The moonlight was like water, shining on her face, making her facial features extremely clear, and the girl's originally rough face became beautiful at the moment. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info only the appreciators of this scene are only the smoke-blackened walls and the silent stove iron pot, which is somewhat disturbing the scenery.

Rose got up from the bed, she figured it was time, he slowly got up, took the dagger in his hand, moved his joints a little to make sure they could stab deadly blades at the critical moment, and walked out of the room.

Old man Zhang was still sleeping soundly, and Rose looked at the old man, this old man was in his sixties, and his weakened body was no longer enough to support his life, so he would scream and cry out for back pain and chest tightness. Rose thought about it, this person probably won't live long, even if he doesn't die under her dagger, most of them will die in one night, she doesn't need to be this bad guy.

With that in mind, she gently pushed the door open and stepped out, into a patch of moonlight.

It was the two Christians who kept vigil today, but it wasn't the stones that entertained them today.

Rose walked slowly in the darkness, her dagger glowing cold in the moonlight, and disappearing in the darkness, as if death had come.

One of the disciples said with a big grin: "Brother, I'm going to pee, you show me something!" ”

Another said with a little dissatisfaction: "You lazy donkey grinds a lot of and pees, this time you said that you have a few bubbles of urine!" ”

"Do you care about people eating and drinking, and you also care about people pooping and peeing?" The other person replied without hesitation: "Lao Tzu told you that I am afraid of how big a person you are afraid of, and you are also afraid of ghosts!" So saying, the man went to the distance and released the water, and the sound of his peeing was very loud, which showed that his kidneys were functioning well, and the sound of the rushing water was a natural cover-up, which could hide the cry of the dying man.

Rose walked over to the back of the man standing guard and patted him on the shoulder.

"What-" I didn't have time to finish the words, so I held back the rest of the words.

Rose's heart sank, these people originally had blood debts on their hands, and she didn't have any psychological burden to kill these people. She dragged the man's body into the darkness and waited for the other prey to return.

Her expression is calm, but her mood is quite happy, she has no reason to be unhappy, she is playing her favorite game, this game has no rules, the only purpose is to kill, as for you can use any means. This gave her unlimited opportunities to use her imagination and challenge and exercise both intellectually and physically.

She loves it.

The peeing man came back, and he had been peeing for so long that Rose even wondered for a moment if he had a river in his belly, otherwise how could he have been peeing for so long?

The man was very alert, and he didn't realize that the original person was gone until he got closer.

He shouted, "Hey, are you there?" Where have you been? ”

No response.

"Are you kidding around with me? Okay, I'm wrong, come out. ”

Still no response.

Silence and terror spread through the space, and Rose could see a glimmer of fear rising in his eyes with a ray of moonlight.

Fear is better than the sword.

"Hey, come out quickly, if you don't come out again, I'll call someone!" The one shouted in a bit of annoyance, his expression anxious, apparently with some bad associations.

Rose slowly walked over to him and patted him on the shoulder.

Another flash of cold light shot out, and a streak of blood shot out, but it didn't hit Rose, and she avoided all the blood like a cat.

The fearful man fell to the ground, and his heart was still full of fear and doubt until he died.

"It wasn't me who killed him, it was fear that killed him." Thinking so, Rose continued to walk forward, and in front of her was the city gatehouse.

Behind her were two corpses, one from a dagger and one from fear.

Fear is better than the sword.

Rose weaves through the darkness of buildings and walls, her speed unhurried, maintaining her strength without wasting too much time.

There were a few people guarding the tower, but judging from the fact that their heads were hanging down and raised for a while, their spirits were not good. There were a few people under the wall who were making a fire, and Rose counted them, and there were four of them. This is the city gate, so there are more guards, and the defenses in other places are relatively weak, but it is impossible to pass a large number of soldiers in those places in a short time, so the breakthrough can only be chosen here.

She frowned, there were a total of eight people on the wall, if they were killed one by one, it would not be very difficult, but if they killed one person, it would inevitably make noise, and it would not be good if they aroused the vigilance of these people.

She is the Grim Reaper in the night, quiet and graceful, bringing death when people are not expecting it, rather than a loud roaring warrior who wears armor and carries a giant axe into enemy lines.

She slowly stayed in the darkness, patiently waiting for the time to come, and she had the patience of a hunter.

Time can change a lot of things, including exposing otherwise well-defended prey.

A man stood up from the edge of the fire, apparently to pee. Rose's eyes lit up, and she slowly followed. She walked slowly, but she was able to keep up with the man in front of her without losing sight.

The man wanted to pee nearby, but a person by the fire shouted, "Lou Lao Liu, why are you on fire recently?" Pee out of the pee! You stay away from us, I don't want to smell your urine all night! ”

Lou Lao Liu scolded secretly and continued to walk forward. Rose continued to follow. He walked to the base of a wall, looked left and right, and found no one, so he unbuckled his trousers, felt for the words, and prepared to pee.

