The summer rain always comes unexpectedly, one moment the sun is shining, the next moment the clouds cover the top, and the rain pours.

The raindrops the size of beans are like crisp beads, falling on the tiles, ticking into a piece, flowing down the gap, and hanging under the eaves to form a rain curtain.

A promenade.

"In this situation, I want to recite a poem. ”

A man in white stopped under the rain curtain, looking at the flowers scattered by the heavy rain outside the fence, and said with timely feelings.

"Childe, please groan. ”

Next to the man in white was a thin little old man, with a slight wrinkle at the corner of his eyebrows, and his smile was even more obvious, making his originally solemn face a little more kind out of thin air.

He may be a happy grandfather.

"Ahem......"

The man in white cleared his throat and began to chant to the rain:

"The rain is so heavy,

Flowers, it's so miserable,

I'm so idle,

Oh my God, I won't!"

Bang Bang Bang !!

Sincere and unpretentious applause came.

"Good poetry, good poetry, Gongzi is worthy of being a natural literary and opera star, this kind of talent can only be heard in the sky, how can I see it a few times in the world. ”

The little old man's face was extremely natural and flattering, without a trace of reluctance.

"Eh, Comrade Lao Qiu, you have to be modest, you just need to know the things that are outstanding in my son's writing, and I don't need to publicize it all over the world.

However, the eyes of the masses are bright, and sooner or later they will find out that I am excellent. ”

The righteous words on the face of the man in white almost believed himself.

"Gross!"

"I can't stand it!"

"The crowd will only find you when they are blind!"

"Die to the old lady!"

A piercing scream came.

Then.

Disheveled!

A large hole was broken in the bricks, and a red robe fell down.

The three-foot Qingfeng turned into a deadly weapon, and the thick Gang Qi was condensed at one point, which could break gold and jade.

This sword has twenty years of skill!

At the same time, seven men in black with stainless steel umbrellas burst out of the rain.

Because the speed was too fast, all the raindrops along the way were smashed and vaporized, and the mist formed carried a long white snake behind them, hazy and full of beauty.

Under the hat, the cold faces were full of murderous aura.

Their feet were on the bluestone floor, and the small sunken pit splashed with water, and the rattling sound drowned out the sound of their knives drawn from the handle of the umbrella.

The handle of the long knife, the blade is cold, and the water is fierce.

One is positive and one is strange, one is bright and one is dark, and the killing machine is coming in an instant.

"Stay alive. ”

Facing the two killers, the man in white leaned against the railing of the corridor, yawned, and said lazily.

There was not the slightest emotion on his face, and he didn't seem to be at all close to the killing intent in his eyes.

The girl in red with the sword couldn't help but be angry.

She's a killer!

When ordinary people saw her, even if they were not frightened and screamed, they would tremble a little to show respect for the killer.

But what is this little white face in white doing?

He's yawning?!

Is it appropriate to yawn in such a serious, tense moment?

Can't you just call for help first?

Don't call it, right, the old lady will make you can't call it anymore!

So the true qi in her body vomited again, and above the sword blade, which had reached the limit of power, it stimulated a three-inch sword gang.

This sword,

The strength of breastfeeding!

But in the blink of an eye, Jian Gang was already approaching three feet in front of the white-clothed man.

With just one more step, her sword could pierce into the throat of this golden and jade defeated son.

It's accurate and fast.

Blood will explode like fireworks.

She seemed to have seen the disbelief in the eyes of the man in white.

A triumphant smile began to appear on her face.

And then......

"Okay childe. ”

A faint answer came from the red-clad killer's ear, and then she felt like she had hit a mountain, a mountain with no top in sight.

Qingfeng was in front, but he was lightly caught by two fingers.

The red-clothed killer moved her wrist and tried to turn her sword to cut off the two fingers, but she found that her sword seemed to be caught in a vice, unable to move.

Even the original surging true qi seemed to have hit the copper wall and returned directly.

Between one in and one out, the meridians of the whole body seem to enjoy a negative distance limit press, and the taste is extraordinarily sour.

For a while, she couldn't exert half of her strength.

"Let go!"

With a low shout, the girl in red's eardrums shook, like being struck by lightning, and her body froze directly on the spot.

So she could only watch as the little old man, who seemed to be able to blow down with a gust of wind, slowly and methodically took her sword.

Then he folded it lightly and gave it away.

The three-foot-long sword turned into seven fragments, divided into seven directions, like a meteor rushing through the rain curtain.

Puff puff puff!!

The sound of piercing sounded almost simultaneously.

The girl in red turned her head stiffly.

I saw a fist-sized hole in the chest of the seven black-clothed killers who were still murderous just now, and through the hole, you could also see a gorgeous little flower in the corner of the courtyard crumbling in the rain.

Poof!

Seven bodies fell.

No one knows that these seven people are the killer group that has become famous in the rivers and lakes in recent years-the Seven Evils.

When a person dies, all fame is gone.

No matter how many famous masters they have ever assassinated, if they fail once, they will all die.

The red-clothed killer knows the Seven Evils.

for they are in a company.

A mysterious financier gathers them together to assassinate a young man who is playing in this summer resort.

The bounty is extremely generous, as long as you succeed this time, you will never have to live this life of licking blood from a knife for the rest of your life.

So here she is.

"They gave us false information, who the hell are you?!

The Red-Clad Killer remembered the information he had gotten.

The son of a rich merchant, an old servant?

It's all bullshit!

They are more fierce than Hades!

"Yo he, it's obvious that you came to kill my son, why do you look more wronged than me?"

The boy in white spoke in a playful tone, looked at the pretty delicate face of the red-clothed killer, and smiled slightly.

Not every female killer is a beauty.

In the past few years, the beauty has long been protected by the licking dogs, so how can she come out to do such a dangerous job as a killer.

"Give you a chance to tell me who is behind it?"

The Killer in Red fell silent.

She didn't want to die.

She looked at the boy in white, with an extremely handsome face, her eyes were expressive, and she had a lazy and gentle smile on her face at any time.

If she met him on the street, she wouldn't mind taking him home and having a good time, and would even give him ten taels of silver for the journey.

But it was these eyes that choked on all her words of begging for mercy.

"Tell me who you are, and I'll tell you who your employer is. ”

She just wanted an answer before she died.

"Yes. ”

The man in white agreed happily.

"The man who hired us here is a very famous broker in the city, who is dedicated to serving the big people in Kyoto, and his name is Dumb.

Find him, and you will know who is going to kill you. ”

The red-clad killer said.

"Oh. ”

The man in white nodded noncommittally, then looked out of the corridor, and suddenly said:

"The rain stopped. ”

"Huh?"

The red-clothed killer was stunned for a moment, and then felt that his consciousness was rapidly disappearing, like a drowning person, sinking little by little.

"My name is Jiang Ping, some people call me a ghost, and two years ago, some people called me Jianjun, but it's just a false name. ”

The lazy voice of the man in white seemed to come from outside the sky.

Jiang Ping?

The martial arts genius known as a once-in-a-century encounter.

A vague portrait flashed through the mind of the red-clothed killer, who was wearing a silver mask.

His name is also Jiang Ping, the son-in-law of the director of the Divine Capture Division, the Divine Eagle Tie Ao.

The ghosts on the rivers and lakes are frightened.