The smoke and dust scattered.

Ordinary flying flowers and floating leaves can penetrate the trunk of the tree after being blessed by the mane, not to mention the short arrows engraved with runes, which are shot in a short time with dozens of crossbows. The wall facing the outside of the room had suddenly cracked open, and the nearby wooden tables, chairs, and beds had been shattered, and the metal frames had broken and twisted.

The young man was on the top floor, and the downstairs room was unfortunately affected by such a dense crowd, and a pair of sleeping guests on the big bed didn't even have time to react, and died on the spot. The fairy law is universal, and some low-end clever use has been integrated into the folk. The room of the inn is naturally considered to be soundproof, once the doors and windows are closed, it is difficult to have noise in and out, so the young man sat on the windowsill and sang a few nights ago and was not beaten. At this time, it became the reason why the person in the bed had no time to dodge.

The room was silent.

The thirty or so shadows outside the window were also silent.

The string controller holding the repeater silently dismantled the empty arrow magazine, received it behind his back, took out the new box from behind his waist to replace it, and took aim.

Shadows flickered in the moonlit smoke, and something was thrown out to shatter the broken wall on the other side of the room and pierce through the walls and windows across the hallway. As a result, it was blocked for a moment by the invisible thin line over there, and the bullet rolled back into place and disappeared into the dark smoke.

The crossbowman outside the house immediately pulled the string, and fired another long shot towards the place where the black shadow had disappeared. Fortunately, in order to enter the city smoothly, all the sleeve crossbows that are convenient to hide are far inferior to standard military repeaters in power and arrows.

The chirp buzzed for a moment, and when the arrow curtain disappeared again, there was nothing to be seen in the room.

In the depths of the dark shadows, a young man shouted, "Are the shutters really willing to do anything to me?"

The first answer to him was two single shots.

After hearing the young man scolding his mother again, the maid led by him spoke leisurely: "Without the words from above, how dare we do it." There are a lot of gentlemen, and you should know that inviting Mr. to die is purely official business, and there is no personal grudge. ”

When she said the last few words, the maid smiled so unhappily.

"I don't have a personal grudge against your uncle!" the voice of the black shadow in the room changed its position again, "You are Meng Xiaodong's apprentice at first glance, and you can smell him for the first time when I see you during the day." ”

"It's just that he robbed his business a few times, and this old boy holds a grudge like this? ”

"Official business," the maid smacked her lips, "Mr. Gu, it's not interesting for you to think like this." ”

"Sir used to rely on his outstanding achievements, pampered and arrogant, and did not take us ordinary people in his eyes. The roller shutters up and down, from the wind and rain to our beads, have all received the grace of Mr. Previously, there was no one in the shutter who could compare to Mr. Gu, and some big customers only appreciated your craftsmanship, so we little minions will endure any sound, laughter and scolding are all rewards, and thunder and rain are all heavenly graces. Sabotaging us is to carry out, beating and scolding when we meet is a test, and robbing our business is to teach and do things. It's just that feng shui takes turns, and now our four generations of roller shutter people, but no longer only Mr. Gu's outstanding grades, but also Mr. Begonia, everything is afraid of comparison, don't you say, with such a person who doesn't hit the peak, and doesn't disobey orders, kills people and does things without shaking their wit, and the sky can see pity and not oppress our disciples below, and they also have a good hand and haven't gone wrong, and the colleagues who complete the task quickly are against the background, and you think about your tricks all day long, and don't obey the support from above, but it's not so likable. ”

The young man surnamed Gu said in a tone full of disgust, "It's really because of him." That's a nerd, who does things in a mess, and kills people and fakes accidents. Is that called craftsmanship? It can be inferred from the means that he has bad taste to death, and he himself may be an ugly bastard. I can't like such a person in my life. ”

"It doesn't matter if you like it or not, anyway, the top likes it, the customers like it, and we like it too. The above has hinted to you several times, and you are also very direct, directly brushing the face of that wind and rain. In this comparison, you are even less likable, so you have to die. Then please Mr. Gu die. ”

There was silence in the room for a moment, as if thinking about whether to really cooperate, and slowly asked, "What about Xue Ziyu, how is he?"

"Don't worry, he's alive and well. It is very clear from the above, you are you, and Mr. Ziyu is Mr. Ziyu. ”

The maid paused, but decided to tell the truth, "Before coming, Lord Fengyu Shi said that the best way to deal with you is not to play tricks with you." I guess I can't fool you, so I also know the truth, this time, Xue Xiaojiu didn't participate in it. ”

The young man asked a question that didn't seem to be next to each other, "This commission itself is a bureau, so is the Feng family's expenses counted?"

