As soon as he walked out of his father's residence, he felt the faint restrained and hidden killing intent following him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Even he could only feel the back, but he couldn't make out the danger from his sight.

Who could it be?

Light String walked briskly down the sewers, and the figures of the people around him came and went from time to time to affect his perception of the flow of the wind.

But no matter how deliberate, the light string just can't be found.

Halfway through, Light String stopped and looked behind him.

Then he turned around and kept scanning everyone with his eyes.

After a moment, the shadow of a man passed by him.

It's not fast, but it's a blink of an eye.

In that moment, the feeling of being watched increased infinitely. Let the light strings open all the pores at once, and the back of the head will be suddenly cool.

It's like the cold wind in the northern counties is all poured into the skin.

Light String quickly turned her head away, looking for the shadow with her eyes.

But after that, all the feelings about the previous were gone.

His startled appearance also made many people squint.

At this moment, a group of people noticed his clothing and took advantage of his inattention to hold him down and jerked him into a dark corner.

As the string was grabbed by the neck and thrown out, he drew his dagger and slashed it at the man's face.

The sudden blow startled the man, and he covered his face in fright and was about to fall into the ditch, but fortunately his accomplice quickly grabbed him.

The light string "banged" and leaned his back against the corner wall. There were four people in front of him, and the one covered his face.

After looking at the few drops of blood remaining on the dagger blade, Light String said to the men, "Get out of here, don't mislead me." ”

"His face was scratched!"

"Kill him!"

"I'm going to drown you in a stinking gutter!"

"Ahh

The four of them screamed and rushed towards the light strings, presumably they had been following them for a long time?

Among those people, Light String saw a fat man, the one who had stolen money before.

It's him......

Qingxian's face sank, and he grabbed the dagger and rushed towards the four people.

A blast of wind that blew up dirty sand stabbed their eyes, and their bodies deftly shuttled between several fallen creatures, leaving a deep hole in each of their necks with each soles off the ground, and then never got up again on the ground.

"Since you have this crooked mind...... I can't live. ”

The light string deftly landed outside the corner mouth, looking at a few frightened people on both sides, he took back the dagger and touched the scratched neck casually, and then quickly left here.

When the light string figure disappeared, they looked over, and there was already a river of blood flowing under the four corpses......

Light String quickened his pace and walked out of the sewer, seeing the sun in the sky, and inexplicably felt like he had escaped.

In short, the feeling of having a poisonous snake behind it is not good at all.

Light String took a deep look at the sewer entrance and hurried out of here.

It's not for nothing this time, right?

Anyway, Light String felt that he had to be careful of the nobleman named Frey after this.

And Cassio Pea......

It seems that Daddy has been hiding something from the beginning.

Is it because of that thing?

So Light String knew that there would be a follow-up to the sewer trip.

I wonder if that dangerous killing intent will await him next time?

After walking for about half an hour, Light String came to the back door of a bunch of houses. The sun is shining on its back, and shadows and moss are the pigments that paint the area.

Suddenly, there was a sudden sense of coldness and slaughter in the desertion here.

"It's coming!" ”

"Ding!"

The light string dagger slammed directly into the opponent's blade, bursting with a crisp sound and a few glimmers of sparkling.

The momentary turning reaction made the strength of the light string a little unstable, and the man's strength was more than several times greater than that of the light string at this time.

In the blink of an eye, the opponent's blade was facing the light string's left eye against the dagger.

In a flash, there was a dark blue and a bright silver white, a robe, a hood, and a hem, and a blade, a blade, a blade.

The man was covered in a variety of knives that occasionally refracted silver light.

Lightstring wondered why the blades hadn't left their cut marks on the wind's trail after being tracked for so long.

"Shhh

On the side of his blade, the dagger that grazed the light string stabbed into the light string's arm, and then pulled it back, bringing out a large amount of blood.

Light String was stunned by the man, and it was difficult to find the man's exact location in the sudden stinging and red obscuring vision.

Tentatively slashed the dagger in front of him, and when the dagger had completed its trajectory, the subtle sound of entering the flesh did not reach the ears of the light strings.

Dodged!

"Ugh!"

Light String only felt a tightness in his chest, and took a few steps back.

He leaned forward in a hurry, but felt the man's footsteps coming towards him and immediately fell backwards.

"Whew!"

The light string saw the silver-white straight-edged blade slicing through the tip of his pen.

The blade flickered, and it seemed that there was a groove in the blade, as he also saw the red of the stars.

Taking advantage of his unsuccessful blow, Light String immediately kicked the opponent back, and then quickly stood up straight.

It was an Assassin, dressed in dark blue robes, and part of his face was obscured by a hood, so that only the bridge of his nose and thin lips could be seen.

He had a straight-edged knife on his right arm, and white knives on his waist, chest, legs, and back were all on his waist.

The cold pain in Lightstring's right hand and the blood dripping from the ground told him that this man with a razor-sharp edge was very dangerous.

His whole body is carried out in the way of taking life.

Cutting, assassinating.

At this time, the assassin was five or six meters away from Light String, and although he couldn't see his eyes, he could tell that he was observing Light String.

Seeing that he hadn't attacked him for a moment, Light String looked at the wound on his right elbow up.

Blood was still pouring out, the wound was scarlet, and a large piece of flesh was carried out by the assassin's blade.

It hurts a lot, and the feeling of blood loss makes Light String feel a little dizzy.

It's a must!

Light String immediately urged the Wind Ward Sword Technique to rush towards the assassin, and the dagger was also a sword.

It's the same steel and sword, but the length of ten inches is a little short.

Although the lethality and range will be greatly reduced, the sharpness of killing is the same.

The Assassin was a little surprised to see Light String sprinting towards him at great speed.

Instead of going head-to-head with Light Strings, he tried to run away and turn around.

Seeing the assassin's movements, Light String's face straightened.

This assassin is running away?

Although the injury on his arm would be somewhat dangerous, Light String was not prepared to let him go.

What should be asked?