Burst...

The black night clothes don't look clear in the white moonlight. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoA figure flickered rapidly in the corner, and each brief stay took a life.

Holding the small dagger in his hand, he slowly approached a room where the candlelight flickered, and the two figures rose and fell, their voices confused.

Chirping...

He gently pushed open the door and crept closer.

"You are—" The woman's exclamation was stopped by a dagger before she could mention the highest.

The rest of the men watched the woman whose throat was pierced and fell straight on his shoulder, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and wanted to turn back, but he didn't dare, swallowed hard, and waited for half a salary, only to hear the crackling sound of the candle burning.

The man turned his head with great effort, there was no one else in the room, he hurriedly pushed away the corpse on his body, and ran to the door desperately, just about to open his mouth to call for help, the scene in front of him turned around, and then the man saw his headless body fall softly.

The shadow didn't linger too long, blowing out the candles, carefully closing the doors and windows, and slowly moving to the next room.

This is a quaint Qing Dynasty building, but the decoration inside has long been changed beyond recognition, biased towards Japanese-style courtyards and decorations, which makes the corners of his mouth sneer.

Falling together, and in a few dodges, he approached the hall of a courtyard.

The hall was filled with singing and dancing, and several women danced to the music of the gramophone, one of which was particularly pink.

Sitting on the table was a man about forty years old, and although he was dressed casually and intimately, he could be seen to be a person with a high degree of etiquette education. The man took a sip of wine, raised his right hand and beckoned to the woman in the peach-colored dress, and the woman did not twist, but moved lightly, sat directly on the man's lap, and refilled the man's cup. The man's big hand moved back and forth on the woman's waist, and the woman pushed twice as if she was lustful, and when she saw that the man refused to let go of herself, she also gave up and continued to pour wine and cloth dishes for the man.

"Jealous?" I asked softly. Even with the veil covering, murderous aura erupted from his eyes.

He didn't answer me, because the scene in the hall became chaotic then, and no one expected that the woman in the man's arms would carry out the assassination so openly, and the man pressed his hands to his neck, but the blood still couldn't stop spilling.

For a moment, the sound of gunshots, music, women's shouts, and men's yells mingled in the hall.

Boom... Boom... Boom...

A few crisp shots accompanied by the fall of several people suppressed the scene for a while, and he quickly rushed in to pick up the injured her, and ran out of the hall in a panic.

"Do you regret it?" She asked weakly, not at all as ruthless as when she killed the killer just now.

He didn't answer, just ran away as best he could.

There were more and more people chasing after her, and she became weaker and weaker, spitting out dark red blood, soaking through his sleeves, but she couldn't see the color.

"I don't regret it, I haven't thought about regretting it since the day I promised you."

"You know what I'm asking—" Her voice grew quieter, but her smile grew brighter.

She already knew what she wanted, and although he was still dodging, there were things that couldn't be hidden.

He finally ran out with her in his arms, and when he looked down, she was smiling sweetly.