The maid who had always been a little sneering also put away his color and replied seriously: "The money will not be less, and it will naturally be allocated to your Zhongshan account." ”

What the maid said was an unwritten rule for a killer. This is a high-risk profession, and it is not necessary to retire every time you kill someone, and if the person concerned leaves safely, everything will be fine. Once the murder is successful, regardless of whether the expatriate killer survives or not, the predetermined amount must still be paid to the killer's account in accordance with the rules, and then the killer's contact person will complete various instructions according to his wishes. Even if there is no specific plan or no contact, the fee due to the client must be transferred to the killer as it is.

This is the ancient business of keeping assassins from domestic slaves who were born from various families, and then finally separated from the family to exist alone, and the iron rules maintained by generations of killer ancestors with their lives for thousands of years.

It's just that this time the situation is special, the people succeeded, and the customers behind the scenes also paid, but the organization changed, and the customers were a little uneasy.

Can't get along with money.

In the shutter man, the identity of this liaison is also called the alcohol consumer, which means "strong sleep does not kill the alcohol", and is responsible for contacting the killer on weekdays, handling and coordinating the relationship with the customer. Each roller shutter can give the drinker a life and soul box, and once he dies, the box will be opened or destroyed by himself according to a little memory before death, to decide whether the information in the box is retained. Therefore, the real shutter man and the alcohol consumer are very close relationships, and some killers are not necessarily willing to hand over their life boxes after wandering for half their lives.

The voice upstairs began to chatter, "The canary I asked Xue Ziyu to feed, none of you have a bad idea, right?"

The maid looked up and shouted, "I haven't seen it." ”

The young man asked, "What about the pot of Suguan Lotus I raised?"

The maid turned her head and glanced at the lady behind her, looking at each other.

This guy really has ping pong in his head.

The young man in the dark nodded, "Then I don't have anything more to ask." ”

So a figure stood up and stomped on the floor. The figure did not stop, piercing through five floors one after another, falling straight down, until it landed on the first floor, and there was a huge earthquake.

The building was crumbling, and the inn's silence formation was shattered.

Finally people in the other rooms were awakened, and there was a commotion. Some people have already noticed it and are silent, while others are insensitive. In the midst of the chaos, some Jianghu martial artists pushed the window and scolded, calling the troublemakers to come out and die.

The woman with the basket behind the maid whispered, "The shutter man is on business." ”

Takeo slammed the window shut.

In the distance of the building, something was pulled in the air, and a large black scythe appeared for no reason, slashing at the place in front of it, and the air was twisted with a creaking sound.

Many talismans were pulled out of the void in dense clusters, centered on the scythe slash, and spontaneously combusted without wind.

Behind the crowd on the roof, a tall man with his eyes closed vomited blood. A woman was dragged unsteadily, almost torn over, and stepped on the roof tiles with a look of anxiety.

His own crossbowman shoots runic arrows at the scythe. The items to be carried are limited, and the short arrows used for large-scale kills have been exhausted, and they have been replaced with more lethal long arrows.

The scythe vanished, and before leaving, something in the air was broken. The woman also snorted in pain, her eyes turned blood-red, but her hands did not stop, and her fingers were in various postures one after another, re-weaving and repairing the invisible silk thread formations scattered all around.

The runic arrow hit the air, but it still exploded, breaking through a huge gap in the courtyard wall.

The Pearl Springs Inn is nominally an inn, but in fact, the backyard alone covers a wide area, and it is already a small garden. The second floor along the street in front is just a façade, and the six-story building behind the façade is considered to be used by residents, and it only receives some ordinary guests who come and go in a hurry. Of course, it is also divided into different types such as heaven and earth Xuanhuang, and young people live in the Tianzi room with excellent scenery and wide vision.

There are different courtyards of all sizes in the back, which are located in the winding garden, connected by spring paths, and are equipped with various fireproof, anti-peeping and anti-theft small formations. Distinguished guests who really have status are unwilling to crowd in the front building with people, and they will choose this kind of private and better single-family courtyard when traveling in other places, so as to truly show their identity. Some of the business and travel gentry who often come and go to Linzi do not go to the main entrance of the inn in front of the inn when they check in, they only make an appointment with the inn in advance, and enter directly through the side gate of the garden on another street after entering the city.

