That night, someone set fire to the ice house, and someone built the ice house again during the day.

It seems to be a story that keeps circulating, but if there is such a boring story, the people who made it up would have starved to death, so we wouldn't have heard it.

It's just that reality is always much more boring than stories.

She opened her eyes, and there was a white, icy ceiling above her.

Bursts of aching electricity were constantly coming from the muscles of her body along the neural network, and she frowned and bit her lip.

What a boring assassination.

In the girl's previous understanding, in those legendary stories, assassination was a very elegant and artistic act.

Even the fire that burned last night also alluded to the imperial demeanor of a large shed of fireworks.

So when she learned that she was going to be assassinated, she was not only afraid, but also a little curious about what kind of person was going to kill her.

Of the legends she had read, most of the peerless swordsmen preferred to take on this kind of work, lurking around her, carefully analyzing her diet and course of action, and then stabbing her sword from the most unlikely angles and positions in the most ordinary afternoon or early morning.

Then calmly wiped the blood on the sword with the white dress on her body, calmly said hello to the fourth spring of Qingli who was not guarded, and then left calmly, elegant and calm like an ink-painted chrysanthemum.

So in the girl's heart, even if she really wants to be killed, she always wants to die at the hands of someone with a story.

But in fact, the killer is just a piece of ochre-red sweet potato.

Ochre red is the color of the red bricks that have been roasted with clay, so ordinary that even if you walk through it, you won't really look down.

So Xiao Jiu wouldn't think that such a color belonged to a killer.

In an old fairy tale, a princess escaped from her stepmother and hid in the dwarf's hut, and the witch knocked on the princess's door and almost succeeded in killing the princess with a half-red and half-green apple.

Such fairy tales are not beautiful, or really a little scary, because there are so many princes and princesses in this world who have died of poisoning that fairy tales feel ashamed of themselves.

So Xiao Jiu didn't wait for the witch to come, but the apple was really quietly delivered to her table.

"Awake?" A man's clean voice sounded next to her, and then with a slight sliding, the man stood up and blocked the light from the window, and walked out without saying a word.

Xiao Jiu didn't even have the strength to complain, so he sat up strongly, touched the jade on his chest, and then saw the man pushing the thing that slipped in front of him with his hand, and couldn't help but show a smile.

A steaming bowl of vegetarian porridge was placed there, and the hungry little girl couldn't help but have an appetite, and she touched the wall of the bowl with her hand, and the warm touch hinted at the temperature of the porridge.

"What a guy who takes care of people." Xiao Jiu smiled bitterly, leaned over his face and snorted little by little.

Leaning on the bowl of hot porridge, Xiao Jiu finally struggled to get up from the bed, and when she swayed out of the igloo against the wall, the guardian was sitting on her exclusive roof, her whole body dyed golden red by the afterglow.

Xiao Jiu looked to the west, and the red sun was slowly setting from the lake, staining a large area of crimson xia and lake water. In the weak Xiao Jiu's eyes, it was like an apple soaked in blood, and the dripping blood stained a large lake red.

"Doesn't it feel a little dirty?" Qingli did not bow his head in the fourth spring, looked at the red sun and said.

"The earth has exploded!" Xiao Jiu wrote in a wilting manner, originally the girl wanted to express her righteous indignation, but the strength of her whole body was drained by the poison, and the words written were a little crooked, and after trying a few times, she found that she couldn't climb onto the roof on her own, so she lowered her head and stretched out her hand towards the fourth spring of Qingli with a red face.

Qingli smiled and pulled this proud and tsundere girl onto the igloo, watching her originally white face become like a freshly cut drawing paper, and said, "What, scared?" ”

"Don't be afraid!" Xiao Jiu bit his lip and wrote, "I'm not dead yet, am I?" ”

"Even if you have the essence of Feng Shui like Chiba Liubi, you can cure all poisons in the world." Qingli Fourth Spring turned his head sideways and smiled slightly: "But do you know that the poison in you is Qixi Zibei." ”

The man said the name slowly, and the girl who heard it couldn't help but shudder.

This poison is so famous, so famous that no one has ever survived this poison.

"Why am I still alive?" The girl asked.

"Because they don't have the poison flower they used to be." Qingli said seriously in the fourth spring: "So it's just a few remaining leaves." ”

"Is a few leaves that powerful?"

"After all, that flower poisoned an emperor." Qingli said with a sneer.

