Antique houses, simple and unpretentious décor without extravagant embellishments. At first glance, it's a very ordinary room, but if you look closely, every furnishing is carefully carved from the finest sandalwood. As small as an inconspicuous ashtray, the shape is unique, and I am afraid that there will never be a second such unique ashtray in the world.

A Qianqianyu hand inadvertently played with this delicate ashtray. A lazy smile crossed the corner of his mouth, and his sexy cherry lips opened lightly: "Well, it's really a rich lord, and even such a little thing is worth as much as a Rolls-Royce phantom." ”

"yes, Yi, everything here is worth something." A woman's crisp voice wafted through the room. Because the room is very quiet, even if you speak in the smallest decibels, it is still so clear and loud.

"Yun, what kind of baby haven't we seen." The woman's voice is as cold as ice, her skin is as smooth and soft as jade, without any flaws, and her delicate face is like a fairy who has descended to the mortal world, which is extraordinary and beautiful. There is a kind of breathtaking charm in her deep eyes, shrewdness, wisdom, coldness, etc., are not enough to describe her complex expression. What kind of stunner is this, I'm afraid it's hard to find in the world.

Yes. She is the world's super-killer - Yi. A world-class killer who makes people smell and distort their faces. Why do I see her face distorted, not because she is ugly, but on the contrary, her beauty is unique.

Guess right, it's scary, when you see her, it indicates that death is beckoning to you, can you still have a normal expression in the face of death?

In just five years since his debut, Yi has accepted 42 special missions, 120 first-level missions, and more than 300 second-level missions. Below the third level, well, the third level is too big for her to use a little bit. Yi took on so many tasks, and they were all successfully completed, without exception. So the world gave her the wrong name "Death".

"Hmm. Get down to business. In ten minutes, the old man should be back. I, we need to hurry. The woman said seriously. The same beautiful indescribable facial features, enchanting and sexy posture, if it weren't for Yi beside her, you would think what a stunner she is, I'm afraid she is a unique beauty in the world. But now she can only be a foil for the green leaves.

"Don't worry, I'm sure enough." A contemptuous sneer crossed the corner of Yi's mouth, and he said expressionlessly, full of confidence. How confident she is.

"What kind of painting do you say it is, and the owner wants it at all costs."

"I haven't seen it."

"So how do we find it. There are so many treasures in this house, and there are calligraphy and paintings. How do we know for sure which one is yes? “

"Feeling."

“？”

"When did I miss it."

“•••”

A hint of disappointment flashed in Yun's eyes, but it instantly returned to normal, which Yi didn't notice.

Yun didn't ask anymore, she knew Yi's character, what she didn't want to say Even if you put a knife on her neck, she wouldn't confide half a word, even if it was the dearest good sister. This is where the owner values and relies on her.

Actually, Yi really doesn't know what kind of painting it is.

Sheng only told her that it was a beautiful picture, but he didn't know exactly what it looked like. The saint wants to find by feeling, and the saint believes in the feeling. Because the feeling of Yi has never been missed.

Yi glanced at all the celebrity calligraphy and paintings hanging in the room for five seconds. There are Luo Shen Fu Tu, Qingming Shanghe Tu, Kangxi Zai Night Banquet Tu ••• All of them are valuable national treasures.

After pondering for half a second, Yi began to fix his gaze on the delicate ashtray again.

According to the information she collected, the owner of the house was a non-smoker and hated the smell of smoke the most. But why put such a delicate ashtray here? Receiving guests? This is a private secret room, which is obviously illogical. There are definitely articles here.

Her feelings told her that her goal was about to appear, and that intermediary was the ashtray.