And some of the small courtyards are close to the derivation of the spiritual veins of the spring below, full of aura, suitable for cultivation, and are locked by the innkeeper in a formation, specially entertaining the immortals on the mountain. Of course, the lodging is also expensive, and no matter how much yellow and white money is given, it can't come in, so only the green money on the mountain is collected. Even so, such yards are still in short supply.

For people in different circles, the residents of the front building are not aware of the existence of the back garden. Many ordinary guests in the courtyard did not know the existence of the fairy courtyard.

The difference in identity is often the difference in perception in the first place.

Information asymmetry is the real asymmetry.

In a courtyard in a garden behind, a middle-aged man with a round face stood in front of the window, watching the movement in the distance through the closed window, shook his head, and leaned his cane back in front of the bed.

At the corner of the garden, an innkeeper with a lantern and a quick walk along the garden path towards the front yard inn that seemed to be as usual and slightly shadowy.

Gasp.

When he was walking briskly, a tall and thin figure appeared on the stone bridge in front of him, his back shrouded in the shadow of the bamboo, and he looked at the front building from afar with his hands.

The guy who noticed something strange stopped, raised a lantern to probe his face, and then called, "Shopkeeper?"

The figure on the bridge did not turn around, but only said two words, "Go back." ”

The guy immediately nodded "hey". He turned around and walked, staggering a little on his feet, and then immediately picking up speed. Ran back to his room, extinguished the lantern, and closed the door neatly.

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On the roof behind the building in the front yard, the woman who controlled the invisible silk thread had already stood firm, simply no longer hidden, shook her sleeves, threw out a jade plate full of fine holes and hung it in front of her, and tried her best to "hang the silk" to repair the silk thread.

The man who vomited blood had also calmed down, and raised his hand one after another to shoot out more than a dozen talismans to strengthen the hidden formation that had just been burned. Only then did he straddle the roof ridge, and had the strength to wipe his blood-stained goatee.

Another round-faced talisman took out a stack of silver light tracers from his arms, uncovered the talisman gall and sprinkled it in the air. The rune paper fluttered and slowly spread all around, slowly glowing with fluorescence, not dazzling, but illuminating the surrounding environment in detail.

Finally, behind a large tree in the courtyard, the figure of the young man was blurred.

The crossbowmen fired their arrows one after another, and the young men stepped one after another, avoiding the arrows each time, and the crossbow arrows that shot in the air blew deep pits on the ground.

The young man jumped and dodged as he approached the maid and the tall woman, and then, impatiently attacking the arrows, waved the box in his hand like flies, and several arrows that should have been shot elsewhere were sucked through the box at the same time, making a sound of gold and stone, and they were powerless to bounce off.

The young man surnamed Gu walked to the middle of the courtyard and stood still, and asked the maid, "Are you annoying?"

The fat woman with the basket waved her hand upward, the crossbowman stopped firing the crossbow, the people on the ridge scattered, and the warriors fell to the ground, surrounding the young men. The rest of the people, some of them moved to the roofs of the courtyard walls on all sides and occupied high places. Some stayed in place, protecting the Talisman and Array Divisions.

There were dozens of people in front of him.

There were crossbowmen and swordsmen aiming at the fence, and there were silk lines outside the courtyard to block it, so it was impossible to evacuate quickly.

The young man looked around, "First the formation method quietly besieged, and then the crossbow bombardment, all of them are left over from my play, it's too uninspiring." Do you know that the standards for these multi-person siege and killing games are actually set by me? When those old men who only knew how to rely on the realm to suppress people and didn't know what skills were, came to me to beg me to change the textbooks, some of you were afraid that even the master who taught him basic skills since childhood belonged to the shutter people, and they still wanted to use these methods to stop me?"

Turning his head to look at the maid, "Everyone is a shutter person, and there is a bit of dignity of a shutter person." Tell me, who do you want to send first? ”

The maid smiled and shook her head, "Kill others, one to several." Kill you, we don't dare. Customer, you still save your careful thoughts, Lord Fengyu Shi specially instructed to deal with you, just don't play tricks, honestly according to the method you wrote in the booklet back then, and besiege you head-on. The simpler and more straightforward, the less chance it will give you. Anyway, you thought about the bugs for us many years ago. My lord said, if you get away with it because of my own cleverness, I will bear the responsibility. So customers, please die quickly, we're busy. ”

The maid whistled, and the people who were originally ambushed in the shadows also appeared, and there were more than a dozen people on the roof of the courtyard wall.

