When Qingming woke up, he saw eight people kneeling in front of him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Qingming didn't ask why, because he knew that it was that person who knelt down for the eight of them.

"Get up." He whispered.

When the eight people heard the voice, they all got up, all of them were a little restrained, some afraid, and more awe and fanaticism.

"How long did I sleep?" Qingming asked.

"It's been four days." The person who spoke was a scholar dressed up, and the eight monsters were naturally a little different from modern people, otherwise they would not be worthy of this strange word, so it was naturally reasonable for this ancient scholar to dress up.

"When will the wedding of the Jinling Shi family be held?" Qingming continued to ask.

"Tomorrow." Zhang Daoren said.

……

"I'm going to Jinling." Qingming looked at these people in front of him and said.

"My subordinates are willing to go with me." Eight people bowed and bowed.

……

A team appeared at the airport, extremely dazzling and strangely dressed, like a group of strange tour groups.

Qingming didn't pay attention to those eyes, and walked towards the airport with eight people.

It's just that this rampaging appearance attracted the attention of the security guards, so unsurprisingly, several people were stopped by the handsome security guard.

A few people stopped and continued to walk forward, as if the handsome security guard brother was a ball of air.

This made the handsome and pretentious security guard brother very angry.

"Tell me about you! Do? Didn't you stop and didn't hear? The security guard said.

"I'm sorry, we're going in, in a hurry." Qingming said.

"Hurry up and stop moving!" Brother Security said.

Qingming and the others finally stopped, this was the first time Qingming faced the security guard, his appearance was very special, giving Qingming a sense of déjà vu.

At this time, Zhang Daoren dialed a phone and said a few words to the man, Zhang Daoren handed the phone to the security guard.

"Your supervisor is looking for you." Zhang Daoren said.

The security guard took the phone suspiciously and glanced at Zhang Daoren cautiously, "Hey? ”

The security guard still looked at the people in front of him suspiciously, and handed over the phone.

"I'm sorry, we're in a hurry." Qingming continued.

He can't wait any longer, tomorrow is Xu Mi's wedding.

Suddenly, the sky seemed to be enveloped in a swirling black shadow, like ink melting in water, painting the airport with a unique beauty.

The airport hall, which was still full of people, suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

A shadow of black and white enlarged in Qingming's pupils, and then took over the entire line of sight.

"Are you in such a hurry to die?" A cold voice sounded in Qingming's ears.

The voice seemed to be in my ears, and I could even feel the wind coming out of my mouth as I spoke.

This made Qingming a little scared, who could still speak in his ear but let himself not see his trace.

"Who are you?" Qingming asked in a cold voice.

"Killers." The man replied.

Qingming smiled, "Then you must not be a qualified killer." ”

"Why do you say that?" The man seemed a little surprised.

"Because you talk too much." Qingming's fingers moved, and an arrow appeared in his hand, "And you have curiosity, for a professional killer, curiosity is deadly." ”

When the arrow turned into a sword and stabbed into a dark place, all the black and white around it dissipated.

"This arrow?" A figure wrapped in a black robe pointed to the sword in Qingming's hand, and his tone was full of surprise and surprise.

The sword in Qingming's hand is a long sword, with blue light all over it, with a strange nobility and coldness, like a woman's hairpin, delicate and beautiful but deadly.

blue

He liked the color blue, because many of the poisons he concocted were blue, and when applied to the most handy daggers, it often only took a small wound to kill his enemies.

He has been a killer for many years, unlike other killers, he has not undergone professional training, casual, free, loose, and he is more like the big boy next door in his daily life when he does not kill.

With a smile as warm as the sun, he looked at the world curiously, looking at this world that kills and helps each other.

Sometimes he gets tired of killing, and first of all he creates an illusion, and the man says that his illusion is not an illusion but his own state of mind, which is his world, a world of black and white.

He felt that the man understood him very well, so he agreed to the request to help the man kill Qingming without hesitation.

"Who is going to kill me?" Qingming asked.

The man just looked at Qingming blankly, looking at the blue sword in his hand, he felt that he should also have such a sword, and such a beautiful sword should belong to him.

So he stretched out his hand to snatch the sword from Qingming's hand.

Qingming noticed that when he stretched out his hand to approach him, the upside-down black and white was like a spinning thread, constantly rotating in front of his eyes, round and round, like a huge black and white vortex about to pull himself in and tear it apart.