Perhaps, dying like this is the best ending. The thinly dressed Feng Moyu sat quietly in the corner of the prison, she was as quiet as a little girl next door, and no one could connect her with the terrifying identity of the assassin of the Dragon Leap Realm of the National Teacher's Mansion.

Feng Moyu didn't care about the comments of a few jailers outside the prison about her, nor did she care that kid from Tao Pavilion couldn't hold back the two not light palms she gave herself that day, and she didn't care that a few trapped dragon nails on her body sealed all the aura. All she had to know was that the man in the green shirt wouldn't die.

However, there is still no way to have a clear conscience...... I disappointed my sister and didn't become the best assassin in the world.

But my sister is so gentle, she must not blame herself.

Feng Moyu will also remember that day, in front of the grave of the woman who was also codenamed Thorn, there was an old figure of Long Zhong who staggered away with a cane. Of the grave are his daughters. Originally, as long as he was really as treacherous and greedy as the rumors said, it should be her kneeling in front of the grave lying in the grave, not his daughter.

Feng Moyu would never believe everything he had seen and heard in the territory of Zhenbei. Just like in Longque, the national capital, there are praise words for the national teacher everywhere, and in the jurisdiction of Zhenbei, it is naturally full of praise for the king of Zhenbei who Feng Moyu has never seen. Similarly, the officialdom of the national capital, the people of the rivers and lakes, the countless criticisms of the king of Zhenbei and the hatred of the people in the jurisdiction of Zhenbei are half a catty.

Her stepfather had already told her that they had different positions, and they had nothing to do with right or wrong. If the people in the north of the town want to have a peaceful life, they must support their king, and if they want to have a way to live, they must also look at the face of the national teacher's mansion.

The people at the lower levels are finally engulfed in big interests, and their rights and wrongs are also affected by too many things, and who is right and who is wrong on both sides of the National Teacher's Mansion and the King of Zhenbei, people on both sides have no right to speak.

As for the means, Feng Moyu, as an assassin of the National Teacher's Mansion, naturally saw more tricks of the National Teacher's Mansion, it seems that the National Teacher's Mansion is more gloomy? Of course not. The King of Zhenbei has today's prestige, and he has seen less blood? Yesterday, the red-eyed Wu What, before being bloodied by Situ Fang and her Feng Moyu, was not also raided by the Zhenbei Wangfu once, and the whole door was destroyed? The famous Kuimu Cliff, but even a name that people like her, who didn't care much about the affairs of the rivers and lakes on both sides, had heard of it, and didn't it evaporate from the world overnight?

"Now, it is far from the peaceful and prosperous times, and if you want to see no blood in the future, you have to be cleaner when you see blood now. ”

What the righteous father said was explicit, but it was more direct and comfortable than the fake benevolence and false righteousness of the Zhenbei Palace.

Just like she Feng Moyu was an assassin who was always dead, but the Zhenbei Wangfu was worshiped in the hall but she also pretended to save her from the boy surnamed Wu, and what is the point of returning her to prison and pretending to heal her own injuries?

It's just a matter of asking, she is not afraid of Ling Chi who scrapes meat with a knife, but she is still afraid of this?

Of course, Feng Moyu didn't know that there was no punishment for Ling Chi in the jurisdiction of Zhenbei.

When people are idle, they will always think about some messy and miscellaneous things. After thinking about it for so long, Feng Moyu finally couldn't rest assured that he was still that stupid boy, can he take care of himself when he is alone. If you encounter an assassin from the National Teacher's Mansion again, you are so easy to deceive, you will really die......

I hope that in the future, he will be more powerful, stronger, and smarter......

The people you meet should be better.

......

"For the sake of a little Dragon Leaping Realm assassin, it is worth it to have a holiday with the Zhenbei Wangfu and expose the realm?" The temples were slightly frosty, and the middle-aged man with a lot of grace did not look up, as if it was just idle chat outside the chessboard.

"It's just the peak of the dragon leap, as long as you don't reach the grandmaster, in the eyes of you big people, you are all 'small'. The young man in black was quiet and calm, and he fell slowly.

Qi Yong laughed and dropped a son at random: "What, do you think your father-in-law said the wrong thing?"

Listening to the Tao Pavilion Yunqi Taoist, it is also the Dragon Leap Realm.

Wu Lingque saw that Qi Ji had no intention of playing again, so he accepted the chess pieces. After all, he is his father-in-law, and he can't open and close himself when he plays chess, which is too ruthless, and after all, it goes against his heart, and he is not comfortable to play, which is not a good thing.

"I don't want to hide it from my father-in-law. Although Yunqi has no relationship with me, and his concept is very wrong, and in your eyes, he is just an insignificant little person in the Dragon Leap Realm, but he has really taught Ling Que for many years. If it weren't for the grudge against Tao Pavilion, I wouldn't even come to Desolate Ridge with a sigh of relief, let alone have the opportunity to play against you here. ”

Qi Yong nodded, there was nothing displeased.

"It's good to be open and honest. ”

The young man in black slowly put away the chess pieces, his eyes were deep: "Father-in-law, Ling Que is indeed ruthless and ruthless when he practices now, and the more I practice, the more I look like a monster." But I have always valued kindness. ”

Qi Yong stood up and patted Wu Lingque on the shoulder:

"I see what you mean. Although I don't know why the Zhenbei Wangfu suddenly protects a girl from the National Teacher's Mansion so much, there is so much pressure from the rivers and lakes, you still have to die, and your killing intent doesn't need to be so obvious anymore. ”

Wu Lingque nodded, without explaining more, this matter was indeed his problem. It's just that it's hard to calm down, and it's not enough to cultivate the mind.

He stood up and sent Qi Yong away.