More than 30 people became more than 50 people.

The young customer sighed, this little girl.

He slammed the box to the ground vertically, and the door opened slightly, cracking into the mud. I didn't see how to move, so I took out two short sickles from the box, held the sickle in one hand and pointed at the maid from a distance across the human wall, and the other sickle was on my shoulder, and shouted, "How useful are people? With your group of beads, you dare to besiege and kill me as a gold medal shutter man? You dare to try? Try and die!"

Heroic and dry.

The human wall is unmoved.

The maid was blocked behind the human wall and could not see her face, only the voice "Useful." Okay, just try it. ”

The crowd was surging, and I didn't know who would strike first. There are martial artists in armor who bully themselves silently and punch hard, advancing and retreating before and after each other without interfering with each other, there are strong crossbows pumping cold shots, there are swordsmen rising up with swordsmen, and flying swords are interspersed in the air and in the fists and feet of martial artists.

Even if they had not been specially trained, there was only continuous offensive and mutual feints and cover-ups, and there was no crowding or mutual restraint in the slightest.

Dozens of people are just the lowest string of beads.

The tip of the iceberg for the Roller Shutters.

The young man held the scythe in both hands, and under this dense attack, surrounded the box, parryed and dodged, and rushed left and right. There is still the strength to comment on the incoming offensive, this leg is weak, this fist only has brute force, this flying sword is too weak to swing, and the golden ring is too slow, too slow.

The words are good, but the magic robe on his body has exploded several times with amazing sounds.

But he also used a scythe to cut off the wrists of a martial artist, and shredded a belt that walked close to the ground and tried to snatch up from behind him.

On the side of the people on the upper floor, one east and one west, a woman and a bearded old man made movements at the same time.

The woman threw out a branch of flowers and landed at the bottom of the small building, and the woman silently recited a sentence: "When there is no need to be melancholy and resentful, the wind falls crimson, and the green leaves become yin and full of branches." "The flower branch instantly grew into a small hibiscus tree, the branches and leaves were swaying, and a cluster of delicate hibiscus flowers bloomed, fragrant and fragrant, the hibiscus tree was half a zhang high, and the shade covered half of the small courtyard.

The old man quickly pinched the trick with both hands, recited the incantation silently, stomped heavily on the wall he was standing on, the palms of his hands against each other, the ten fingers were staggered, and the brilliant brilliance bloomed from between the fingers, the old man put his thumb against his heart, and pointed to the customers in the crowd with a small thumb, when the old man pinched the trick, there was a bright red fire lingering all over the body, and the needle was open, like an ancient demon court god wearing a red robe, his forehead was covered with scarlet seals, and he shouted angrily: "Jin Wu Huanghuang, He Yao Mingtang!"

From the wall under the old man's feet to the void between the courtyard and the air, like the air on a hot pot, twisting and changing, suddenly smoke rises, and then from it flies out of which a golden crow flies, and the crows drag the billowing flames and quickly pounce on the customers.

The floor of the courtyard suddenly cracked, revealing countless churning roots of flowers and trees, wrapped around the young man's waist and abdomen.

The many martial arts and magic weapons surrounding the customers cooperated with the rapid evasion.

But the customer directly reached out and grabbed a slower martial artist, grabbed his neck and hugged him in front of him. This martial artist just hit the customer in the back two times in succession, relying on his solid physical foundation to deliberately dodge a little late, so that the customer has no time to react, this will be this soft and weak little white face between the neck, but he can't shake it away.

The customer raised his leg and kicked the suitcase on the side, and two small glass lions fell out of the slightly open door of the box, the lion shook his head and turned into shape, colliding with the golden crow on both sides, and dozens of golden crows were instantly devoured by the two blue lions, although the golden crow was swallowed, the belly flickered from time to time. The young man hooked a flying sword that was still flying around him, and threw it at the blue lion, exploding.

The jade lion and fire black were all gone, the body was shattered, and the glass body was returned to the glass body. The roots of the tree in the young man's chest and abdomen were shattered inch by inch. The flying sword that bore the brunt of the attack and the martial artist who stood in front of him were not spared, the flying sword exploded to smithereens, and the martial artist was roasted into charcoal, becoming the third person to die tonight.

