Lin Yiqing saw that Xingyue Liuli was desperately blocking his appearance, and his eyes were instantly stunned. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Xingyue Liuli, who was facing away from Lin Yiqing, of course didn't notice the change in Lin Yiqing's eyes, and the long knife in her hand suddenly turned horizontal, slashing straight at O'Connor's neck, who was still rushing forward like no one after breaking his hand.

She had already seen that only by cutting off the head of this painless murderer could she truly kill him.

Xingyue Liuli Knife is powerful, this knife can be said to have used all her strength, but she never expected that the reaction of the murderous demon in front of her was completely unexpected.

O'Connor opened his mouth violently and bit down on the blade of the Star-Moon Glass Warrior Sword.

Xingyue Liuli was taken aback, O'Connor immediately flew up and kicked straight at her, Xingyue Liuli abandoned the knife and was about to dodge to block, but unexpectedly, a strong force came from behind her, pulling her body to the side.

At the same time as O'Connor kicked in the air, he grabbed the long knife of Xingyue Liuli with his left hand with an incredibly fast movement, and was about to slash at Lin Yiqing, but Lin Yiqing had already pounced on him like lightning, holding his wrists with both hands, and slamming his knees into O'Connor's chest in a strange posture.

The broken rib pierced O'Connor's heart, and O'Connor immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, but his hand was still tightly gripping the knife, wanting to stab the knife into Lin Yiqing's body.

Lin Yiqing shouted, exerting force with both hands, only to hear a crisp sound of "click", O'Connor's wrist joint holding the knife was shattered, although the knife was still in his hand, he could no longer use his strength.

Lin Yiqing snatched the long knife of Xingyue Liuli with his hand, and while his backhand was up, his body retreated. The long knife slashed open O'Connor's chest, and a rain of blood flew out, but not a drop splashed on Lin Yiqing's clothes.

O'Connor's chest was cut open by a sharp blade, and the flesh and blood rolled up, revealing Sensen's white bones, but he didn't feel any pain at all, and he still had to step forward and continue to fight with Lin Yiqing, but his injuries were extremely serious, and his movements were already much slower. Lin Yiqing looked at O'Connor, who was like a zombie in front of him, smiled coldly, flashed forward, and slashed horizontally.

There was another rain of blood, and O'Connor's massive head flew up, fell to the ground, and rolled out of the way.

Xingyue Liuli stared at the headless corpse, and only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the corpse shake a few times and fall to the ground with a thud.

At this time, the sirens sounded for a long time, Lin Yiqing and Xingyue Liuli looked around, and saw a large number of Scotland Yard policemen running towards this side while playing the flute.

Looking at these policemen with batons in their hands, Lin Yiqing couldn't help but roll his eyes when he looked up to the sky.

He was very skeptical that when he was fighting just now, these policemen were all hiding from the side and watching, and only when they saw that they had killed this murderous maniac did they blow their sirens and run out in a hurry.

But then again, if these policemen had come just now, it would probably have been just a meat target for the terrible killer in front of them......

Lin Yiqing was about to get up, but Xingyue Liuli suddenly grabbed him, flashed forward, and blocked him with the small round steel shield on his forearm.

Lin Yiqing followed her gaze and immediately discovered the situation.

When several policemen saw him, they threw away their batons and took out their pistols and aimed at him!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Almost at the same time as these "policemen" opened fire, Xingyue Ruri and the ninjas also raised their guns and opened fire at them, and then the mounted police also understood what was going on, and they raised their guns to shoot with the ninjas, and for a while, there were loud gunshots.

After a while, the gunfire stopped, white smoke everywhere, Lin Yiqing looked cautiously, and saw about a dozen people in police uniforms lying on the grass in the distance, most of them had turned into corpses covered in bullet holes, only a few people were not killed after being shot, but were struggling and moaning in pain.

Lin Yiqing noticed that several of the people who fell to the ground did not have firearms in their hands, only batons, and they were obviously real Scottish Yard policemen who were injured by mistake, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Lin Yiqing's vision was quickly blocked by the protective circle formed by the ninjas, and he was about to straighten up, but the stars and moon glasses beside him suddenly faced him, kneeling and kowtowing.

"Liuli is not effective in protecting the lord, please punish the lord."

Lin Yiqing was slightly stunned, but when she saw her tearful eyes, she suddenly understood.

In her opinion, as long as Lin Yiqing was forced to fight the assassin, it meant that she and her subordinates were not well protected, or even failed.

It was an unbearable shame for her, the leader of the Mist Hidden Ninja and her always strongest.

"Get up." Lin Yiqing held Xingyue Liuli's shoulders with both hands, and deliberately hugged her into his arms, so that her face was close to her.

Xingyue Liuli's instinctive body shrank, like a frightened fawn, trembling.

"Punishment is necessary, but not now......" Lin Yiqing whispered in her ear, "Tonight, I will punish you severely......"

