Guess who you are?

Does it matter who you are?

Wei Huailin covered his abdomen weakly, listening to the sound of blood dripping on the road, his face puzzled.

In the Daihiro Dynasty, only a few miles away from the Kyoto City Gate, intercepting and killing the generals of the court of the current dynasty, who else would this kind of person be if he was not an outlaw? Judging by her abilities, she must be an assassin who was raised from a young age. But looking at her skills, it seems to have something to do with the Fuguo Mansion.

"Are you...... Cui Xu sent to kill me? Whether that speculation was right or not, he didn't think it hurt him to stall by chatting now. This is an official road, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going in normal times. It won't be long before someone passes by, and then she won't be able to do it.

The dagger in Su Qiang's hand was swung around in her palm, and she took a few steps closer to Wei Huailin with a smile, and said lightly: "But I don't know why Fu Guogong wants to kill you." ”

Wei Huailin squinted his eyes and looked behind him, and said with a narrow smile: "Above the officialdom, there are indispensable conflicts of interest. ”

Su Qiang looked at him coldly, and said lightly: "General Wei doesn't have to expect someone to pass by here, I sent someone to cut off the official road at the intersection on both sides." By the time someone gets here, you'll be cold. ”

Wei Huailin's face flashed with annoyance and anger that had been exposed, he shook the scimitar in his hand, raised his eyes and said, "Your Excellency really tried your best to kill me. ”

Su Qiang pursed her lips and smiled: "Why, can't you guess who I am?" ”

She smiled like a flower, and people were shocked to forget about the danger now. Wei Huailin suppressed the dirty thoughts in his heart and said tentatively: "But I don't know how much money I pay, Your Excellency is willing to let me go." As he spoke, he pulled out a wad of silver tickets from the jacket on his chest.

If it weren't for the life-and-death feud, most Assassins would have been paid off.

The woman in front of her finally showed anger for the first time, waved her hand and raised the dagger, which flew quickly in front of Wei Huailin as if it had been shot out of a bow and arrow. He subconsciously wanted to dodge, but Su Qiang's whole person had already stepped forward, and the long knife in his hand slashed through.

Wei Huailin let out an exclamation, desperately using his last bit of strength to swing the scimitar to block. But the long knife only pointed, and only scratched his shoulder. The clothes were torn apart, and the wound could be felt not deep, diagonally down from his shoulders to his abdomen.

"You've killed a guy and left her with such a wound. Do you remember? Su Qiang retreated to the place and said a little seriously.

Killed someone? I don't want to kill too many people.

A trace of doubt flashed in Wei Huailin's eyes, and he stared at Su Qiang and shook his head.

Almost as soon as he shook his head, Su Qiang flew forward again like a ghost. The dagger and long knife in her hand stabbed out at the same time, leaving five long wounds in Wei Huailin's dodge.

Long, but not deep.

The horizontal one crossed the abdomen, the diagonal three crossed the arms, thighs, and back, and even the neck, there was an inch-long wound.

"Five such wounds, you killed her, do you remember?"

Wei Huailin couldn't support it, leaned against a crooked old tree not far away, and saw the woman in front of him who made an instant attack like Shura that he couldn't resist, and was looking at him with a serious and somewhat anxious expression at this time.

What a hell of a thing.

He cursed inwardly.

Ghost?

The thought made his heart tremble.

He never used so many knives to kill, unless the opponent was strong, or he was attacked by a group and died.

"Are you...... Cui Wange's ...... Who? ”

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