The owner of the flying sword in the distance was like a heavy hammer, his pores were bleeding, and his whole body was soft and slipped.

The customer who fell back into the scuffle continued to scoff: "Your method of evoking the gods does not match the internal knocking and breathing walking route at all. You little miscellaneous cultivator, I'm afraid you don't know what the four words 'He Yao Mingtang' mean, right? ”

The old man on the wall was not discouraged when he was broken by the customer and killed a companion by mistake, but when the young man was dealing with the fighting next to him and the babbling words in his mouth, he changed another mudra. The hands clenched into fists, slammed together, the feet flashed and moved on the wall without falling, the scarlet ancient seal on the forehead disappeared, and turned to the fish and insect patterns on the arms, and the scroll of painting scrolls carried behind him untied the tie and flew up, and there were thunder beads of electric light around them that were born out of thin air, circling and circling.

In the end, the two fists were separated, and the fist of the right hand was pounded three times from top to bottom from his chest, heart and abdomen, and the aura of the three qi houses was agitated, and the palm of the other hand was to the sky, shouting, "Everything is out of shock, bulging belly, thunder is moving, it is the stinging insect that runs away!"

"Punish the villain!"

The clear night sky was obscured by dark clouds that had grown at some point nearby, and a snow-white thunderbolt appeared out of thin air, falling straight down the air and slashing over the heads of the customers in the crowd.

The close-quarters martial artists who surrounded the customers changed their faces greatly, secretly scolding the old man for cheating on his father, and dodged one after another.

The customer's figure disappeared in place, but the lightning bolt did not dissipate, but followed the customer's figure as a maggot on the tarsal bone that appeared around the courtyard. After dodging for a few breaths, the thunder and lightning still did not stop, the young man put away his idle demeanor, and his figure stopped next to the box, and a small snow-white light shot out from the box, leading away the thunder instead of the young man's body.

The light was a silver cone, which walked close to the ground, pierced into the sky-shading tree on the side, and carried the heavenly thunder all the way up the tree, and finally pierced through the top of the tree, and pierced into the dark clouds at the beginning of the thunder and lightning. There was a thunderstorm, the dark clouds and the painting scroll behind the old man collapsed at the same time, the flowers and trees were burned, and the old man fell from the wall.

The young man laughed.

The maid, who was always outside the crowd, kept her eyes locked on the customer, and finally spoke: "Please sword." The tall woman behind her answered, and lifted the covered bamboo basket that she had been carrying on her arm.

The cold light overflowed, and the sword in the basket was forty-five.

They are named Cao Xing, Green Sideburns, and Wax Moon. Dusk beans, Wan Yu, book with grass, fireworks and fireworks. Wu cattle, white rhinos, mountain deer, Fu bear, Jin ointment, ruler iron, and green worms. Returning at the end of the day, returning at night, worrying about the eyes, winter rain, small hiding, late night, early pedestrians. Fit clothes, tired and lying, listen to the sky and water, Russian, delicacies, annoyance, hatred to marry. Oil and salt platform, two places are late, frozen birds, clear snow, ten thousand trees straight, a line of white. Ten thousand courtyards are low, thousands of feet of clouds, mountains are covered, the moon floats, and all wanderers. Cloud hat, style song, clutch, cooking smoke rise. Plum wine.

From small to large, rest in the basket.

When the sword came out, it was the young man who faked a laugh, but it was actually the first time he had been breathing since he was forced to appear.

Raising a sword basket is a good basket, according to legend, it was a famous magic weapon of a sword fairy who rode a donkey to eat peach blossoms, the basket recognizes people and does not recognize the realm, after the death of the sword fairy who rides a donkey, no one can all move the forty-five swords inside. With the maid's innate sword embryo foundation and the current realm, even if she fights to the death, she can only ask for at most five of them one after another.

This is also one of the reasons why her master Meng Xiaodong dared to pat his chest and ask the high-level of the roller shutter to lead the team.

The sword qi is too strong, and the basket is extremely heavy, and it cannot be hidden in close proximity. In peacetime, it needs to be carried by a soldier who is very strong.

The first sword, the smallest small hideout, the size of a little finger, without a handle and without a hammer, round as a needle. A sword pierced the young man's robe like a streamer, but the impact sound was like Huang Zhong Dalu.

The young man was like being struck by a giant hammer, and a second sword came out in mid-air. The frozen bird, after getting out of the basket, flew high into the air and stabbed down with a sword directly above the young man.

