People are always eager to embark on the journey home.

Especially when you are about to leave and your life is short.

Boundless longs to make her way home, she knows she is dying, and she has brushed shoulders with death countless times in her past assassination career, but she has never felt this way.

This time, she felt that she really had to explain to this place.

Western Xinjiang, the farthest country from the Eastern Dynasty.

Tearing off the black night clothes, revealing the moon-white shirt inside, a black hair wrapped in the same moon-white hood, and disappeared into the vast sea of snow.

The wind and snow were very strong, she was injured, a blood-colored peony bloomed on her chest, quietly spreading, her left foot was slightly dragged on the ground, one deep and one shallow, leaving a bright red blood stain on the snow, so beautiful that it was like a thread in the hands of the old man, and at this moment, it was more like a soul chasing chain that black and white impermanence came to ask for his life.

Luckily, the wind and snow were really heavy and drowned out all traces in an instant.

Including the way home.

Three months ago, she received an order.

Xiyan, the king of Western Xinjiang.

These five words were enough for her to leave the Eastern Dynasty at night and go to this land that she had never set foot in.

It took two months to infiltrate the palace of Western Xinjiang, find out the terrain of the palace, familiarize yourself with the rules of Xiyan's night stay, master the patrol time of the escort team, and find the most perfect way and time to assassinate.

Poisoning.

All the diets of Xiyan have silver needles and special people to test the poison, a deadly poison is often easy to detect, and the colorless, tasteless poison that is not detected by the silver needle and will not cause the immediate death of the tester often takes time.

For a year, two years, or even ten years, it would take her a long time to spend a long time in the palace of a different king, so that the medicinal properties could accumulate enough to kill a person, and it looked like she was getting weaker and sicker for a long time.

And time is often the most precious thing.

Even if she could wait, the man wouldn't wait.

Close quarters assassination.

She can create opportunities to get in close contact with Xiyan and take advantage of her unpreparedness, but every prince in Western Xinjiang has practiced martial arts since childhood, and all martial arts are exquisite, and the eldest prince Xiyan is even better at hand-to-hand combat, and she may not be able to succeed in one blow, even if she succeeds in one blow, it is often difficult to get out of close-quarters assassination, and it is easy to burn jade, and the killer has the consciousness of dying, but he cannot have the determination to die.

It's not the best option.

Eventually, she chose to shoot from a distance.

In a hidden location, end his life with a poisoned needle.

Then use the best disguise to escape into the night and disappear without a trace.

That night, she perfectly avoided the patrol route of the escort team, and crawled in the spot that had been surveyed a long time ago.

The candle flame cut out Xi Yan's figure on the window sill in the distance, and she held her breath and blew the needle.

With a bang, the arrow feathers pierced the night and broke through the wind.

She hasn't made a move yet!

Even if she was preoccupied with the goal, her training since she was a child allowed her to see and listen to all directions, and she turned sideways with a sharp rope, and the arrow was nailed to the rockery on her side, and even the tail feathers did not enter the stone.

Slow a little slower, and the arrow will pierce her heart.

The sound of the arrow alarmed the patrolling escorts, and the well-trained escorts immediately followed.

The matter has been revealed, boundless and unintentional, one turned and disappeared into the darkness, and at the moment of turning back, she glanced at the direction where the arrow feathers were shooting, and at some point, there was a black figure standing on the eaves in the distance, the corners of his clothes were flying, and his body exuded a fierce and incomparable atmosphere.

She has excellent eyesight, because she chose a moonless night, she can't see her body and appearance clearly.

But she knew he was about to shoot a second arrow with a bow and string.

It was the first time she had seen him.

Meet on the battleground.

Boundless kills fast and runs fast.

But the man's arrows seemed to be faster, following closely behind.

She didn't know that there were such masters hidden in this palace.

He misses her, but his arrows point the way for the convoy.

Western Xinjiang is still martial, and the escort team is not vegetarian, and immediately encircled and suppressed the future, no matter how good Wujiang is, it can't withstand the encirclement and suppression of so many people.

"Caught alive."

The sound of the eaves was heard clearly through the wind to the ears of each of the guards, and the clear and handsome were mixed with blades.

"Yes!"

The domestic killer was never captured alive, and either escaped alive or died.

Wujiang followed the sound and didn't throw out a hidden weapon, and with a "zheng" sound, the hidden weapon hit the arrow on the side, and the arrow grazed his hair and shot into the distance.

She threw a smoke bomb, and at the same time, she jumped into the bamboo forest and disappeared into the back mountain with a scream.

There are more and more people chasing, showing a trend of encirclement, Wujiang came to the edge of the cliff, the escort gradually approached, she turned around, faced the bamboo forest, a little between her feet, and jumped into the cliff behind her.

One of the killer rules: Don't leave your back to the enemy.

At the moment of turning around, another arrow feather of "Zheng" broke through the air, flipped his hand without borders, and the short dagger appeared at a glance, and fell sideways. The strength is not exhausted, and the cut arrow is followed by an arrow, end to end, and it is a continuous double feather arrow! Shoot too fast! There was only one sound!

