The steel knife blocked the door, the cold one was the steel knife, and the one who was even more cold was the person holding the steel knife, Hei Wei!

As the first department to be fully responsible for the intelligence of Gyeonggi since the founding of Dafeng, they are as conspicuous as ghosts in the day, as powerful, and as fearful!

All this is just because Emperor Dafeng said, "It's not worth killing!"

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The appearance of the black guard made the originally panicked diners silent like a cicada, the black guard didn't need a reason to kill, they only needed to explain to His Majesty the Emperor.

Watching the only black guard in the lobby who was not wearing a steel knife slowly wrap a silk thread, the diners felt a chill permeating their bodies. The minced meat in that place was cut from an inconspicuous silk thread.

Shopkeeper Tian was stunned by the sudden change, and the guy who had been reprimanded not long in the morning turned into minced meat? Lao Tian, who had always kept to himself, felt that his good life could see the end.

"Bang!" got to his knees on the ground, Tian You trembled and finally survived the fat accumulated in the chaos, and tremblingly pleaded guilty.

"My lord, please spare the villain! The villain, the villain doesn't know about the little third son!"

Huo Gang didn't look at the restaurant shopkeeper who was crawling on the ground, and walked out of the restaurant with big steps, it seemed that the things here had nothing to do with him, in fact, it really didn't matter, he just killed someone as usual.

Huo Gang, who took the lead, left, and the other black guards also collected their knives and left, and a group of diners naturally rushed to leave this place of right and wrong, leaving only a few helpless guys in the huge restaurant, and the shopkeeper who was still prostrate on the ground.

"Shopkeeper, they're gone, shopkeeper!" A slightly older guy saw that everyone was gone, and hurriedly stepped forward to support his shopkeeper, but found that his shopkeeper had fainted, and immediately panicked, beckoning others to carry the shopkeeper to the backyard.

All that's left is minced meat.

I hugged the sleeping Sister Hua and lay on the bed, slowly and carefully recalled everything that happened during the day, there should be no abnormality, smiled a little proudly, looked at the Sister Hua who was sleeping sweetly in her arms, turned off the lights and slept comfortably.

In the same way, there can be many women in the fine-worked.

Women are an extremely limited number of ways we can relax ourselves.

I went straight back to Xicheng after getting out of the restaurant among the diners, and this woman named Yimeng was not surprised by my return and return. I left her enough money and the beggar's garment, and she understood what it all meant.

There is no secret in the world that no one knows, and since one person knows it, then it is better to let that person know it. What's more, that person is Sister Hua from Xicheng, and there is no one who can keep secrets better than Sister Hua.

Sister Hua in Xicheng has experienced strange things, but these things never leak out of their mouths, this is the foundation of their lives, and their own lives are the most important, even if their lives are extremely fragile.

Yimeng's secret door didn't open the door the next day, and the peers and regulars who came and went all knew what was going on, the sisters who were happy for her, and the regulars who scolded and left, she didn't know any of this, she was concentrating on making porridge, because of my explanation last night.

Half lying on the bed and being served after breakfast, I still don't want to get up, I want to leave the imperial capital, maybe the bed is too soft and too soft, I want to leave the imperial capital more and more.

Only by leaving the imperial capital can I have the possibility of breaking away from the organization!

Although I was only nineteen years old, and I still had a lot of time to plan, I was a little anxious, I entered the industry at the age of eleven, and at the age of twelve, I went out of the mountain gate to carry out tasks, beggars, pharmacy apprentices, restaurant guys, brothel teapots, grocery store shopkeepers along the way, I longed for freedom more and more.

Sister Hua dreamed that I didn't pay attention to her, and hummed a little song by the windowsill by herself, her voice was very soft, which made me more and more lazy, but unfortunately, I had to go out.

