Los Angeles, Sky Soul Inn.

Outside the window, the drizzle was drizzling, pitch black, and the sound of tinkling water rolled down from under the eaves, just like a jade plate falling from a large bead and a small bead.

He Ping's room is the largest one in the Xiao Soul Inn, not just a small ear room like Fang Bei Xue Ling, but the decoration in the house is very simple, He Ping is wearing a moon-white cotton dress, a silver hairpin is obliquely inserted on her head, and she is holding a small brass scissors in her hand, and she is carefully cutting the lamp.

The oil lamp uses soybean oil, and the candle of the cotton core will turn black and charred after burning for a long time, making the flame smaller, He Ping is to cut off the carbonized cotton core with scissors little by little, and then watch the light of the oil lamp slowly brighten up.

She put down the copper scissors in her hand and looked out the window at the rainy night, the drizzle lingered like silk outside the window, like a silver cobweb in countless dark nights.

Tonight was Fang Bie and Lin Xue's first mission.

Moreover, the enemy is much more difficult to deal with than originally expected.

In fact, if he was really worried, He Ping should go over there and watch, instead of waiting at the inn for a little dimming oil lamp, and wait for a while, he would have to cut the wick once.

But He Ping still sat at the table, looking at the lights and the rain outside the window.

The woman's face was lit up and out by the light, and her face was picturesque, indifferent and elegant.

"Now." He Ping spoke softly to herself: "Every assassin must have the experience of assassination for the first time. ”

"There is a first time, and there will be a second time."

"If he dies on the road in the first assassination, then it only proves that he is not fit for the profession."

"After all, I will be old, I will also die, and when I die of old age, there will be no one to take care of him."

"The only person who can take care of him is himself."

"Of course, Lin Xue's girl, although it is very problematic, I feel that she is like a good girl."

"I just hope that she won't do anything stupid and really put herself in a place of no return."

He Ping muttered to herself, her voice was very low, she stood guard outside the window on a rainy night, leaving a light for the two wanderers outside.

So that when they come back, they will be able to see the light at first sight and know that someone is waiting for them.

He Ping liked this feeling very much, when she went to complete the task for the first time, she made a mistake, and when she came back, she was covered in blood, and she felt that she might be about to fall on the road.

But when she saw the light on, she felt that feeling of being waited, which was really good.

Now that time flies, the person who once left her a light has died, the person who used to stay with her in the dark night has died, although she is not really old, but she feels that her heart has softened a lot.

Like now, it's her turn to light the lights for people, it's her turn to keep vigil for people.

He Ping pursed her lips, and then reached out to take the copper scissors.

She will be here tonight and will be waiting all night.

Until the East will be clear.

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……

Inside the mountain temple, Ning Huaiyuan only felt that his next blow was bound to win.

The sword stabbed out like a long rainbow, but the little beggar raised his head, his face full of ignorance and a little panic, and then took a step back.

A sword missed.

Ning Huaiyuan's sword style was not finished, and he immediately changed his move and swept away, but the little beggar immediately slipped under his feet and fell to the ground, and the Yingfu Sword immediately swept two inches above the opponent's head.

Ning Huaiyuan was shocked and angry in his heart, the soft sword in his left hand rolled out like a silver snake, the blade of the sword twisted, covering the whole body of the little beggar in an instant, he fell to the ground, no matter how he dodged, he was shrouded under the sword, that is to say, in an instant, it was the end of the body being fragmented.

But Ning Huaiyuan never expected that the little beggar's body was as if he was tied to a rope, and he had obviously fallen to the ground, but he was able to slide straight behind him, just avoiding his sword.

He slid six feet outward, as if it were not a brick floor of bluestone, but an unslippery surface of ice.

Then the whole person stood up strangely, and the whole person felt like a shovel that had fallen to the ground, and if someone stepped on the end of the shovel, the shovel would stand straight up on its own.

It's just that it's normal for a shovel to be erected, but when such a big living person is erected in a ghostly way, it looks extremely terrifying, like a ghost and a god.

The little beggar stood in front of Ning Huaiyuan again, his expression still ignorant and ignorant: "Who are you scaring about?" ”

He said this without feeling the slightest sarcasm in what he was saying.

But Ning Huaiyuan himself, no matter what, will not treat the little beggar in front of him as a weak chicken who can't do any martial arts, the stab just now, a sweep, plus a soft sword, ordinary masters will be very hard to deal with, not to mention that this little beggar is unarmed, but he regresses comically, slips, and finally slides backwards incomprehensibly, Ning Huaiyuan has never heard of such similar martial arts, but he asked himself, he will never be able to do it.

Who is this little beggar sacred?

For a while, such thoughts couldn't help but shroud Ning Huaiyuan's mind.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency's name?" Ning Huaiyuan was still holding the dual swords, Yue Pingshan had already been hit by the cold spirit silver needle at this time, and he was still not afraid, leaving only this little beggar who originally thought that he could do his best, but under the killer, the other party should be so comfortable, and when he spoke, it was a taunt that broke through the sky like "Who are you scaring about".

But no matter how ridiculous the other party is, people are in the rivers and lakes, and their lives are hanging by a thread, Ning Huaiyuan has been able to go all the way to the present, relying on caution and many hole cards, but the little beggar in front of him really makes Ning Huaiyuan feel incomprehensible.

"Name? My name is Dog Hybrid. The little beggar tilted his head and said, his voice ignorant and innocent.

Miscellaneous? Ning Huaiyuan was really stunned?

Where is such a strange name?

Could it be called a dog mongrel?

But where would anyone come up with such a self-scolding name?

However, Ning Huaiyuan is already a little jealous of this little beggar at the moment, if it is luck to be dodged by the other party for the first time by hurting people with sword qi, but now that he has stepped forward continuously, the onslaught of seven successful forces has not even touched the corners of the opponent's clothes, then things are very wrong.

"This little dog mongrel brother." Ning Huaiyuan said as pleasantly as possible: "I and this brother are grudges in the rivers and lakes, as soon as people enter the rivers and lakes, they can't help themselves, Your Excellency and I meet in Pingshui, I don't want to increase the number of killings, besides, killing a little beggar like this will also make people laugh in the rivers and lakes." ”

He said, "If the little brother needs this mountain temple to spend the night, I will just let it go to you." ”

"How?"

Still holding his twin swords in his hands, he stood there looking at the little beggar in front of him, who called himself a dog mongrel, waiting for an answer.