She immediately reversed her right hand, and held the arrow body with silk gloves, but she didn't want the double-feather arrow to castrate and be so urgent, the force was so fierce, the injured right arm three months ago had not healed, and she couldn't stop it for a while, the arrow passed through the five fingers, broke the bronze mirror on the chest, and pierced the heart.

"Your Highness?" One of the leading guards beside the man in black asked.

"Down the cliff." In just two words, the people around him knew it, and quickly prepared the cliff rope and went down the cliff to find people.

To live to see a man and to die to see a corpse.

Western Xinjiang is not a place where anyone can set foot at will.

Wujiang fell rapidly, threw out the soul hook lock on her waist and nailed it into the crack of the cliff, and with a force, she hit the cliff wall, she broke the body of the arrow, and the tip of the arrow remained in the flesh, deviating from the heart by a point.

Fortunately, it is not poisonous.

With the help of strange rocks and dead vines protruding from the wall, Wujiang quickly slid to the bottom of the cliff, like a cunning gecko.

The man once praised her, and no one in the world could catch up with her, unless she deliberately let people catch her.

She is very good, if she is an ordinary person, I am afraid that she will not be able to go down this cliff.

In the winter of December, the sky began to snow, and the snow was majestic and overwhelming.

Immediately a thick snow accumulated under his feet, and with it came a pair of green eyes that glowed in the dark night and a mournful, desolate and creepy wolf howl.

She clenched her dagger tightly, her eyes shining slightly in the snow.

The convoy descended the cliff, and the snow was falling vigorously, covering all the blood and footprints, and they did not know where to go.

A wolf howl could be heard in the distance. He swept away at the sound.

"Keep up with all of them." The leading guard beside him raised his arms and shouted.

On the ground was the corpse of a wolf, the blade cut through the belly, cut the throat, the knife was sharp and fast, the knife was deadly, fast and ruthless, the blood was still hot, but the wound faintly revealed a little strange.

"Twenty-four." Guards report.

He suddenly wanted to go head-to-head with him.

Able to dodge his cloud-piercing arrows, he was besieged by the most powerful guards in Western Xinjiang and was able to break through and escape to the back mountain, and his continuous double-feathered arrows actually fell off the cliff safely, and then killed twenty-four jackals, and finally disappeared without a trace.

With such skills and such will, it is enough to be admired.

Even a killer who wanted to assassinate his brother.

"Your Highness, it's not good, it's going to be an avalanche." The lead guard said, his voice full of worry.

As soon as the words fell, the feet began to shake, and the snow-capped mountains shook in the distance.

They knew that the avalanche was so powerful that the earth shook and the mountains were shaking, and the whole army of Beizhou was buried in the snowy mountains in the past, and there was no return.

"Go back." He raised his hand, and the wind and snow filled his sleeves.

"Yes."

He suddenly felt a little pity, it was a pity that he couldn't fight head-on, and it was a pity that he couldn't catch him and ask the mastermind, and it was a pity that such a killer was going to be buried here, and his bones were hard to find.

Maybe that's okay, life is harder than death.

This world is like this, life and death are not common.

The surroundings gradually quieted down, and a snow bag slowly bulged out around the scattered wolf corpses, and a person came out of it.

She struggled to get up, her left foot was bitten by a wolf, her teeth were digging deep into the bone, and her clothes were soaked from hiding in the snow, and they were frozen and cold.

After killing the last wolf, Wujiang heard the sound of them approaching, and the snowfield was vast and unobstructed. She immediately cut out a snow pit and lay down, covering herself with the snow around her, and the snow fell heavily, immediately covering the original traces.

The tip of the arrow in his chest moved a point towards his heart because of the fierce fight just now, and he could rub his heart, blood gushed out in large patches, and the snow was also stained red, but fortunately, they thought it was wolf blood.

The man who had been chasing her, whom they called His Highness, stood by her side and gave orders.

They said there was going to be an avalanche.

She had to find a place to withstand the blizzard, she walked with difficulty, but the snow was so vast that there was no way to avoid it.

The clothes on her body were frozen into cubes, and the arrows on her chest were against her heart, and she could even feel its sharp coldness, she was cold and had no strength.

Blood began to flow out of his mouth, winding through the corners of his mouth and falling onto the snow.

The earth shook violently again, and his left foot became unsteady and fell to the ground, facing east.

She saw the hunting boom in the East, it was the huge wedding of the prince of the Eastern Dynasty and the princess of the Southern Kingdom, and the torch burned for nine days and nine nights, never extinguished.

Time begins to turn backwards.

She returned to the cliff, she was in the Eastern Dynasty, she had not yet received the secret letter of assassination, and the ink that had fainted on the rice paper was still condensed at the end of the pen.

One by one, she resurrected the people she had killed for him, and her knife was unsheathed again and again.

The boiling water calms down again, and the boiled tea leaves put away their feathers.

Rouge left his cheeks, and the ink did not stain his eyebrows.

She was still a ragged and scarred little bird.

He stretched out his hand and said, "Come home with me."

Memories are flooding.

The snow was surging behind him.

She smiled, her eyes shining with fire.

It's all back to you, so be it.