The twelfth program

In the middle of the night, under the silk dress and nightgown, the rose-scented shower gel was all over the body, but Murong Painting House didn't like it very much, so he lit an old-fashioned incense - rosemary in the Roman aromatherapy lamp, which can soothe the mood and relax the spirit.

With the lights out, she moved the chair in English glossy cowhide and sat down in front of the window. The curtains were closed, and there was only a slender opening, but she could clearly see the movement at the door. There was no longer grief in her eyes, only vigilance and shrewdness, like a leopard lurking in the shadows waiting for its prey!

It's quiet outside, and there's only the governor's residence halfway up the mountain, and there's no one next to it. In the silence, her sense of sight and hearing became more acute.

At around eleven o'clock, there was a slight movement on the first floor, she knew in her heart, she knew that it was not the enemy, but she was afraid that it was the servant who was transferring-he could take care of his subordinates so well, but he pushed her to the edge of the cliff, and Murong Hualou didn't know if he was merciful or vicious......

The noise on the first floor lasted only a minute or so, and then there was endless silence.

After sitting for a long time, his body was a little weak, and then Murong Hualou got up and moved his limbs and joints. The lace ties of the nightgown are slightly loose, and there are no strands inside, which is her young and graceful figure. There are no traces of high-strength, high-density wooden sticks hitting the body for many years, the skin is white, the hands and feet are soft, and they are no longer as hard as iron. She once loved this body of her dreams.

Now I hate it.,Such a body.,The attack power is too low.,The endurance is too low!

She stood firmly, her toes moved on her toes, half a second, her body was ten meters away, because she knew how to move, and her speed was still very fast. It's just that it can't compare to the body of the agent from before. If it had been in the past, it would have been at least 100 meters away.

She came into the world with gratitude, no mission, no honor, no killing. Only today did I have a trace of helplessness, born in the Republic of China, Chinese and Western-style antiques can be seen and used, which is not a benefit in any era. But this era will be turbulent for decades. In troubled times, even if you are careful to avoid it everywhere, it will inevitably involve resentment.

family feuds, maybe you can laugh at it; The country hates it, but it is incumbent. Murong Hualou will not boast of how righteous and awe-inspiring he is, but he can't bear to be bullied by the Japanese. Once read history books, I will also be heartbroken about the despicable acts of the Japanese people, and I can't wait to eat their flesh and drink their blood! Tonight the widow is close at hand, and she has no idea of escaping.

It has nothing to do with Baiyungui, it's just a knot in my heart!

The summer night is quiet, only the chaos and the four groans, making the long night even more lonely.

Will the Japanese come tonight? How much was she gambling in her heart......

A clear thought is like a scoop of cold water on her head, and her mind is unprecedentedly clear: the purpose of her coming to Yuzhou has turned into a clear thought floating in her heart.

First, it is naturally to cover Yun Yuan. On the first day she came, Adjutant Li told Aunt Yun everywhere how Mrs. Yun was, and that she had smallpox and could not see guests; Then he went to the Li Mansion, but Adjutant Li said that because the lady was here, Yun Yuan wanted to avoid it, so he didn't come. didn't mention her smallpox at all, but put all the blame on Murong Hualou. What is behind it is nothing more than a valid reason why Yun Yuan cannot attend any occasion.

This trick is called shifting trouble to Koto. Murong Hualou thought that Yun Yuan might not be in Yuzhou anymore. Where Yun Yuan went and what she went to do, I am afraid that it is also related to the trapping of Yuzhou this time.

Second, of course, it is to paralyze the Japanese. The White Overseer has no relatives in Yuzhou, and if he wants to win him over, it may not be possible to rely on interests alone, and the best way is to combine grace and power. Pinch his wife in his hands, and then promise heavy profits, not afraid that the White Overseer will not return!

It may have been guessed, it may have been heard, but the White Overseer knew what the Japanese were planning. Perhaps the object of the Japanese at first was Yun Yuan. So Bai Yungui thought about it, first, to let Yun Yuan leave and do more important things, and second, to continue to let the Japanese carry out this stupid plan.

Madame is an old-fashioned woman, timid and wooden, he naturally knows it.

Murong Hualou thought, between a hundred secrets and a sparse one, he just missed her, right? Bai Yungui didn't want to submit to the Japanese or the southern cabinet supported by the Japanese at all, so he was calculating.

How effective it will be will be clear tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

She sat down again, took out her laser pistol from her storage bag, and her face was hidden in a faint shadow, without joy or sorrow, like a sculpture. This laser pistol has a large range, and the laser can be used inexhaustibly for a hundred years, making it very suitable for close-range attacks. In the 22nd century, such pistols were rare, but they were the Empire's top agents, and when they had new high-end weapons, they would be used first.

Fortunately, I loved the long machine gun so much that I was always reluctant to use it, so I kept it in the storage bag. Now, this body has no offensive power, and the pistol has become her only possession. Lucky no? Maybe a little.

The silk nightgown was not too long, a slender jade leg leaked outside, and the clock slowly crawled towards half past eleven, Murong Hualou Fu sat down again, facing the window, leaning his head on the back of the chair, as if he was asleep. The laser pistol is hidden in the sleeve, she is like a soft sari, and the brocade is as elegant as a chrysanthemum!

The bell rang slowly in the early morning, and Murong Hualou changed his posture and continued to sleep.

At the back of the first floor, I heard a slight movement, the sound of a cold weapon scratching on the glass window. The footsteps are very light, and the first thing you hear is well-trained. Murong Hualou's ears pricked up, and then a trace of burning color appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Thirty people!" ”

Thirty well-trained agents, used against her alone, did exalt her. I'm afraid that it is my own piano music that makes the Japanese wary. Murong Painting House just thought that no one would come tonight. But it still came, and the number of people increased at least threefold.

"It turns out that Yuzhou has reached this point!" She chuckled.

It's already a situation where the Japanese may know that it's a game and want to jump into it! If there were one less point of danger, such a risk would not be taken. Murong Painting House used to be an agent, and a group of twelve was the best match. In ancient times, there was not such a high level of technology, but a group of more than twenty people was a burden to the action.

The number of Japanese people has doubled, indicating that they know that things will change, but they still do not care about life and death.

The situation has really reached the moment of tension!

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