength is very great, and when the force of the winding is rubbing, the dry pine tree is completely lacking in water, and it seems to be the fine skin on the surface of the cracked surface to squeeze and fall off. That's okay, it's not going to be scared by it. Because he was at a high distance from the ground, no one would notice him. After all, in addition to humans, the thick python in the human courtyard is not at all something that animals such as poultry can challenge, even a domestic dog will die under his entanglement.

It stretched out its head, the size of a man's fist, and slowly descended, touching the black tiled back, which was slightly warmer than its body temperature. Its body spiraled slowly on the tree pole, the front part moving on the undulating tile back, maintaining its graceful posture of a strong meandering crawl.

The moonlight undoubtedly exposed his body to the air, and the pattern in the shape of a five-baht coin spread all over his body. Its tongue retracts rapidly, making a "hissing" sound that is frightening enough for house mice. With his thermal sensing abilities, all he can catch is an approaching uninvited guest. The shadow of a black giant fell on the back of the tile without making a sound, but the body heat had been sketched in the snake's mind in the outline of a man. What a great prey, the snake cleverly stopped, slowly raising its head to properly lock on to its prey - the liquid of the cold-blooded animal spilled all over the back of the tile, its tongue rolled between the black tiles, and its body remained motionless.

The uninvited guest showed unusual ruthlessness and agility. He is completely black in tights, completely superior to the snake in terms of ability, he is more cold-blooded, more ruthless, more ruthless, mercenary, and only the head of his prey is what he wants. But today, the head of the snake is not the target. The target was in the tiled house, the one who could still breathe. Today, however, the situation is different. It was late at night, but there seemed to be two people moving in the house. Four companions came to the cold-blooded uninvited guest, and they looked at each other and nodded.

They quickly jumped off the rooftops, and their cat-like light hands made them fall silently to the ground. Their bodies were almost bent at right angles, their murderous eyes squinting in a line, and their hands moved in small steps, up the stone steps and under the porch of the gate. One approached the window, raised his head, pulled off his mask, put his index finger into his open mouth, and stuck it with the spit on his tongue. This roller-skating liquid adheres and pulls out a parabolic filament as it exits the cavity.

The wet finger gently pressed on the paper window, allowing the fishy liquid to penetrate the paper, and the water was quickly absorbed by the paper paste, and then the finger poked a little harder, and pierced the lower right corner of the paper window. The man in black pulled on his mask and didn't seem to be breathing at all. His right eye moved to the past, peering through the hole of opportunity he had just created. An oil lamp is lit on the table. It was two men sitting at a round table talking to each other, both of them of a rare, burly physique in terms of physique. When he listened to the task before, he already knew that the owner of this room was named Lu Bu, who was one foot tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. It must be the man who is lifting the flask right now. I only heard this adult named Lu Bu say: "Zilong's idea is good, but Shi Yuan always has him if he doesn't move, and we can only talk nonsense here." ”

Zhao Yun picked up the blue and white wine glass, the two touched it, and drank it happily.

For the five men in black, the situation at this moment is beyond the scope of the task, and the transformation from one person to two people is a common occurrence. So just wait for the leader to call the shots.

The man in black, who had seen the situation, carefully lowered his body and nodded to the other four. These night walkers, refreshingly, quickly pulled out a dagger glowing with moonlight out of nowhere. They gathered in front of the door.

"Phew!"

Two doors were kicked open. The two people who were drinking did not move their heads, glanced out of the corner of their eyes, and quickly caught five men in black rushing in, each holding a short dagger. These uninvited guests didn't even have a word. However, Lu Bu and Zhao Yun didn't have anything to say to them. The two generals stood up at the same time, their bodies as majestic as a mountain, and spread out in front of the man in black. The leader's dagger was the first to stab at Lu Bu. Lu Bu didn't intend to dodge, and with a kick as fast as lightning, he kicked the attacker away, spun twice in the air, and smashed through the window. Zhao Yun grabbed the right arm of the sneak attacker with one hand, and let the deadly dagger stare at him only dryly, and then made a fist with one hand, and hit the opponent's left chest, making a muffled sound that shattered inside, and the person fell backwards and did not get up, and his heart was shattered.

Zhao Yun took two steps back and picked up the oak round stool, which was pierced by the dagger of the man in black. As soon as his foot was retracted, his opponent's dagger fell with the stool, and he couldn't pull it out at all. As soon as the black-clothed man without a weapon raised his head, he was swept to the side of his face by Zhao Yun, and quickly bounced to the ground, his right cheek shattered.

"Drink!"

Lu Bu let out a thunderous shout in the face of the two black-clothed people, and the two of them were originally holding daggers to attack first, but they were shocked by this sound halfway, and their liver and gallbladder were shattered. Lu Bu stepped forward and kicked one of them to the ground, and swept the other one on the side of the face, and the sound of "bang" connected to the wooden table and the breaking of wine glasses sounded together.

"What a gut, even we dare to assassinate."

Lu Bu checked it, and all of them were killed. Zhao Yun smiled bitterly and said: "There is no proof of death, I knew that it would be lighter to start." ”

Lu Bu raised his eyebrows and said: "What do you have to think, it must be that Ma Teng saw that he couldn't hold on to us and used this kind of trick." ”

The black ghost, dragging its delicate but capable body, quickly came to the back of a pillar outside a room, and poked out half of its head to peep at the two gun-wielding guards at the gate. This is no ordinary general's house.

But something strange happened, and a sound that seemed to be the air quickly condensed into a bundle sounded. The two guards didn't notice it, but they noticed that their bodies were instantly paralyzed, and the darkness in front of them was even darker, as if ink had been poured on their faces. They slumped to the ground, motionless.

The black figure was already standing in front of the door, holding a spear in each hand. She's incredibly fast. What level of training would have been so swift that the weapons in the hands of the two had already been grasped by her before they fell. It was also to prevent these two weapons from making undeserved noises in the quiet darkness that ruined the plan.

The man in black carefully lowered her weapon, her hand pressed against the door, and as if she had made up her mind, she gradually pushed the door open. Although she only pushed the right side of the door open, the left side of the door also opened due to the internal structure, making a "creaking" sound, which was unavoidable, and she had already reduced the sound to a minimum. A sandalwood scent remained in her nasal mucosa. She crept into the room, which was a little warmer than outside. The moonlight quickly receded outside as the two doors closed from the inside. Only the paper window barely sent a little blue light, which spilled onto the ground by the window.