The cold wind whistling outside the window echoed in his ears, and the warm water in the house soaked his whole body, Zhao Chengping closed his eyes and reclined in the wide bathtub, everything was so beautiful, if there was not a man with a hooded head and a murderous face jumping out of the pyre. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When Zhao Chengping opened his eyes, the ghost-headed broadsword was only ten centimeters away from him, and there was no way to avoid it, just when the assassin thought he was about to succeed in one blow, Zhao Chengping suddenly disappeared, and a foot stretched out of thin air from the water, kicking the assassin's wrist.

Unable to hold the knife in pain, the Assassin quickly grabbed the knife with his left hand, and stabbed it into the water.

Only then did Zhao Chengping slide into the water in a hurry to avoid the fatal knife, and by the way, he fought back a little, and now this stab, he barely turned sideways in the water, avoided the blade, and climbed the wall of the bathtub with his hand very quickly, and turned out of the water.

It would have been a very handsome position, but he had no strength in his whole body, and he couldn't even stand steadily, and after he turned out of the bathtub, he fell directly to the ground, and the assassin's feet were already waiting for him, and he rolled on the ground with all his strength, and dodged again.

The assassin sneered, "Third Young Master Zhao, this leper dog rolls in a good posture. ”

"Thanks for the compliment, I also think it's pretty good, handsome tricks, it's a good trick to survive." Zhao Chengping wanted to stand up, but found that just the action of standing up was reluctant, and the water temperature in the bathtub should not be so high.

"Do you find it hard to stand now?" The assassin sneered, "It's better to lie down." ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward in two steps and slashed at Zhao Chengping.

Zhao Chengping grabbed the blowtorch resting next to the stove and used the illusion technique to turn it into a standard step. guns, I was going to end the battle with such a pleasant shot, but ......

Step. The gun, which is just a rifle, does not automatically appear enough ammunition to fill the chamber.

Depend on!

Zhao Chengping forgot about the bullet cleanly, and wanted to turn it into a cold weapon again, but he couldn't change it. The gun is used as an iron bar.

Unexpectedly, the assassin didn't rush over, his eyes were fixed on the steps in Zhao Chengping's hand. Gun: "You, what kind of demon are you, how can you have this thing?" ”

This assassin actually knew Bu. Gun?

You must know this town, but not even electricity is available to every household, and there are only a few big families who have gone out to see the world.

"Looks, you know what it is?" Zhao Chengping smiled evilly.

The Assassin's expression said it all.

Weapons, in many cases, play a role in deterrence and intimidation.

"Now, can you tell me who sent you to peek at me taking a bath?" I didn't wear anything, and it was still quite cold to stand outside.

With a gun in his hand, Zhao Chengping returned to the bathtub, like a sniper squatting in a trench waiting to shoot.

The assassin looked at him coldly, not saying a word.

If there were bullets, Zhao Chengping would now at least shoot the ground as a warning, but he couldn't do that, and if he pulled the trigger, the assassins would find out that he was bluffing.

"If you don't say it, it doesn't matter, if you're idle, you're idle, so it's better to guess." Zhao Chengping looked at him in a good time.

"You were sent by Luo Xinyuan." Zhao Chengping said the name in a very affirmative tone.

Although the assassin was still expressionless, judging by his slightly wide eyes, he should have guessed correctly.

Zhao Chengping smiled: "Don't wonder how I guessed, Luo Xinyuan has been studying in Japan for so long, there must be many Japanese friends, although you are holding a Chinese broadsword in your hand, but the posture of waving the knife is really an indelible trace of the Japanese samurai sword swing." What genre are you from? Flying Edgeworth? ”

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The assassin said coldly.

Zhao Chengping smiled even more: "You found out." ”

"Why did Luo Xinyuan kill me, I ordered so many goods from him, and the balance hasn't been paid yet." Zhao Chengping expressed regret that he didn't want to take all the money, everyone is a businessman, what is the deep hatred and hatred, for the sake of money, you can't let it go?

The assassin said coldly: "If you want to kill, kill it, less nonsense." ”

"Kill you, I still have to dispose of the corpse myself, I don't want to see any more soulless pieces of flesh today, you can go." Zhao Chengping raised the barrel of the gun and made a "please" gesture in the direction of the gate very generously.

Now it was the Assassin's turn to bewilder: "Will you let me go?" ”

"Why don't you let you go, you're just a tool to listen to people's calls, I already know who is holding your tool, besides, you can't beat me, why don't you let you go?" Zhao Chengping waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go, remember to close the door when you go out, it's cold." ”

Seeing that Zhao Chengping really had no intention of further questioning or killing him, the assassin slowly walked towards the door, opened the door, but saw Liu Ye'er standing at the door, she saw a strange man running out of the bathroom, his head and face were tightly wrapped, and he was still holding a knife in his hand, and he couldn't help but open his mouth wide to scream.

The assassin grabbed Liu Ye'er's neck, and the blade that shone with cold light pressed against her white and delicate skin, and under the fragile skin, the pale blue veins throbbed slightly.

A glimmer of blood red slowly flowed down the skin where the blade was clinging.

Liu Ye'er's throat was tightly clenched, and she couldn't scream. Her eyes widened in panic as she struggled to breathe with her mouth open.

"Now, let's see if your gun is fast, or my knife is fast!" The Assassin's cold tone was tinged with smugness.

Zhao Chengping looked at him like a fool:

"Hey, are you waking up, she is Yahuan, I am a young master, which young master have you ever seen put himself on for Yahuan? It's hard to say whether the gun is fast or the knife is fast, but I can guarantee that you won't be able to run away if she's dead. ”

Looking at him lazily soaking in the tub and holding a gun in both hands, it seems that he really doesn't mean to shoot faster than him.

"Me! No! Letter! The assassin gritted his back molars and smacked at a moment's notice.

Who in the whole town doesn't know that the entire Zhao family is the third young master of Zhao Chengping who pays the most attention to justice, equality, democracy, and freedom, and says that all people are equal at every turn, and there is no distinction between master and slave.

The one who will come over when the young master is taking a bath must be his personal maid, how could he be so ruthless to his personal maid?

"Don't believe me? Then you can try it, you make a knife, I will shoot, fair and reasonable. Zhao Chengping smiled softly, pulled the trigger with one hand, and held the barrel on the wall of the bathtub, as if the blood flowing from Liu Ye'er's neck had no effect on him.

I thought I had captured a hostage, but I didn't expect to put myself in a dilemma. (To be continued.) )