Changed into a beggar's clothes, and picked himself up as a beggar through Yimeng's dresser, but for a while, looking at himself in the bronze mirror, he thought in his heart that he really only had the wrong name and not the wrong nickname, clothes, what kind of clothes to wear, like what kind of person, just like a wine glass, except for a thousand glasses not drunk, even if he died, he was as broken as a wine glass.

In fact, I haven't seen my true face for many years, and during that year at the Mountain Gate, they taught me the best disguise technique in the world.

Yimeng packed up the bed, ignored my disguise, and asked softly if she would come back at night?

I didn't answer her because I didn't know it myself.

Chengnan is the same as ever, except for some more voices talking about the death of the guy in the restaurant.

The prosperity of the imperial capital accommodates a lot of beggars, and it is very simple for beggars to hear other people's discussions, but most beggars don't have the heart to listen.

The three young men are fine!

It was Hei Wei who shot!

The shopkeeper Tian was so frightened that he closed the restaurant and went back to the countryside!

The emperor is wise! These meticulous works should be killed!

......

All the talk was about the same, nothing new, not much different from the three times I'd heard it before.

Emperor Dafeng, including all the emperors, made a policy to deal with the fine work, and killed him on the spot!

They are all trained, and it is impossible to ask anything if they catch a live mouth, because the first lesson they have to learn is how to commit suicide! After being caught a few times, no one will catch it again, kill!

The beggar's eyes are not cold, but my heart is cold, and I smile coldly.

I have been in the imperial capital for three years, and I have seen many fine works killed in the past three years, and everyone is used to it. Whether it is a fledgling empire or a standing empire, there will never be less meticulous work.

However, the newly established empire was undoubtedly the most severe time to deal with the fine work, and it was also the time when the fine work was the easiest to abscond.

The enemy of the enemy can often be used, and a small work can't compete with the organization, but what about adding an empire?

The wine glass is the fourth dead line, touching the iron ring of the tail finger, who will be next?

The daytime in early spring is particularly short, with the setting sun, a pedestrian in Xicheng lost his money bag, and Sister Hua earned another bag of silver money according to her dream.

Yimeng people are smart, and their cooking skills are also good.

I ate the food at the dinner table in small bites, and even when I drank the soup, I didn't make a sound, which was quite a bit of a lady's style. Who knows? Who knows what kind of life experience a flower sister has?

Not being able to wait for someone during the day didn't make me feel anything wrong, and the longest time I waited for a full month.

Yimeng's bath tub is very generous, but I didn't let her in, and no matter how good the disguise technique is, she is afraid of water.

Lying in the warm water, I played with the jade ring in my hand, as if I was thinking about something, and I didn't seem to think about anything, alas, this kind of involuntary feeling is really bad.

After taking a shower, it was completely dark, Yimeng sat downstairs and waited for me, smiled when she saw me come out, motioned me to go to the bedroom on the second floor, and then took a bath by herself.

The night is long, and some things are not in a hurry.

Yimeng wore her wet hair, holding a thick towel to wipe it, and was a little surprised to see me still sitting downstairs, and then handed over the towel a little mischievously and motioned for me to wipe her hair.

To be honest, I love being naughty, or rather funny. It stands to reason that people like me wouldn't have this kind of so-called taste, but I do, I'm afraid this is my biggest trouble, right?

Before framing the first launch, I once asked him what he wanted most as a detailed work.

"Immortal" I clearly remember his answer, he is a man of few words, but he also expresses the hearts of the meticulous workers most directly.

If you don't die, you can be promoted if you don't die, and once you live for a long time, you will have the opportunity to enter the upper echelons, and the upper echelons will be safe.

But what I wanted from the beginning was freedom, alas, if only I were an ordinary fine work, I often think like this, ordinary fine work will not have too many ideas, and it will not dry the hair for Sister Hua'er.

Dropping the handkerchief that was wet with hair in her hand, she patted Yimeng's little head, she shrank her head, and said a strange word, for a moment, it was very playful and beautiful.