Sheng Junqian looked at He Ping's two outstretched fists.

To tell the truth, although Sister Ping is twenty-nine years old, her outstretched fist is still no different from that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, the pink fist is as white as jade, and the knuckles are slender and distinct, making people not feel that this is the hand of a woman who has once visited the hive jade bee.

"Me?" Sheng Junqian really hesitated for a moment, and then saw He Ping's affirmative eyes before swallowing his saliva.

"Men on the left, women on the right, I'll be on the left."

"Okay." He Ping quietly twisted her wrist and spread out her palm, only to see a ball of paper with black ink lying on He Ping's left hand.

"You take it apart."

Saying this, He Ping also stretched out his right hand to Fang Bei.

Fang Bei also took another paper ball and opened it in his hand, the ink on it was clear and distinct, and the word Bianliang was written.

And over there, Sheng Junqian had already opened the paper ball, and sure enough, Sister Ping didn't play the same trick of writing the same trick on the two paper balls, and the paper ball in Sheng Junqian's hand was Baiyun Mountain.

"When are we leaving?" Xue Ling asked.

Now that the destination has been decided, Xue Ling has also accepted the current group switch, and focused on the question of when to leave.

Of course - changing partners, to be honest, I am still a little shy, as far as Xue Ling knows, in the hive, in addition to the death of the partner, the hive assassin rarely changes partners halfway, after all, the cooperation between two people is a few years or even longer, if there is a contradiction, it will break out long ago, only in a small number of cases the partner dies, there will be a change, and there is also a kind of even if you lose your partner, you still do not seek a new partner, for example, Sister Ping, it belongs to the lone bee after losing your partner.

"You'd better be back in seven days, starting tomorrow." He Ping nodded and said: "There is an official road between Bianliang and Luocheng, and the distance is only a hundred miles, so you can travel back and forth lightly in one day." ”

"As for Baiyun Mountain, there is a large section of the road that belongs to the mountain road, and the distance is as much as 180 miles, and it takes a day to reach it just by hurrying."

"If you are willing to perform light skills, it may be faster, but this will cost additional power, and you need to consider the pros and cons."

"Anyway, rest for the night at the inn today, and you can set off early tomorrow morning."

"The two beehives need to prepare the route and the back and forth coiled dry food, everything they need, they can take it from the inn by themselves, you don't need to report to me in advance, you just need to notify you afterwards."

"Listen to orders." Fang Bei said lightly.

He's a bee wing now.

"Listen to orders." Xue Ling also spoke.

She's still a bee wing.

……

……

After eating and assigning tasks, the four of them were temporarily disbanded.

Due to the closure of the inn, the guest rooms are sufficient, although it is said that after Shang Jiuge's injuries heal, she does not need to continue to live in the guest rooms, but lives in the ear room where the handyman lives like Xue Ling.

However, the Dragon Boat Festival has always lived in a guest room due to its slightly special identity.

And Sheng Jun Qianhei Wuningxia three people, when the grocery store officially opens, they will live opposite the inn.

And to be honest, if Hei Wu didn't pass, Sheng Junqian and Ningxia lived together, and they could really be called a good fortune, but if Hei Wu also passed, it would degenerate into asking for more blessings.

However, these are all things in the future, and Sheng Junqian's black PTSD really needs to be treated.

Xue Ling thought about it seriously, if the person who cut the black neckless at that time was herself, and she didn't even cut the oily skin with a knife, it would really leave a shadow for a lifetime.

Xue Ling still returned to his room, and when he looked sideways out of the window, he could see Fang Bei practicing his sword there.

And Xue Ling has been watching for a long time now, and he can see more or less a doorway.

That is, every time Fang Bei swings his sword, it is basically the same posture and the same angle, and even the landing point has hardly changed.

If you can deduce the accuracy of Fang Bei's sword moves from this point, then it will really come to a very terrifying point, but the problem is that in actual combat, no one will stand still and let you cut it.

Xue Ling has always been a little confused about this.

Of course—or perhaps because of her lack of swordsmanship.

If it was Shang Jiuge, he should be able to see more things by watching Fang Bei practice the sword.

It's just that Shang Jiuge is still in a coma now, so he has a little regret.

And if Shang Jiuge wakes up, he won't have to partner with Sheng Junqian, right?

Looking at Sheng Junqian, who was twenty-eight years old and didn't have a wife, Xue Ling felt that he could remember this stalk for the rest of his life.

In such thoughts, Xue Ling slowly fell asleep.

To be honest, listening to Fang Bei's fencing sound now, it is Xue Ling's best lullaby.

Because it's really, really, very reassuringly.

……

……

And when it was close to the early hours of the morning, Xue Ling was suddenly awakened by the sound of some small voices at the head of her bed, she opened her eyes, and heard Fang Bei's faint voice beside her: "Are you awake?" ”

Xue Ling sat up instantly, only to see that there was no light outside the window at this time, and there was an oil lamp lit in his room, and Fang Bei was sitting on the table in his room, sorting out a suite.

"You ......" Xue Ling's brain was slightly short-circuited for a while.

"Today is the first time you've left me on a mission alone." Fang Bei said lightly.

Xue Ling wanted to refute that he fought back against the Hive Assassin with Shang Jiuge last time, and he obviously wasn't with Fang Bei.

But after thinking about it, last time, I could basically be sure that Fang Bei had been secretly observing all along, so it was not a solo mission at all, and it was a little deflated for a moment.

And if it was when Xue Ling first came to the hive, she would definitely be unconvinced and say that she could do it alone.

But now that I'm used to being taken care of, when I really want to go on a long trip, I feel subtle uneasy.

"Well, I can do it." Xue Ling said in a low voice.

Then she looked at the table and saw that Fang Bei was folding a small bag.

"What is this?" Xue Ling couldn't help but ask.

"It's a treasure bag I use when I go out." Fang Bei smiled and said, the young man under the light smiled warmly: "So, I will prepare one for you too, maybe it can come in handy on the road." ”

Xue Ling pursed her mouth instantly, and wanted to cry with a little emotion.

But then Xue Ling giggled again on the bed, laughing a little like a fool.

Fang Bei looked at her: "Why are you laughing." ”

Fang Bei didn't understand this time.

and the girl's mind, it's hard to guess.

Xue Ling smiled a little breathlessly on the bed, and then reluctantly said, "You don't feel it." ”

"You now."

"It's like an old mother."

Fang Bei didn't react for a moment, and then he laughed too.

The sound of laughter echoed in the inn in the dark night, startling a bird resting in a tree.

PS: The end of the fifth watch, from March 16th to March 29th, 14 days, an average of 10,000 words per day, and because of the author's double opening, it is almost 15,000 words a day to complete the task.

It's really hard.

In the past six months, I have basically given up all entertainment activities, and for the first time, I feel that writing is such a hard thing.

However, the good thing is that although there are more than 15,000 per day, in terms of plot, it basically does what it says, and each chapter has a specific plot to promote, and there is no pure irrigation.

Of course - there is still basic irrigation, after all, reasonable irrigation is the basic skill of the author, but there is no flood irrigation, as the author himself is still satisfied.

After today, it's almost going to resume two shifts every day, and it won't be until tomorrow it's over, and the assassins have the possibility of exploding more, please bear with me a little bit, this exploding for half a month is also a little pressure on yourself.

There is pressure to be motivated.

And thank you to all the readers who have accompanied me along the way.

The rivers and lakes are far away, and we will look at them while walking.