Through the body.

The young man was slammed to the ground.

There was another loud noise, and the robes on his body were already cracked.

The third sword slowly came out.

The maid's face was a little pale, but it was this sword.

Before the official refining of the sword basket, you can only rely on the usual communication with the sword in the basket to confirm that you can ask for a few swords at most, but in the actual battle, which one will actually be moved, it depends on the mood of the sword in the basket.

The third sword is called Wan Yu, which is extremely wide, extremely large, and extremely heavy. With three swords in a row, the maid was already a little powerless, and she controlled Wan Yu to move slowly.

The young man lying on the ground vomited blood from his mouth, but still held up his body and laughed.

He was shot in the right chest by an arrow from a crossbowman on the roof.

Rao is very difficult to control Wan Yu, the maid still squinted at the crossbowman who shot without permission, and the female crossbowman bent down tremblingly.

The greatsword swayed like a door, and instead of slashing at the young man, it crashed into the closer chest. With a sword hammer down, the suitcase was broken by a town, and the "small space" inside was shattered, and the contents could no longer be taken out. Only some daily necessities on the physical level, clothing, and rouge blindfolds, were scattered and fragmented.

The smile on the customer's face slowly faded.

The maid began to gasp, then bent down and laughed. After laughing for a while, he spoke: "Isn't your customer known as a box of hidden treasures, and there are ten thousand ways to kill people? ”

The maid bent down to support her body, staring at the young man's eyes, and said a word. "Without the box, what are you customers?"

The customer closed his eyes and seemed to think about it seriously.

Then open your eyes.

"Genius killers, billionaires, lovers of the ladies of the family, philanthropists, wine connoisseurs, gourmets, musicians, poets, painters, Mojia machine masters, Dunjia masters, Longmen realm monks, such as artistic conception martial artists?"

There was silence.

The maid spoke, "Kill him." ”

The swordsman weaved the flying sword into a sword net and covered it, and the crossbowman shot the remaining rune arrows. The crowd on the roof, a blind Confucian who had not made a move from beginning to end, had been standing behind everyone, and now he took a few steps.

In the very high place in the sky, where the moonlight is bright, there is a fingernail-sized red jade with the idle chapter, dripping and spinning, and the moonlight seems to be unobstructed through the idle chapter, and it is impossible to see it if you don't look carefully. It's been suspended for a long time.

As the Confucian stepped forward, the jade medallion whirling and playing in the moonlight suddenly froze, the print side down, locked the customer's position, and then fell.

On the way, the fingernail-sized stamps kept getting bigger, like a table, like a grinder, like a house. You can see the words under the chapter, which is a flower and bird seal engraved in Yangwen "not to the three public easy this day".

The young man's figure flashed several times, but he never left the range under the seal, dodged a few flying swords, and was frozen in mid-air with the flying sword. Watching the huge seal fall. The young man struggled to look up and read the words under the seal, and then it was stamped.

Booming.

The talismans that remained hidden around were also shaken out of their tracks, like a goddess scattering flowers, burning and falling irregularly.

Several unfortunate flying sword owners, the girl who was responsible for maintaining the trapped people's formation, and the goatee talisman master who was responsible for hiding the whereabouts of this place all vomited blood.

Xianzhang turned back to the size of a fingernail, and flew back to the blind Confucian who had fainted to ask for credit. A large crater appeared on the ground in the courtyard and settled several feet, and there were the remains of a flying sword and a humanoid fragment below it.

The six-story building, in the room where the young man originally lived, flashed with silver light.

When everyone looked at the silver light with their eyes wary, the customer who was carrying a huge scythe made of two scythes and a handle of the bus box on his shoulders was already standing back to back behind the girl who was manipulating the invisible silk thread.

The blade hung in front of the girl's throat, and a jade plate floated in front of the sickle.

The customer, who was seriously injured and forcibly used puppet transposition charms and close charms one after another, said tiredly, "It's finally here." ”

The girl who had just vomited blood opened her mouth wide, her eyes were frightened, her pupils dilated, and she shouted silently: "Help me." ”

The beads in front of him hadn't had time to make any moves.

The jade plate was densely packed around and something was cut together.

The sound is like a knife slashing a lute.

Then the head slipped. The young man flew away,

Disappear into the moonlit night.

(7756 words.) Compensate for jobs that were updated a few days later)

(Next Chapter 6: You're Young, Let's Go Faster is no less than 4000 words.) ）