On the night of early spring, the night is as cool as water.

On such a night, it is much more comfortable for a cat to drink in the house, even if it is a thatched house or millet wine, than to go out and fight with people in the cold wind.

The moment the door was opened, when the cold wind rushed into his neck, Yan Ruyu began to regret it.

Wu Cuo was like a big rooster who only had to go to a duel, holding his head high, and suddenly got into the wind.

"People don't seem to mean fighting." Yan Ruyu said.

To credify his arguments, he added: "Why else do you keep hiding? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen black shadows walked out from behind a dozen big trees, each carrying a weapon, a sword, a hook, a hammer, and even a longbow.

"It seems that today's fight is going to be a must." Wu Cuo's helpless tone was clearly deliberately angry with Yan Ruyu.

"Two sons, Fifth Master Xiong is invited." The black shadow at the head spoke, and there was no emotion in his voice, not like a person, but like the clanging sound of a weapon.

As Xiong Wuye's subordinate, you can only be a weapon.

Xiong Wuye, this master who ranked third on the Wushuang spectrum not only has outstanding martial arts, but also single-handedly created the Ten Thousand Bears Gang, more than 2,000 gangs are the only ones Xiong Wuye is the first to look forward, even if Xiong Wuye asks them to hit the tip of the knife with their chests, no one will dare to hesitate.

Not only did they not dare to hesitate, but they were also afraid that they would fall behind, because if they hit the tip of the knife and died, their families would receive a generous compensation, enough to spend the rest of their lives in peace, and if they fell behind others, they would not only die dozens of times more painfully, but also affect their families.

Yan Ruyu was not Xiong Wuye's opponent, even if Wu Cuo was added, the chances of winning were still slim, but he still refused without hesitation.

"Unfortunately, we don't have time." Yan Ruyu turned around and was about to go back to the house.

"So, what about Gongzi Wu?" The black shadow asked Wu Cuo.

"I want to join in the fun, but ......," he pointed at Yan Ruyu, "he already said that he was not available." ”

More than a dozen black shadows made moves at the same time, some were as imposing as rainbows, their moves opened and closed, some were hidden and their moves were weird and changeable, and some remained in place, waiting for the moment when the enemy revealed their flaws and gave a fatal blow.

To train such a well-coordinated assassination team, I don't know how much time and money it will take.

The moment he drew his sword, Wu Cuo even began to feel sorry for Fifth Master Xiong.

It's a pity that all this time and money have to be wasted.

Wu Cuo parried a frontal attack, and the speed under Yan Ruyu's feet was fast, bang, and in the blink of an eye, he picked up the weapons of six people, and the six assassins who stayed in place and waited for the fatal blow. They had no choice but to pull out the second short weapon they had brought with them and join the melee.

They are not opponents, and after thirteen moves, the two of them have a conclusion in their hearts. However, these people all took out a desperate posture, and did not hesitate to use their bodies to cover their companions, and really hit Yan Ruyu's sword tip with their chests.

"Stop! I don't want to kill! Yan Ruyu shouted.

Out of the sword and Zhenfei alone, Wu Cuo also said: "Go back and tell Xiong Wuye that we don't hurt his people and don't want to make enemies with him." ”

The dark shadow answered the two with action.

They rushed to kill even harder.

Where are these Assassins? Instead, it's more like a death squad.

Wu Cuo's sword was stained with blood first.

The smell of blood permeated the cold air, adding a touch of warmth to the cold night.

Then the second man fell, and the third, and the fourth......

When more than a dozen black shadows all fell, Yan Ruyu squatted aside and spit out tears.

His sword was clean, and the clothes on his body did not have a trace of blood, and he didn't even kill anyone, it was Wu Cuo who killed people.

Wu Cuo was already very careful, there was still a drop of blood on the white robe, and the blood on the sword trickled downward, flowing through the sword body to the tip of the sword, and then dripping on the ground.

It is said that the best sword in the world kills without blood.

"You've never killed anyone?" Wu asked wrongly.

Yan Ruyu just vomited and didn't answer, but Wu Cuo already knew the answer.

He took advantage of the moonlight to carefully look at his hand without a sword and confirmed that there was no blood on his hand, so he patted Yan Ruyu's back with this hand.

"Who says I haven't killed anyone?!" Yan Ruyu muttered unconvinced. In his opinion, if he didn't carry dozens of lives on his back, he was not worthy of walking the rivers and lakes.

Therefore, even if he has never killed a person, not even a chicken, he has to pretend to kill without blinking.

"If you don't want to kill, you won't kill." Wu Cuo's voice was very low, as if he was afraid that a third person would hear it and make Yan Ruyu lose face.

What Yan Ruyu was thinking, he always knew.

Yan Ruyu deliberately changed the topic and said, "The fight is over, can you continue drinking?" ”

Outside the house is a cold night filled with the smell of blood, and inside the house are friends who drink and talk.

The innkeeper's craft of making wine is really good, millet wine actually brewed the stamina of aging, the wine was drunk into the stomach, the stomach first eased up, and soon, the heart was also warm, this warmth was transported to the limbs with the heartbeat, and finally, a fire was ignited in the head, crackling and baking.

Anyone's head will not feel good if it is roasted by the fire, Yan Ruyu first lay on the table unconscious, Wu Cuo was more energetic, drank a few more glasses alone, muttered for a while, and then lay down.

Wu Cuo's sleep is very shallow, and on the way here, even if he stays at the best inn every night, he will still be bothered by noise.

The night before, there was an cheating woman who took advantage of her husband's sleep to talk to the palanquin man for a one-night stand, but unfortunately the two hid under Wu Cuo's window.

The next night, he changed to a remote inn, and he felt that there were always ants crawling on the ground, and the sound of footsteps disturbed his dreams.

The third night was even more tormenting, just in time for the beginning of spring, the willow tree outside the house was unhurriedly pumping its branches, the slightest hint, Wu Cuo didn't close his eyes all night.

That night he slept so deeply that he was carried elsewhere and did not wake up.

Is it because of alcohol?

However, even if he drank with Yan Ruyu all night, he had never been drunk like this.

Could it be that someone drugged the wine while they were fighting?

Does that mean that the Assassins' mission is to be killed? Because only in this way can the person who administers the drug be unaware.

Wu Cuo opened his eyes and began to think about these questions.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a large bed, which was as big as a room, and the bed was covered with at least a dozen layers of silk quilts, so soft that it seemed to be lying in a cloud.

The bed is surrounded by tents, layered on top of each other, indicating the owner's wealth.

The house is very large, the roof is very high, and even the wash basin on the Huanghuali basin shelf in the corner is a good thing that can only be burned by the official kiln in Jingdezhen.

Even the Wu family, which is the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River, will not casually put such things in the room for people to use.

Wu Cuo knew this, because he was the second son of the Wu family.

How can there be porcelain from the official kiln here? Could it be that you have arrived at the palace?