Rose walked slowly behind him, waiting for him to pee.

The person in the pee is relaxed, which is the time when a person's vigilance is the lowest, and it is at this time that the risk can be minimized. Compared to this benefit, even a few smells of urine are bearable.

The water was rushing, and Rose stretched out her left hand to cover Lou Lao Liu's mouth, and gently slashed his throat with a dagger, ending another life. The man's throat was sliced open, and he was foaming at the blood, his mouth was covered, and his vitality was gone, so he couldn't resist. His urethra was still relaxed, so death fulfilled his last wish for him to keep his urine flowing.

Rose gave the man a hand, letting him slowly fall to the ground, and then continued back into the darkness, ready to plan the next death.

Two of the people who were roasting the fire had fallen asleep, and only one man was left barely able to maintain the most basic vigilance, but anyone who could see it knew that this man was not too far from sleeping.

Rose walked behind him from the darkness, gently sliced the skin of his throat with a knife, and sent him with his companion. The remaining two people did not escape death, and they all went to see Lord Yama in their sleep.

Sleep is a rehearsal of death.

They were at least lucky, they died in their sleep, without much pain or surprise.

Rose looked up at the top of the city wall, but no one noticed anything unusual underneath, perhaps the energy of those above was spent fighting sleep. She arranged the bodies of the men, made them look like they were sleeping, shoveled some dirt with her feet, covered them with the blood that flowed, and slowly walked up the stairs.

The staircase is also wooden, about twenty steps, and Rose stretched out her foot and stepped lightly, squeaking and squeaking, and if the whole person stood up, it would definitely make a louder sound.

That's a bit of a problem, Rose thought to herself.

At this moment, footsteps came from overhead, but luckily Rose stood in the dark and would not be detected. She ducked to the bottom of the stairs and waited for the man to come down.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, it's time for a shift change, right? Don't sleep, it's time to sleep! The man shouted as he stepped up and down the stairs, his weight was heavy, so he made an overwhelming sound of stepping on the stairs, making Rose wonder if the stairs would collapse by accident.

The man walked down the stairs, the stairs were of good quality, and although they had been wailing, they had never collapsed, much to the relief of Rose, who was hiding underneath. When this man saw that the three of them were lying on the ground and sleeping, he immediately became furious: "You people, let you be on the second shift, you only know how to sleep, sleep, sleep, and you don't know when someone cuts off your head!" He strode over, trying to wake up the incompetent sentinels. Rose secretly followed, thrust hard into his waist, and then drew the dagger, slashing at the throat of the person who turned around.

Two knives, one life.

Rose took the man by the hand and dragged him down the stairs, then stomped heavily up the stairs. The three people upstairs may have thought that this person had come up again, but except for one person who asked "why did you come up again?" with sleepy eyes, everyone else was indifferent, maybe they were all asleep.

The talkative man won the prize for his words—a stab straight into the heart. The others didn't live long before they died.

Rose glanced at her own victory, then at the three people sleeping peacefully by the fire under the wall, and a sense of accomplishment swelled in her heart.

Look, these strong men, these strong men who are fully armed, with swords and swords, were all killed by me, a little girl of fourteen!

Who says women are worse than men? Just give me a dagger, and even the world's number one samurai will kill you!

The drawbridge was controlled by a winch, and with a little fumbling around it, Rose figured out how to use it. She made several circles around the castle tower with torches to tell the ambushed horse thieves that she had succeeded, and then gently turned the winch in an attempt to lower the drawbridge. Although the drawbridge was heavy, it took a lot of effort to lift it, and it was not difficult to lower it, so with a tooth-squeaking sound, the huge drawbridge door was lowered.

Zhang Buyi arrived with the horse thieves, and they rode on horseback, and even the narrow doorway could not stop them from flooding in. "Brother, well done!" Zhang Buyi praised Rose, and then shouted loudly: "Brothers, follow a certain Shang, kill these White Lotus Sects!" ”

"Kill the White Lotus Sect!" The horse thieves wielded all kinds of weapons, and some people held torches and lassoes, roaring into the Black Wind Village!

Message to Readers:

Yesterday, the result of the discussion with the editor was that the book will be on the shelves on the first of next month.

Putting it on the shelves is basically the inevitable of this book, after all, if the platform wants to make a profit, the author must also gain something. It is true that the motivation to create is driven by interest is the most passionate, but if there is not enough reward or recognition, it is sometimes difficult to sustain. It is said that the average quality of readers of historical texts is relatively high, and I don't want to say much about genuine subscriptions. There is just one point, the significance of the first order for a book is still relatively large, if the first order is only a few dozen, I am afraid that the author will be discouraged, or even retreat. Therefore, I would like to ask all readers, even if it is fattening, even if it is non-genuine reading, please support at least a first order of Kuo, and also give Kuobao the motivation to continue.

Sincerely

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