As if remembering something, Qi Yong, who had already turned around and was about to go down the mountain, turned around again:

"On the day of the beheading, you are all right?"

The current Barren Ridge, both openly and secretly, has affected the interests of too many parties, and there may naturally be more accidents.

Wu Lingque's eyes were gloomy, and his eyes were so dark that they seemed to be able to suck in all the light around him:

"I'm going to break to the Rising Realm tonight. ”

Wu Lingque broke through the realm, and now it is indeed as simple as drinking water, it is just the kung fu of a few more people who died in the underground prison. There were too many prisoners who needed him to interrogate—or to extract memories.

Qi Yong stopped talking, silently turned around and went down the mountain, and as he walked, he seemed to blend into the surrounding environment and disappeared from Wu Lingque's field of vision.

This is the metahabitat, a metahabitat that Wu Lingque has not touched so far.

Therefore, Wu Lingque knew that there was still a long way to go.

As long as he can swallow a truly powerful metamorphosis realm and break the bottleneck of that realm, just like he swallowed the Qiushui Sect genius who had an exceptionally solid foundation at the beginning, he will be as simple as he is now in the Avatar realm, he doesn't have to care about quality, he relies on quantity.

......

On this day, the winter day was exposed, which made the onlookers around the execution ground who watched the beheading a little dry, so the atmosphere was more enthusiastic and people's hearts were more impetuous.

This kind of beheading, the people in the north of the town have always liked to watch, it is very pleasant and enjoyable, even in Moji Town, where the smell of books is extraordinarily heavy, killing the spies of the National Teacher's Mansion is also a pleasure that is talked about.

What's more, I heard that what was beheaded today was a heinous person who risked the life of a sect. This is even more of a big deal, and even some "heroes" in the nearby rivers and lakes who don't usually appear often will buy some wine and hide in the crowd to watch silently. Their realm is naturally not enough in the eyes of the real great sects, but in the eyes of the common people, as long as they "ho ho" slash out the sword light, which one is not a real hero? When I think of the ordinary-looking and unremarkable sword-carrying men I am casually talking about today, it is possible that those hidden knights who live in romance novels, and the real ordinary men who do good things are even more energetic -- if you are fancied by the qualifications, you can also learn some tricks, isn't it beautiful?

However, as the escorted Assassin walked towards the execution ground, the crowd that had been noisy suddenly fell silent.

Feng Moyu is not tall, because he has not been tortured much in the cell, and the white prison uniform can even be said to be clean and tidy at this time. She has her hair loose and her face is clean, so that everyone in the audience can see her face clearly.

She is small and has snow-white skin, delicate facial features, and calm and deep eyes, like a fairy who suddenly appeared on this execution ground, wearing shackles, calmly facing the machete in the executioner's hand.

In the crowd of onlookers below, some men have already looked a little stunned; those idle teenagers have inexplicable feelings in their hearts; some mothers-in-law and aunts who are also brave enough to join in the fun can't look at the eyes of their own men, but they wish the knife was faster, but after all, they are a minority.

"Is there a mistake?"

Off the field, someone finally asked a sentence that many people wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, and for a while, many people echoed it.

"Don't you look like a bad guy?"

"Such a harmless little girl can destroy a sect?"

"That's it, at such an age, can you have such great ability?

A few frivolous men who crossed the sword and walked the rivers and lakes couldn't control their mouths, but began to suspect that the destroyed sect was too careless.

I really don't blame the onlookers for coaxing, it is not that they have not beheaded the female assassins of the National Teacher's Mansion in the past, but those people are either disgraced and have no clear faces; or they are the so-called "bewitching and cheap goods" at first glance, and they will not make people feel pity either; no matter how bad they are, they really look like the country is beautiful and fragrant, and they are harmless to people and animals, such a big crime, so they should be older, right? That girl seems to be only a few years old, and she is definitely less than 20 years old, and she can destroy a sect?

It is definitely impossible for the Zhenbei Wangfu to arrest people and resist crimes, which can only show that the sect is really not up to the task.

A black-clothed young man sat quietly on the prison platform, even if it was far away, all the criticisms of Tingtao Pavilion still came into his ears clearly.

"Don't be angry. Beside him, a girl in green gently grabbed his hand, making Wu Lingque's cold hands a little warm.

Wu Lingque smiled, covered Qi Xue's hands with both hands, and said softly:

"A little angry, but it's not going to be good. ”

What doesn't happen to you will never be empathetic. Wu Lingque naturally understands this, those spectators will always be just spectators. Only you know best what life is warm and cold.

As for others, when they see one side, they will think that one side is real.

At this time, Feng Moyu, who was trapped in the execution ground, was indeed harmless to humans and animals, but no one in the audience had ever seen her look like she killed her senior brother and sister with an expressionless face that night, and then came to kill him Wu Lingque with an expressionless face.

Wu Lingque kept holding Qi Xue's hand lightly with one hand, and the other hand was tucked into his sleeve and clenched gently, staring at Feng Moyu who did not have a trace of embarrassment in the field, and his eyes were even more resentful.

It's not fair!

The third senior brother who had all his meridians cut off died in front of him Wu Lingque! The master turned into a puddle of pus and blood in the room! Why could the culprit die so simply and so calmly!

Obviously give it to him Wu Lingque, Wu Lingque can dig out everything that the Zhenbei Wangfu wants to know!

Is it just because of him? Just because of that guy! Just because that guy is from the palace? Just like back then, because the high mountains were worshiped by the palace, even if no matter how old or young, he destroyed the entire Kuimu Cliff, and it was still just a simple confinement for half a year?

Hundreds of lives, grounded for half a year......!

Wu Lingque suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and looked in the direction of the palace with a fierce light - everything will change.