The moon is hidden in the clouds.

The roof tiles are neatly arranged, and the original cyan surface is covered with a layer of dullness, which is not comfortable to climb on, and the smooth surface is a little difficult to stand on.

Apple slowly adjusts her breathing, pauses for a few seconds, and jumps to another roof to hide.

A servant walked around with a lantern and turned his head around the corner with a routine gesture, and there were no suspicious objects. He never looked at the roof, after all, when he met a guy who could climb the wall and go to the house, he basically had to run away.

When the next person was gone, Apple jumped to another room, this time sharper than before.

Before leaving, it wasn't that she didn't have thoughts and plans, she wasn't a stupid person who didn't know anything about battle and death, but somehow, when she knew that she was going to carry out the mission with the seven people who had succeeded in the trial, her first reaction was:

Is the girl who slept with herself still alive?

Eight people met, and the result was no.

For Apple, it's not a disappointment or sadness, just a passerby, and she passes away.

Making sure the veil was tightly fastened, she cat-waisted across the roof and overheard another companion jumping into the window.

Apple was in a slight trance.

It's time to get into action so quickly.

Her mind went blank, she rolled over and jumped into the window, which made a noise when it opened, so she crouched on the ground and drew her short knife to look at the dark room, which was empty.

Ask yourself, Ping is afraid of death, afraid of seeing dead people. But now that she has become an assassin, she may not be qualified to speak, nor will she have the opportunity to speak.

Who is the level of Chi Ran and the sect leader, is he the chief steward or the little minion?

Apple didn't know.

She was afraid that she had done something wrong, and Chi Ran would have to settle accounts with her.

Sneaking one step at a time, Apple must do it before they can shout before they can shout it, whether it's a five-year-old child or an old man.

The red night of Li Zhi County seems to be shrouded again, and unlike himself at that time, Ping now seems to be able to decide the lives of others in addition to desperately protecting himself.

Reaching out and groping for a wall, it was very smooth, a wall only found in rich and noble families, she walked a few steps, touched a barrier, and immediately held it up.

The pattern can't be seen clearly, she heard Chi Ran say that this is a screen, if it is daytime, she will probably look at it in a novel way.

It's a pity it's night.

In the quiet atmosphere, a pool of sewage was mixed in, quietly disturbing the peace.

After all, she clenched the short knife and bowed her body slightly, like a lurking cheetah, moving cautiously little by little.

According to Huo Qingniang's explanation, Yan Danren should live in a nearby house.

A scream was heard in the distance, followed by a moment of silence followed by the guards pouring out of the nest, and soon, Apple heard dense footsteps, accompanied by the cacophony of spotting the Assassin.

A quick search of the house revealed that only the bed against the wall was obscured by its own curtain and could not see the inside.

After observing for a few seconds, Apple silently approached the shelf, reached out and grabbed the side of the curtain, pulling a corner open.

Apple heard a gentle exclamation.

Inside was a woman.

"Who is it?" The woman, who had been lying on the bed, sat up slowly at the moment and reached out to probe.

The wrist was grasped, and the woman noticed that her neck was slightly cold.

The clouds and mist dispersed, and the full moon purely exposed the delicate flowing water of the heavenly palace, flowing over the woman's beautiful face, stopping in her deep gaze.

The two girls were silent, staring at each other.

The voice of the guard came from outside the door: "Is there anyone?" Open the door! ”

Someone is coming......

Ping let go of the woman's hand and hid under the covers.

Without answering, the guard kicked in the door!

The light illuminated the shelf bed, and several guards were stunned. The person on the bed covered the area from the neck down with a quilt and looked at them playfully.

One of the guards noticed something else bulging in the quilt and moved his mouth to explain something, but the woman said angrily, "Get out." Dare to mention one word - pull out the tongue. ”

They retreated, closing the door lightly, but it didn't seem to be far away.

The two men in the room remained in a stiff position, and Ping lifted the quilt, her face still covered with a masked cloth, and the knife remained stuck in the woman's neck.

She's going to have to kill her.

Ping has seen dead people, she's seen people kill people, but she hasn't killed anyone.

How can you kill someone who has no grievances with you?

The woman looked calm, looking at Apple for a long time, her eyes seemed to be in Apple's marrow: "I'm sleepy." ”

The woman lies down in slow motion, with a variety of clothes slightly open, a flat chest, and a visible collarbone.

The moonlight was bright, and she saw her clearly.

The woman stroked Apple's curled knee, and even though the blade of her neck cut her skin, she looked sleepy and relaxed, and asked nonchalantly, "Are you a man?" "Finger up.

Apple dodged, and the woman's hand missed, falling a few seconds later.

"Oh, you're a woman."

There was another long silence, and there was the sound of fighting outside, and everyone around should have woken up.

A sense of urgency strikes, and Apple must do something.

"Where is Yan Danren?"

Apple deliberately changed her voice and had a rough voice, though it didn't work out.

A subtle smile appeared on the woman's beautiful face, and she pulled at the corner of Apple's coat and motioned for her to come closer.

"Yan Danren is the prince. Definitely won't live here, do you want to find him somewhere else? He seems to be going to the border recently. ”

Apple's eyes were cold.

But Yan Dan must be living around here tonight.

When he was about to ask again, the guards outside the door kicked the door and rushed in: "Your Highness! The Assassin is near, get out of the way—stop! ”

Changes.

It's too fast.

In a trance, for a moment.

The short knife in her hand had been seized, and the identities of the prey and the hunter were exchanged, and the second prince Yan Danren hugged Ping tightly, and restrained her movements sideways.

The blood-stained dagger tasted the other again.

That's when Apple noticed that he had an Adam's apple.

"Your Highness!"

"Shhhhh......hh

Her cheeks were moist, her lips felt peculiar, and her pupils shrank as the mask fell.

She was stunned.

"Look, it's a girl." Yan Danren's voice returned to normal, the man's voice was pure, his tone was frivolous, and the clothes he was wearing were nondescript, "Na, little girl, now you can't run away, there are a lot of people on His Highness's side, there are very few people on your side, and they will definitely not care about you, Ah ......"

He yawned, muttered that he was really sleepy, and told the guards to hurry up and catch the others, or everyone would wear women's dresses tomorrow.

As he spoke, the dagger turned to the girl's heart, hugging it tighter, the tip of the knife slowly piercing in, the pain and heartbeat trembling together.

Sure that her black night clothes were wet with blood, Yan Danren, who was quite leisurely, suddenly caught a glimpse of the quilt flashing red, and a warmth wrapped around her thighs—it was on fire.

It's on fire.

It's on fire.

"Holy!"

The flames tore at the fabric, irritating the stern eyes.

"Get out!" As he shakes it off, he exhales with a slap and Apple dodges sideways.

And he rolled out of bed, and the guards hurriedly came over to help His Highness extinguish the flames, while the girl threw the lit quilt at them, picked up the short knife and fled!

"Chase, kill her—"

Angry voices resounded through the courtyard, and the seven Assassins scattered across the courtyard sensed the sudden nervousness of the guards and determined the direction of the Yan Dan.

The blood burst open, and the seven frantically repelled the enemy in front of them, rushing towards the room from several directions.

A spear flew out, piercing the abdomen of an Assassin, but the Assassin did not stop, and fell to the ground several meters with inertia.

The spear pointed at the sky crookedly, shaking slightly.

Some of the guards surrounded the Assassin, who was still gasping for breath.

Ping, who had just escaped, came to her senses, killed her pistol, and jumped back into the house......