"It's really unskilled." Xiao Jiu wrote with a face.

"What kind of thing do you think a killer is?" Qingli smiled slightly in the fourth spring, there were more and more indescribable things in the smile, and the young man under the sunset was plated with that layer of blood-colored light, and his words and smiles revealed a faint taste of blood.

Xiao Jiu was silent, she was from a noble background, so she didn't know anything about this kind of profession soaked in blood.

Qingli raised his eyebrows and looked at the sky: "It's still early, it's good to chat and kill." ”

"The so-called killer, the so-called assassin, the so-called person who kills people as a profession." He sneered: "Actually, it's just the most pitiful and humble group of people in the world. ”

"It's a profession that's so old that you can't trace its origins, so there's not much point in figuring out the origins." Qingli Sichun voice is clear and calm, he has a talent for storytelling, this talent can be attributed to eloquence, can also be classified into the category of leadership talent, in short, he is good at telling very boring things very juicy: "At the beginning of the record, many such people were still called chivalrous, the so-called scholar for the confidant to die, one favor and one hatred, only life and death are allowed." The strong man took out an eighty-pound iron awl from the bottom of his sleeve, the swordsman drew a dagger from the picture scroll that sealed his throat with blood, and in the belly of the grilled fish was a short sword with iron sharpening, and a short spear with a broken arm could kill the warriors of the world. ”

Xiao Jiu listened attentively without blinking, she was still the age of listening to stories, so she would not get bored no matter how much she didn't know, and the blue-haired girl had the light of the setting sun reflected in her eyes, so it was a bit pleasing to the eye.

Qingli Sichun smiled and nodded Xiao Jiu's smooth forehead, Xiao Jiu thought about it and didn't dodge, Qingli Sichun stroked his palms and laughed, and continued to preach to Xiao Jiu who was holding his forehead: "It was the era of chivalry, but that era was very short, because killing people is a very pragmatic thing, because no matter what the method, there is only one goal, and that is to kill people." ”

"Man is a very fragile animal, there are too many things that can kill him, an iron cone can smash a person to death, a sharp sword can stab a person to death, even the most ordinary fist, the same punch can still smash a person." He talked about the knowledge of killing, and said with relish as if he was telling the truth of cooking: "If you don't drink water, don't eat, many people will die, the weather is too cold, it is not impossible to freeze to death, the peacock's bile is mixed into the water, and after taking it for three moments, it will be hot and die, if you don't have the materials at hand, find a needle and knead it into a bun to feed others, as long as it gets stuck in the throat, it will still die." ”

"Therefore, it is not very common to pursue the killing method of the sword today, because many people are difficult to kill with the sword, and the most famous of them is the Shuhua Emperor we all talked about before." It was only when the name was mentioned that there was a faint flash of excitement in the eyes of the fourth spring of Qingli: "The Oss Empire, the founder of the so-called Eternal Country, after tens of thousands of years when all the gods were far away from this land, the royal family created by himself, a supreme man known as the Fourth Sage, finally died under the poison of the Ox. ”

"But to be able to poison such a stunning founding king, although he has never left a name in the world, but he can live by it, the strongest assassin is not any of the ones I said before, because they all die in front of the target they assassinate, and the surviving assassin is the strongest assassin, so the strongest assassin does not need to use a sword."

"So." Xiao Jiu hesitated and wrote, "Who is the strongest assassin today? ”

"If you say five years ago." Qingli Sichun said with a smile: "Then you have already seen the strongest assassin." ”

Seeing Xiao Jiu's flickering eyes, he nodded coldly: "Star picker Ou Ye, the art of disguise is unique in the world, and at the age of twenty-one, he successfully assassinated the peak demon master 'Star Aria', so he is called the star picker." ”

At the age of twenty-one, he was able to assassinate the magister who had obtained the title, and this talent and skill naturally deserved to be the first in the world.

But the precedent of the fourth spring of the Qingli calendar was five years ago.

"And what about five years from now?" Xiao Jiu wrote.

"Three years ago, someone was born and took the title of the world's number one assassin, and the star picker was ranked second."

"Is that you?" Xiao Jiu asked.

"It's not." Qingli shook his head in the fourth spring.

"Then you were so arrogant and provocative yesterday, wasn't it enough for him to abuse you before!" Xiao Jiu pouted and wrote.

"This." Qingli Sichun squinted his eyes embarrassedly: "Another year has passed, and after my debut, he has become the third." ”