Maureen.

Mawson's nephew. The Mo family is just like the status of the Wind Picking Academy among the other academies, and it is an inconspicuous family among the countless families in the mainland. They don't have any amazing bloodline, and they don't have a huge family business. They don't have a unified business plan for the future of the family, they are actually more like an ordinary big family, there is nothing to bear such as family reputation, everyone has their own way of living, and they only have a family affection for each other because of their blood, that's all.

Mawson is a horticulturist at the Wind Picking Academy, while Maureen is an assassin, or rather, a killer.

From the beginning, Mawson was worried that he would not be clean, so he called his nephew, who was a killer, to help. Looking at it now, it is not unreasonable to say that there is a specialization in the art industry.

"Where's the one to be killed?" Immediately after the greetings, Morin cherished the time to begin his work.

"Just stay there. Mawson gestured to the cabin behind Maureen.

"There's no one there now. "Maureen shows his professionalism. He'd stop here, and he'd already figured out everything about the area.

"Yes. Mawson said.

"It makes things so much easier. Merlin said, turning back at once, and striding to the window of the cabin. The window is higher, and Mo Lin has confirmed the situation in the house before, so he didn't look at it anymore, grabbed the windowsill with both hands, and climbed towards the door with all his might, and the professional assassin's aura was lost in the next step.

"Uncle, come and help!" called Morin. After two hard climbs, but eventually slid weakly, Maureen had to ask relatives and friends for help.

Mawson was helpless. If you have to give them a characteristic of the Mo family's bloodline, then poor physical fitness is probably the most suitable. But unfortunately, this is a flaw, not a powerful ability, and such a label should not be used.

Mawson looked left and right, and after making sure that there was no one, he hurriedly went up to help, and finally sent Morin into the hut, and then heard Morin who entered the house crying out depressedly: "What kind of person! Why don't you lock the door when you go out?"

Mawson was a little distracted. He only knew that Lu Dao's nephew was engaged in this thing, but he didn't know what Lu Dao's level was. At first, I felt quite down-to-earth, but now, I feel that it may not be reliable.

"Don't be verbose. What are you going to do?" Mawson stood on tiptoe outside the window as Maureen moved in the room.

"It's simple. "Maureen has already begun his action. He came to the bedside, took a pair of tweezers out of his pocket with his right hand, and carefully pulled a needle from the leather bag sewn into the left placket.

"This is the toxin I extracted from the oleander and the White Night Mandala, and the amount on this needle is enough to poison an entire year of your Wind Picking Academy. Now......" said Merlin as he carefully inserted the needle into the mattress, then looked back and nodded in satisfaction.

Needless to ask, Mawson already knew what Morin's plan was. Simple, but very practical, who can find the poisonous trick hidden in the mattress?

"Uncle, help me. Maureen went back to the window and beckoned Mawson to help him climb out.

"Don't go through the door?" said Mawson.

"It's better not to leave extra marks. Merlin said, half of his body crawling out.

The design is practical and well thought out. But this clumsy window flip can be regarded as ruining the aura that an assassin should have. It's also a shame that Mo Sen is own family can still understand Mo Lin's difficulties. If this were to be another employer, I am afraid that I would have already lost faith in this assassin.

"I'll collect the needle in the middle of the night, and then I'll wait to collect his body!" said Maureen, patting at the clothes he had messed up when he turned out the window.

"Be careful when you leave. Mawson advised. No matter how tolerant the academy style is, it is impossible to take the life and death of students seriously. The academy would definitely investigate thoroughly, and a stranger like Morin was bound to easily arouse suspicion.

"Uncle, don't worry, I will take care of the aftermath when I come to collect the needle, and no one will find out that he died of an unnatural death. Maureen smiled confidently, and his assassin temperament was suddenly revealed after the absence of the window. After saying this, he walked in the direction of no one, and soon disappeared from Mawson's sight.

After watching Morin leave, Mawson looked back at the cabin again. My favorite flower garden will soon be free of that eyesore. Thinking of this, Mawson suddenly realized that he was not looking forward to it as he was when he designed the observation pavilion in the morning, and his mood seemed to become a little heavy.

"I hope Su Tang won't be too sad...... Mo Sen thought, and began to bow his head to take care of the flowers and plants, only these can calm his heart.

The second half of the night.

There were only a handful of starlight hanging in the sky, but for a perceiver who had reached the realm of the Double Heavens, this light was enough for him to distinguish everything.

A figure moved gently in the flowerbed, occasionally with footsteps, but it happened to mingle with the rustle of the wind blowing through the flowerbed.

If it was a good perceiver of Naruto's spirit, he might be able to tell the difference, but Morin knew that the one in the cabin had no perception at all, not to mention, he was now a dead man.

Even so, Morin went as lightly as he could to the window, and then, leaning over, he had laid two stepping bricks under the window.

It's a bit of a sparkle, but it's also quite helpless to put on such a body. Of course, he is also very envious of those guys who are outstanding and come and go like the wind. But the Mo family's body is so sluggish in terms of strength.

There is no choice but to rely on wisdom to solve the problem.

Morin stepped on two stepping bricks and put his hand on the windowsill. Although it was darker in the room, as long as there was a little light, it would not be a problem for a perceiver of the Rushing Twin Heavens to see things clearly.

Merlin saw the target lying motionless on the bed, but at this moment, his more powerful and sensitive Sixfold Heavenly Pivot Soul conveyed a more precise message to him.

Wrong!

The temperature is wrong.

Although there was no touch, at this distance, Morin had already sensed the body temperature emanating from the target's body. It's already the second half of the night, unless this guy has just fallen asleep, it is impossible for him to have such a body temperature when he is dead in the middle of the night.

The situation is a little wrong, is it further confirmation, or is it ......

Morin hesitated, but his body on the bed moved.

Flash!

Morin had already been on guard in his heart, and although he was hesitating, he never let his guard down. As soon as his body moved slightly on the bed, he had noticed it, and without hesitation, he pulled his legs and left.

What didn't the poison needle do? Was it discovered?

Morin has great confidence in the toxin he configured, and the target is fine, except that he was not stabbed, there is no explanation at all.

Morin, who ran away, did not look back, but just listened to the movement behind him. His Pivotal Spirit is the most powerful, having reached the Sixth Heaven, and completing the connection with the Heroic Soul will reach the realm of the Penetrator, and he will have even more powerful abilities. But in addition, his other five spirits, in addition to the spirit of strength, also have a certain realm. Naruto's spirit had already reached the Triple Heaven, and at this distance, no movement could escape his ears.

Got up...... Get out of bed...... to the window...... Jumped out!

The extremely heavy sound of landing sounded behind Mo Lin, and the target person chased him out.

Morin couldn't help but glance back, this useless waste that Uncle Mawson said in his mouth didn't seem to be so useless. At least he had the guts, though they seemed stupid.

Even the Mo family, who is in poor health and has extremely weak strength, is always a means of battle as a perceiver. Compared to ordinary people, there are two levels entirely. This guy, obviously without any courage, even dared to chase him out, this is probably the so-called ignorant fearless!

There was no perception, so the kid didn't know how powerful and terrifying the target he was pursuing.

Kill him directly?

No......

Although Maureen is fully capable of this, Mawson repeatedly insists that it must be an accident, an accident that does not seem to others to be an unnatural death.

"I can't think of dealing with an ordinary person, and I have to use my alternative. Maureen muttered to himself.