"I thought that the National Teacher would look at me, but I didn't expect that I just sent an assassin from the Grandmaster realm......"

"Did he forget, just last night, I once opened the underground palace by myself and let half of the capital move. ”

Gu Changan is qualified to talk about all this proudly.

"I don't know. ”

"I only know how to take people's money to help people eliminate disasters. ”

"The National Teacher's Mansion raised me, so he can only do what he tells me to do. ”

Youth Road.

As he spoke, he took out two short knives from his sleeves with an expressionless face and held them with his backhand.

The two faced each other,-for-tat.

Beside him, there was a woman in the brothel of the Qinglou, looking at the railing.

looked at the two who were about to have a duel condescendingly, and his expression was a little indifferent.

The young coachman had seen it here more than once, and every time he came, he got blood all over the floor.

If you kill someone, you kill someone, can't you kill it cleanly?

The woman grumbled inwardly.

As a low-level woman in Wanqing Building, all she needs to do on weekdays is these chores, and there are no guests to pity her.

And the young man started coming here last winter.

At that time, he was still with a green face and had just entered the capital.

The first place after going to the National Teacher was here, and the first person he killed was also in this building.

It was still raining heavily, and the blood was quickly washed away.

In Wanqing Building, a little girl hesitated for a long time, but rushed over to give him a towel.

Later, every time he killed someone, she was sent to clean the scene.

Over time, he became her only guest.

The relationship between the two has gradually changed from strangeness to tacit understanding.

The little woman didn't know who he had killed this time, but the towel and bucket were ready, and he would take the corpse with him when the time came.

The towel is for wiping sweat, so she has to take a break after work, right? So she also prepared an herbal tea, which was not bitter.

He often said that life is too hard and he doesn't like to endure hardship.

Okay, this time the people below finally did it, but this time the situation seems to be different.

The short knife in the young man's hand was clenched, his body was like a ghost, and the tip of the knife was like a poisonous fang, like a poisonous python, waiting for an opportunity to devour Gu Changan at any time.

The latter's complexion did not change, the long knife started, and he slashed it directly!

The young man was instantly knocked away and smashed on top of the carriage, swaying.

Although he got up quickly, the blood at the corner of his mouth could not be hidden.

"Is the national teacher having an enmity with you or what, why did he send you to die?"

Gu Changan approached step by step, and the young man in front of him had a solemn face, and he no longer had the appearance of being a hanger before.

"The national teacher said that he would let you die. ”

"But he knows you can't kill me. ”

"I know it now, too......"

The woman on the green floor looked directly at the two people on the ground, although she couldn't see it clearly, but it seemed that the situation was not as good as before.

The person who was killed on the other side seemed to be going to kill him in turn.

The woman was a little nervous.

But it is not uncommon to have experienced this before.

On one occasion, the man he wanted to kill was secretly hiding several Assassin guards.

The battle was extremely embarrassing, the young man did not have a good piece of flesh and skin on his body, and even the bones of his right hand were shattered.

Fortunately, he had a left hand, and it was with it that the young man cut the trachea of the last enemy.

In the end, the corpse was really no longer able to take care of it, and it was the woman who endured the disgusting bloody smell and carried the corpse into the carriage for him one by one.

The two have not been together for a long time, but they are not short.

The relationship between each other has not developed to the point of children's affection, but more like two ants in the capital, snuggling up to each other in exchange for some warmth.

The woman was still fantasizing about the young man suddenly rising up and slashing the man's throat with a knife.

But it wasn't as she hoped.

The young man did not rise up, but was still beaten and bruised, and even the hand holding the short knife trembled slightly.

"You're a war book, not a killer. ”

Gu Chang'an said.

He figured it out, but the young man didn't.

The latter is accustomed to licking blood on the tip of a knife, and has the consciousness to face death at any time.

But he didn't expect that one day he would die here, as a slaughtering ground on his home turf.

The main thing is......

He knew that there was a small pair of eyes on the tall building next to him, staring at the battle, as the only spectator on the battlefield.

The young man also knew that he could die, and that it was not a pity to die.

The death of a horseman in the capital is no bigger than stepping on an ant.

"What's your name? When you die, if no one erects a monument to you, I can ask my men to bury you. ”

Gu Chang'an said.

In the end, they are all poor people, but this kind of poor person who is a sword is still more cute when he dies.

"No...... Someone erected a monument for me. ”

With a little strength, the young man looked up at the top of the green building, although he couldn't see anything, but he felt inexplicably at ease.

"That's fine. In fact, as a letter of war, whether I kill you or not, you have already achieved your goal, but you don't like others to kill me and still be alive. ”

"People always have to pay for certain choices they make, don't they?"

Gu Changan said, and the true qi beside him was vividly displayed, giving the young man the last trace of despair.

If you had known that this was the case......

The young man thought about it for a while, and stopped thinking a little weakly.

Even if he had known this, he had to rush up like a moth to a flame.

He is a knife, even if there is a ridge in front of him, he knows that he will cut through it.

Regardless of the consequences, this is the sad thing about the human sword.

The woman on top of the green building opened her small mouth that was a little stunned, covered it with one hand, and tried not to scream.

In her eyes, she reflected the only guest she had once relied on downstairs, who had been beheaded with a knife.

The smell of blood was pervasive, and the smell seemed to be no different from the usual dead people.

Gu Changan glanced up.

Just because a young man can't see it doesn't mean he can't see it.

The woman had been looking up from the beginning of the battle, and until now, she had finally closed her eyes in pain.

Gu Changan left the place with an expressionless face.

The carriage and the maroon horse, accustomed to the smell of blood, were left in place.

The young man seemed to have forgotten to give the horse water in the morning, his rough tongue licking the blood from the ground, draining the last vestiges of value that his former master could bring him.

The woman ran down like crazy, fell down the stairs several times, and finally reached the path, dressed in a disheveled dress and with loose hair.

His bloodshot eyes stared at him, more like a ghost than a young man.

She just ran.

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