In this underground hut, there was only the dim light of an oil lamp.

Xue Ling, who was wearing a bathrobe, stood barefoot on the slightly cool ground, bowing slightly to the old man with his back to her.

"How's the mission going?" The old Mr. Zou didn't look back, and the old voice echoed in the room.

"Xue Ling is incompetent." Xue Ling lowered his head and said: "The hive is tightly organized, and the subordinates have been undercover for several months, and they have only been in contact with the two bee needle and bee people, and they have never seen the third hive member. ”

"If you want to break into the hive with this, it's too difficult to combine the inside and the outside."

Xue Ling defended herself.

Although now that she has initially gained the trust of Fang Bei and He Ping as a bee wing, at least it is a tacit understanding, it is still too difficult to use her as a fulcrum to pry the behemoth of the beehive.

At present, she has no access to important information that may cause the hive to overturn, the structure of the hive is so tight, if she wants to know further information about the hive, then Xue Ling's only way is to report He Ping to Jinyiwei, and arrest He Ping, a senior hive assassin, to torture him, in order to obtain effective information.

But whether Xue Ling wanted to sell the gentle proprietress who always smiled and talked to her, just because of the fear of He Ping's own strength, Xue Ling didn't want to take this risk.

Mr. Zou laughed dryly: "Xue Ling, you won't like this kind of life in the rivers and lakes, right?" ”

Xue Ling simply refused: "How is it possible?" ”

"It's good if you don't have it." Old Mr. Zou nodded and said, without delving: "Ning Huaiyuan was killed by you assisting your bee needle?" ”

Xue Ling nodded: "Yes." ”

"And how did you kill it?" Mr. Zou said: "There is news from Yue Pingshan that Ning Huaiyuan was ambushed in the mountain temple that night, but no matter who it is, he has not found the whereabouts of Ning Huaiyuan's body, is he really dead?" Or fake your death to escape? ”

"My subordinates saw it with their own eyes." Xue Ling said: "Ning Huaiyuan is dead. ”

"So how did he die? In what way was it killed? Mr. Zou asked.

Xue Ling had already prepared for this: "It was killed by Fang Bei with a sword." ”

"Ning Huaiyuan is a master of the three grades." Mr. Zou said.

Xue Ling nodded: "Yes." ”

"Ning Huaiyuan has a lot of martial arts, and he has rich experience in dealing with the enemy, so he is not an ordinary famous disciple." Mr. Zou continued: "As far as I know, your partner Fang Bei is only seventeen years old now, how can he already be a third-grade master? Can you fight Ning Huaiyuan head-on? ”

"You're telling the truth."

Xue Ling was not in a hurry.

She quietly described to Mr. Zou how Fang Bei used his sword, how to dodge, and how to take advantage of Ning Huaiyuan's flaws to defeat the enemy, this is the plot that Xue Ling himself had rehearsed early before, anyway, what happened that day, only she and Fang Bei knew, even He Ping didn't know the specific assassination process, and Ning Huaiyuan's body was melted into green smoke in front of her, and the so-called autopsy was impossible to talk about.

Today's Xue Ling, of course, will not regard Jinyiwei's side as the only life-saving straw, on the contrary, he is a thorn that Jinyiwei planted in the hive, maybe Jinyiwei didn't take himself too seriously, but now, with Fang Bei and himself just partnering to kill a third-grade master Ning Huaiyuan, Jinyiwei has to pay attention to himself and Fang Bei.

And the more attention is paid to it, the safer Xue Ling will be.

Unless returning to Jinyiwei can effectively fight against Lu Yuan's little shoes and framing, otherwise, Xue Ling is not in a hurry to return to Jinyiwei.

It's like the flying fish robe that she buried under the tree in her hometown, which can't be dug up casually.

On that day, Xue Ling went out of Yanjing City, just like the sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and the birds fly.

One parting and two wide, each life rejoices.

"So you think Fang Bei is also a third-rank master who can kill a third-rank master?" Mr. Zou continued.

Xue Ling nodded: "Yes." ”

Mr. Zou nodded: "You can go back." ”

Xue Ling said goodbye, turned to leave, and closed the door.

Her footsteps went farther and farther.

Mr. Zou sneered.

……

……

Xue Ling returned to the steaming bathroom, took off her bathrobe, and continued to immerse herself in the warm spring water, looking up at the sky.

Everything was still in her expectations.

Jin Yiwei has something to ask of her, so as long as she does not disobey Jin Yiwei's orders, then she is still an undercover agent sent into the hive by Jin Yiwei, and she will not be abandoned because she cannot provide information on the destruction of the hive according to the original plan.

Of course, it is difficult for a strong man to let Xue Ling, the low-level bee wing, provide such information, and Xue Ling can only inform the stronghold of the hive of the Jinyiwei Ecstasy Inn at most, but what is the use of knowing the stronghold, in recent months, there are not ten or eight hive strongholds destroyed by Jinyiwei, but all of them go to the empty building, and they can't catch the key people, so there is no way to uproot this Jianghu organization that dares to do something to the imperial court.

And Xue Ling, a bee wing who can go undercover next to a promising hive assassin, will become more and more apparent.

The girl stretched her legs in the bath.

Well, just soaking your body like this will make you feel very stable.

She and this old Mr. Zou are only one-line contact, she is her only superior, all the information is reported to him, and at the same time no words are left.

She can be regarded as a lonely kite, and only this one thread leads her way back.

Sometimes there is even the illusion of cutting the kite string.

But—are you going to be an assassin for the rest of your life? Or like He Ping, if the assassin has been in office for a long time, there will be a day when he retires?

Xue Ling didn't know.

……

……

When Xue Ling put on her clothes again and walked out of the gate of Changqing Bathhouse, outside the gate, she saw Fang Bie sitting on the stone steps opposite and waiting for him.

To be honest, seeing the young man in Tsing Yi, Xue Ling was really a little surprised and a little scared at that moment.

It's even a bit of an illusion of being picked up by a thief.

"Farewell." Xue Ling opened his mouth and shouted.

You can't pretend you didn't see it, it's too fake.

"Done?" Fang Bei stood up and came to Xue Ling, the girl couldn't see a little excess emotion from this man.

Xue Ling could only nod: "It's done." ”

"Do you have something to do? If it's all right, I'll go back to the inn. Xue Ling said.

"Of course there is." Fang Bei said, "Is it convenient to come with me?" ”

Take a trip? Dip in the pig cage?

Xue Ling asked, "What for?" ”

Fang Bei smiled: "I'll take you shopping, do you like it?" ”

Saying this, Fang Bei reached out and grabbed Xue Ling's wrist and walked towards the crowd of people in the distance.

"Let's go to the black market in Los Angeles, and I'll buy you some improved treasures and exercises."

The young man's voice fell inaudibly into Xue Ling's ears.

Xue Ling's face burned imperceptibly.

Reddish.