He said, taking a light bite on her crystalline ear.

Xingyue Ruri's face suddenly turned crimson.

Of course she knew how Lin Yiqing was going to "punish" her......

When Lin Yiqing lifted the Xingyue Glass, a large number of British people gathered around suddenly applauded - they knew that from today onwards, the haze had dissipated, and they would never live in the horror brought by the murderer again.

On the azure waterfront, white awnings gently flutter up and down with the morning breeze. The sea is surprisingly blue. At the hotel, waiters in brightly colored uniforms and feathered hats weave through the red carpet. Valenlia hurried across the gleaming marble floor of the lobby, her eyes swept over the few red roses squeezed into the large shabby vase in the lobby, and came to the breakfast room. The restaurant is circular in shape, with pink and brown predominantly colors, giving it the feel of an arena of yesteryear: white porcelain horses swirl to the waltz played by the orchestra, and countless light bulbs illuminate it all. The beautiful landscape paintings on the walls reveal a warm and soft feeling, with a large doll standing in the middle of the dining room in a strange costume, with long curly hair, and a frozen smile.

Heavy red velvet curtains hung down, the blinds were half-opened, and the sunlight that poured in through the cracks left golden markings on the floor and pink tablecloths. The waitresses here all looked like the big dolls, they were wearing uniform pink skirts, revealing the frills of bloomers inside, only their slightly tired smiles were sincere, and they were busy in front and back.

The restaurant smells of chocolate-mixed blackberries and coffee-mixed spices. Valenlia sat down at a table. The breakfast buffet in a circle, in the middle of the hall, looked like a work of art, which immediately pleased her. blackberries, strawberries, chunks of pineapple, red, green, yellow melon sauce; The pale pink ham is artistically bent into a rose shape, and the flesh-colored pancake slices are also spelled into a star; The little quail eggs split in half are lit with caviar, jewel-like cakes, transparent piles of raisin rolls, fresh orange juice like a waterfall with ice cubes, jams, preserves, honey, butter balls of various colors, accompanied by a blackberry chocolate smell.

Valeria closed her eyes, beams of light playing between her eyelashes, dissipating in golden dust. In this place, she felt unusually relaxed and happy, but now she faintly did not dare to admit this feeling in her heart.

It all started with the failure of O'Connor's assassination attempt.

Valeria saw the news of the failed assassination attempt in the newspapers.

Queen Victoria personally expressed her gratitude to Lin Yiqing, and the Mayor of London announced that Lin Yiqing was an "honorary citizen of London", and held a grand commendation ceremony for Lin Yiqing, presenting a key to the London City Gate cast in pure gold, and the ceremony was empty on the day of the ceremony, "like a king's coronation ceremony".

O'Connor's assassination attempt not only failed, but also made Lin Yiqing famous.

Although Valeria knew that O'Connor and the others' operation was only a part of the entire assassination of Lin Yiqing, and it was an independent operation that had nothing to do with her actions, she was still worried that she would be arrested, so she left the Russian legation under the pretext.

Valenlia thought of the beach, where a large brand new light carriage was waiting for her, and the waitress brought her a cocktail, and as she basked in the warm sunshine, the sun had absorbed her completely, blending into the blue sky and the fresh sea. For lunch, she had a salad and a glass of wine. Then she could look at the beautiful handbags in the store dedicated to the aristocratic wealthy......

An elegant couple sat down at the table near her, followed by a little girl, who stopped in front of the big doll, which was one person tall, and stood there looking and looking, and finally came to her parents. Her mother placed a large goblet full of strawberries in front of her, but she didn't eat it. Just put the spoon in the cup, absentmindedly stirring the berries inside, staring at the stiff doll with a smile.

The little girl has curly black hair, big black eyes, and black eyeballs. He was about 5 years old and looked very weak. She didn't even notice Vallenia. Suddenly, Valenlia felt like she was in another world, another era. Looking at the little girl, she thought that when she was her age, the other person already had everything that she could not have: a happy, safe childhood, a beautiful house, a beautiful garden, strawberries, chocolates, toys, and parents who loved her.

She is not jealous, just has a tingling sensation that has not been cured for years, and the little girl has the right to enjoy this wonderful and healthy world. But he, Valenlia, was just an outsider who hurried by.

Does everyone see that they really don't belong in this world? She thought that now they might have seen through their disguises, ripped off their clothes, and banished themselves into the snowstorm. Suddenly she felt cold and began to shiver, and she clung to the soft cushion of the chair. The lights above her head began to tremble, and the sound of the barrel-like instruments grew louder and faster, running through the room, pulling her into the valley of memory and back to the dark hole of the Russian ghetto.

The ghetto was always so cold, so freezing like frost, both inside the house and outside. There is only one stove in the kitchen for people to heat their homes, and there is almost no coal in it. Outside, the snow covered the ground in a thick layer. There is no summer, no season, and no sunshine in the ghetto. Everything is always black and gray.

