"Hmph, the same trick can make the prefect's most optimistic head catcher fall here, or two. Looks like I'm overestimating them. Yes, Miss Jade. Wu Xiao stood a few meters away from the collapsed house, his hand spinning and playing with the short blade, looking at all this with a grin.

"That's your plan? It's boring to try these catches. It's all your business what you want, don't go overboard. Otherwise, the prince will be angry. Yu'er said coldly, without any emotion. She also watched all this, and had nothing to do with herself.

"The prince won't blame me, I just do my best. He put the blade to his lips and smiled wickedly.

"Please. Yu'er dropped a word and disappeared.

"That's it? Forget it, there's nothing good to watch. ”

When the smoke cleared, the black-clad assassins went in and searched everywhere, for they had been ordered to see people alive and dead bodies. The other leader of the Black-Clad Assassins was the first to enter. This room is a bedroom, it has collapsed, and only a few pieces of furniture can still be seen in its original state. I only saw Ya Zhi alone, lying in a pool of blood, and the scarlet had already stained the corners of his clothes. His hair was spread out, covering half of his face.

'Is that all?'

'Is this the end of it?'

The Assassin leader spun around him, then kicked him to see if he was dead.

'No!

Seeing that Yazhi didn't react, he suddenly put his mind at ease and sat beside him, feeling relieved.

'No one has been saved. Oh, I can't save myself and save others. ’

The leader of the assassins looked at the "dead corpse" of the play, and suddenly he realized something, only the corpse of one person, and what about the other?

'Pui, hide, don't come out. ’

The leader of the assassins stood up, picked up the broadsword in his hand, and was about to give another knife to the "dead corpse" in front of him, only to find that the "dead corpse" did not know when to open his eyes and look at him, showing a strange smile.

And Yazhi's expression completely frightened the assassin leader into screaming, and this scream made the white and boring Wu Xiao interested again.

"Is that still an assassin or a leader?" said Yazhi, turning to his feet. There is no restriction of burden, and his speed is faster.

"Damn! You stinky boy, I'm scared to death! I'm going to kill you!" rushed up and wanted to chop, but Yazhi didn't hide, he just smiled proudly. As a result, the leader of the assassins suddenly burst into blood, fell to the ground and convulsed twice, but did not move. None of the surrounding Assassins could see what was going on.

"I killed both of your leaders, and whatever else you have to do, use them all. Yazhi turned her back to them, and pulled back the hair that was blocking her eyes with one hand. Then, he held the slender Tang knife at his waist with one hand, and slowly pulled out the scabbard, the blade seemed to feel very pleasant, and rubbed against the scabbard with a pleasant sound. With a flick of his hand, a pale green blade was engraved with twelve petals tangled with vines on one side, and the other side was engraved with seal characters, which continued to the blade, exuding a cold air in the air.

Pui, who was hiding under the bed, watched as Yazhi used a weapon in front of him that he would not normally use, but the fan he had been playing with was not brought with him. In Pui's eyes, Yazhi often held a fan empty-handed, and she always thought that the Tang knife with jade inlaid on the scabbard was an ornament or a token. Ya Zhi, whose left arm was cut and couldn't carry her on her back, then the smoke and dust flew to confuse everyone's eyes, hiding Poi under the bed, and using the bed curtain to cover her, but when she fell, Pui's foot was injured a second time and could no longer move. But she never expected that beneath the surface of his gentle personality, Yazhi did not hide but lay there. Is he going to play dead? to confuse them? But it doesn't look like that, his purpose is to wash the east of the city in blood.

Yazhi turned around, smiling, and the Tang knife in his hand flashed with cold light, oozing a terrifying and weird feeling. Wu Xiao found that Yazhi was not dead, and stepped forward to take a look in surprise. Suddenly, he was stunned, and the reason for his stunned was not how big Yazhi's life was, but the Tang knife in his hand.

"Wind Whirlwind Blue and White Knife!?"

"Could it be that the Wind Whirlwind Blue and White Knife? No way, there was a forger twelve years ago, it must be a counterfeit. Wu Xiao played a drum in his heart, but then smiled again: "Miss Yu'er left too early, and she didn't see the wonderful places." ”

Yazhi waved the Tang knife in his hand, he didn't know what this knife was called, and he didn't know the jade inlaid on the scabbard, just one piece could make him live a happy life. Because this was given to him by his master Nalan Rongque himself, and he instructed him to use it only when his life was in danger, which was also his father's only relic. However, Master didn't say anything about his father or his family, and whenever he asked Master, Master always smiled and didn't say anything. When he got the knife from the master, he always carried it with him and never left it. Although it is a cold weapon, it has a temperature in Yazhi's hands, and for him who has lost his memory and loved ones, it is like his father by his side. He turned gracefully just right, and the blood-colored flowers flying in the air splashed on his white clothes. At first, Yazhi's knife was extremely fast, and the moves avoided the vital points, only causing people to lose their combat effectiveness, and as the smell of blood became thicker and thicker, his eyes also lost their brilliance. In the face of the unflinching and noisy Assassins, they did not spare their hands. The screams, fear, and bloody pictures stimulated his facial features and five senses, but suddenly gave him a trace of happy emotions, pleasant feelings from the bottom of his heart, as if all the depression hidden in his heart was vented, he began to laugh, the assassin vaguely left less than twenty people, all of them did not dare to step forward, cowering, an assassin fled in fear, he lifted the knife full of blood, the blood flowing downstream, reflected his side face, suddenly threw out the knife in his hand and plunged into the deserter's neck, and the inertia made him nailed to the wall, the deserter issued " babbling and babbling", constantly struggling. Yazhi walked over slowly, and when the knife was withdrawn with that hand, the blood turned to ink, and a human figure was drawn on the white wall.

"You want to escape?" Yazhi turned, his dark hair covering his face, and no one dared to look at him. His world has long since turned its back on blood. Wu Xiao was completely stunned. He couldn't figure out if the guy in front of him was a human or a ghost now. It seemed that he was going to consider retreating, but he watched a wonderful scene, but it was too bloody.

Xu Su met Pu Cheng after a while, he had already captured He Ziyu and was on the way back. When Pu Cheng saw Xu Su, he was very happy, but when he saw Xu Su's expression, he withdrew his smile.

"You see your sister? she's coming for you. Xu Su said solemnly.

"No, I haven't seen it all the way. What's wrong?What's going on?" Pu Cheng became anxious when he heard that his sister was in trouble.

"There was a strong smell of blood in the wind. I'm afraid it's dangerous, Cheng'er, let's go find your sister! Xu Su said to Pu Cheng, he was uneasy in his heart, as if something bad was going to happen.

When he and Pu Cheng saw the corpse of the assassin, they followed the corpse to find the Shura-like Yazhi, and the scene in front of them shocked them, the corpse was scattered, the internal organs rolled out of the body, piled up, I don't know which body it belonged to, the blood flowed like a river, staining the green grass between the stone crevices.