The rain is getting faster, and it is densely connected into a line, and the thin water curtain is hung on the flying corner of the eaves, and the night is silent.

Gu Hanyi held up an umbrella, wrapped the green jade case with a fast brocade cloth, and walked to the chief's mansion.

The report was too slow, and she went straight over the wall.

It was pitch black in Han Cheng's house, so quiet that only the sound of rain was there.

Gu Hanyi didn't deliberately slow down his movements, pushed the window and turned in, walked to the side of the bed and saw that Han Cheng was still sleeping soundly.

This vigilance ...... If someone really had been assassinated, I am afraid that a hundred deaths would not be enough.

Gu Hanyi put the Qingyu case on the head of his bed, making a muffled sound of "bang".

Han Cheng finally opened his eyes, and was confused for a moment when he saw a dark shadow beside the bed, and he turned over in shock and retreated into the bed

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