The ghetto had four gates, but people were not allowed to pass through at all, which was completely forbidden. Trains run on the streets and people are not allowed to ride at all, which is why there are no railway stations that stop in the ghetto. The train just passed through here, and the people in the carriage watched the people through the steaming glass window, and a boy threw a few loaves of bread from the window and hit them at their feet. People were standing in the streets, as if they were about to freeze. A lot of people, people everywhere. Some people with guns and dogs keep an eye on people, and they can shoot at anyone, including children like themselves, at any time. Because the people here are that other part of the people, the Jews, and they have to wait all the time.

The men with guns, dressed in uniforms with copper buttons and shiny black leather boots, creaked in the snow as they walked by. But most of the time they don't hear it, because they keep shouting as they pass. As long as they shout, the people have to obey, and whoever doesn't obey will be killed. Valellia knew this, even when she was very young, as tall as the leather boots they were wearing, and as they approached her, she could hear the creaking of their black boots, and the sharp-toothed hounds gasping in her ear, which made her feel even smaller. Often at this time, she expects that she will not see anything, and it really works, and she dissipates herself in the cold wind, in the scolding, in the cold and thin hands of her grandmother.

Grandmother was always waiting, and when it was over, she carried Valellia back to the kitchen and took off Vallenia's coat, which was a beautiful tunic made of soft colored wool, and a hood, which her grandmother had made for her. Grandmother warmed her feet with her cold, bony hands, by which time Vallenia had lost consciousness from the cold. When Grandmother stirred the pot on the stove, she placed her on the table and brought over a steaming bowl of cereal porridge with some lumps floating on it. Grandmother tried to feed her, but she turned her head away. This porridge is disgusting, and the lumps are disgusting. Valenlia didn't want to eat, she felt sick. Everyone else scolded her, and the hot kitchen was full of noisy strangers, sweating, and their bodies smelled. One of the men, snatching the bowl from his grandmother's hand, swallowed the cereal porridge in one gulp. Grandmother didn't say anything, sat down in front of her sewing machine, and clicked to work. Valenlia was glad that the man had eaten the disgusting thing, and that there was nothing left.

At some point, my mother came back, and it was already dark. Valenlia lay in her own cot, but she couldn't sleep, because there were people everywhere and all kinds of noises. They sniffed, moaned, muttered, cursed, smacked, and some cried. Mother put her arms around Valenlia tiredly, her soft brown hair no longer smelling of flowers, but strange and pungent.

"You smell weird." Valenlia said.

Mom smiled, Valeria could guess that she must be melancholy, she had always been like this, "It's the smell of disinfectant." She said.

"What is a disinfectant?" Valeria asked.

Mom didn't answer, but dragged her suitcase from under the bed, took out a small bottle, and opened it carefully. A few drops on the wrist and smeared. Then he put the bottle back on and picked Valelia out of bed. "Is it fragrant?" She asked, now that she smelled of flowers again.

"Hi dear, I'm back." It's Daddy. He went into the house and picked up Valelia and kissed her. Daddy's voice was low, dark-eyed, like Valenria's. He hugged his mom.

"It smells so good," he said, "and I'll bring back some potatoes." ”

They went into the kitchen, and everyone else was there. Valelia heard them, but she could only hear a few words, because it was too noisy. She felt as if they were discussing her.

"Those eyes!" Mom said, "If only she could have blue eyes like little Liuda!" ”

"Her hair is so dark." Another woman said that Varialia could not distinguish whose voice it was.

"That's not going to pass, we might have to figure out how to deal with it."

"Poison?" Mom asked in a panic, sounding like she was very scared.

"Never!" Father roared, and Valeria winced with a dull thump. Father may have punched the table, and that's it when he's angry. He may be angry at her because she didn't grow into what she should have been, and she was wrong. Gunshots faded from the streets, and a scream pierced the night sky. The conversation in the kitchen stopped, and after a while they began talking again, after which Valenlia fell asleep.

Suitcases, handbags, bags, overturned strollers are scattered across the streets. Why didn't anyone pick them up? Grandmother took Valenlia away. It's still snowing, people are standing in the middle of the street waiting, they're standing here every day, every day, every night. There was no sleep, no dusk, no dawn, only the sound of boots going upstairs, dogs barking, men's shouting. The door was slammed open, and people screamed, pleaded, muttered, and cursed. The lights never go out, and the night never goes quiet.

Every day, every night, there are strangers coming. They talked, shoved, crowded, and everyone came bumping into Valenlia. There were always a lot of people around her: on the narrow streets outside, in this small, dirty kitchen. The women were cooking, fighting over a small area on the stove; In the big black house shared with strangers, my grandmother sat quietly in front of the sewing machine and mended; Vallenia's cot was right next to it. (To be continued.) )