Yunke is on the long street.

The snow was thick and no one swept it.

But his legs did not sink into the snow, he stood on the snow with light steps.

Luo Ning looked at him and said, "I don't want to compete with you every day. ”

Yunke looked at him and said seriously, "I'm just passing by." ”

Luo Ning raised his eyebrows, "If you have to pass in front of me, you will be called to pass by?"

Yunke said, "I want to go to East Street to eat a bowl of noodles, and by the way, I will take another look at a person before he leaves." ”

Luo Ning looked at him and asked, "How is the face?"

Yunke stared at him and said, "The person has seen it, but the noodles haven't been eaten yet." ”

Luo Ning looked at the rice-thick snow on the ground and smiled, "I think that noodles are not as delicious as hot pot." ”

Yun Ke said, "That's nature. ”

He stared at the sword behind Luo Ning and the firewood knife on his waist, and suddenly said, "It's just that this person is not as fast as this sword." ”

Luo Ning said seriously, "The sword has been sharpened. ”

Yunke replied thoughtfully, "That's good." ”

The young man lifted his steps gently, his feet were covered with spiritual power, and he had already stood on the snow.

He looked at Yunke and said, "Actually, if you are interested, you can follow that person." ”

Yunke looked at him seriously and said, "After reading you, I'm going to send another person." ”

Luo Ning exclaimed, "Who is it?"

Yunke smiled, "The people who hired me to kill you yesterday. ”

Luo Ning frowned and said, "That person must be very powerful." ”

Yunke turned around and didn't look at Luo Ning again.

He said lightly, "My sword is also sharpened. ”

Luo Ning asked, "Will it be difficult to deal with?"

Yunke said, "I can handle it." ”

Luo Ning smiled and said, "That's fine." ”

The sun shines on Yunke's body.

His shadow was stretched long in the brilliance of the rainbow-like snow.

It's like a sword.

His previous sword was bent by He Rensi at the Mid-Autumn Festival, and even if it was straightened later, it was useless.

He carried a new sword at his waist.

The side of his face blown by the cold wind was extremely resolute.

That's exactly what the killer sees.

His last business came along the wind, "After you go out, you must be worthy of Mr. Yi's sword." ”

A smile appeared on Luo Ning's face.

He knew it.

No one knows Yi Shuihan's sword better than him.

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There is a noodle shop on East Street.

But there was no one at this time.

It seems that this shop has been yellow for a long time, and no one comes here to eat noodles, but there is a perennial aroma of noodles here.

Yunke didn't feel anything strange.

He walked into the room and sat down in a window seat.

He sat here, like an old monk who had settled down, and his face looked extremely peaceful.

Since you are waiting for someone, you must have the appearance of waiting for someone.

Waist-thick snow piles in the doorway.

The snow is like a mirror, still reflecting the sun.

Finally.

On the other side of the street, a man walked in.

He did not walk on the snow.

He came by wading through the snow.

So there was an extra path in the snow.

He looked drenched and embarrassed.

Then he walked into the noodle shop.

It was a man.

However, there are unnatural marks on his face, and many people are unable to recognize the human skin mask he wears on his face, so they cannot distinguish his gender.

He came to Yunke's table, his left arm trembling slightly, as if he was injured.

But compared to his left arm, the most conspicuous thing is his gloomy face.

His eyes were locked on the table, ready to erupt flames.

Because Yunke was clean, he didn't bring anything other than a sword.

There was nothing he wanted to see.

He frowned and asked, "So, did you kill the person I asked you to kill?"

Yunke said calmly, "Those people are my friends. ”

The man frowned, "Who doesn't know that the twenty-second Yunke on the cloud list is a killer who sees money, if you are given money, you may even kill your own wife, and people like you will have friends?"

Yunke said seriously, "I don't have a mother, I was killed by the Demon Sect, and I killed it a long time ago." ”

The man raised an eyebrow and asked, "Where's the silver?"

Yunke took it out of his arms, took out a silver ticket, and put it on the table.

The number on that is ten thousand taels.

Ten thousand taels of silver.

If this is placed in the people, it is enough to feed a county for I don't know how long.

Even for cultivators, it is enough to make many people's hearts flutter.

But in the eyes of Yunke at this time, it seems to be inferior to a piece of waste paper.

The man laughed, "You're very bold. ”

Yunke replied, "The hot pot is delicious. ”

The man added, "The noodles should be delicious, too." ”

Yunke said, "My teeth are not good, I can't eat soft noodles, I can only eat hard hot pot." ”

The man laughed, bent down and laughed, as if he wanted to turn his stomach out.

Yun Ke looked at him expressionlessly, his hand already on his sword.

The man restrained his smile and said seriously, "You would have had many opportunities to get close to them and kill them. ”

Yun Ke also said seriously, "Your realm strength is higher than mine, if you go to kill, it may be more convenient." ”

The man's eyebrows instantly rose like a sword.

"Do you know who I am?"

Yunke smiled, "Not only do I know your realm, but I can also see the human skin mask on your face. ”

The man's face changed violently a few times and then asked, "Why?"

Yun Ke explained, "Because I have seen more than one level of subtlety on the face of Princess Nanjun, this disguise of yours is simply too clumsy. ”

He thought for a moment and then explained, "Moreover, the disguise of your voice is too far from that of the princess, and the princess of Nanjun is much stronger than you." ”

Princess Nanjun is stronger than you.

With these words coming out, the man's face could no longer contain the anger in his heart.

The expression on his mask was calm.

But what about under the mask?

Maybe there's another mask underneath the mask?

He's not really him.

He's her.

......

It's windy outside.

Not the wind that rises in the streets, but the cold wind that pours into the streets in the house.

The wind was as bitter as a real cold wind.

Yunke sat in the center of the tuyere, without any expression or movement.

The man looked at him and said, "You are very speechless, because I could not have killed you." ”

Then he continued, "And you seem to be confident that you would dare to say that to me even though you know I'm not an ordinary person." ”

Yunke didn't answer him again.

Because he could clearly sense that this person was tricky.

He looked down at the snowflakes that had been blown away on the long street, as if he had given in.

The calluses on his mouth clasped the sword in his hand.

The wind on the long street did not stop because of his sword-gripping, but became more raging.

The man laughed, "You're rubbish......"

Bang!

His words weren't quite finished.

The cold wind in front of him was suddenly torn.

What tore through this cold wind was a sword light.

This sword light walked at an extremely sinister angle, breaking through the cold wind and coming to him.

This is perhaps not the fastest sword in the world.

But this is definitely the best sword for killing.

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