At night, I am always at ease, and many times, I don't dare to do things in the ordinary, but at night, I suddenly have courage.

Especially late at night, the deeper the night, the more courage you have.

It seems like a kind of self-suggestion that no one will find themselves.

So many people were killed in the night.

Two figures, a man and a woman, the man had long hair and a broken knife behind his back, he seemed to be thrifty, his clothes were always black and shabby, but he never wanted to change them.

The woman, who has always been like a guard, follows the man's side, looking at the man in front of her, her brows are always slightly wrinkled, as if she has something on her mind, and she seems cautious.

'It's murder again. This is Miao Ying's task to the ink knife, it is very simple, it is never difficult to kill people in the ink knife.

But this time it was different, because the process of killing people made Modao feel troublesome.

Don't alarm anyone, kill the target.

Modao didn't understand the point of doing this, but he did it anyway.

The person to be killed this time is called Shock, and his identity is also the hall master, and there is no other information other than this.

It's just that just from the identity of this person, you can know that his strength is definitely not weak.

It's hard to kill him without alarming one person.

"If you complete this mission, it proves that you have learned a little bit about assassination. One thing you have to remember is that the most important thing in an assassination is not to kill the target, but to kill your own life, and if you kill someone and end up in a deep situation, it is not an assassination at all. Being alive is the most important thing, only by living, you are qualified to kill, and only by living, you have the opportunity to kill. ”

"As for how to kill, it's all up to you, deceive, conceal, betray, whatever you do, as long as you can accomplish the ultimate goal, you can do it. As for how you do it, it's all up to you. ”

Ink Knife thought back to what Miao Ying had said to him.

At this time, suddenly a figure crashed into the arms of the ink knife.

Startled, the ink knife pulled back. At the same time, the broken knife was already in his hand.

Being approached to such an extent and not being noticed is something that would not have happened in ordinary times. Although Modao was thinking, he was still alert to his surroundings.

However, it wasn't until the man hit him that the ink knife found out. How not to shock him, how not to wary him.

The ink knife looked at the person opposite coldly, the knife in his hand was held very tightly, but after a while, the broken knife was put away by him.

Qichu Modao thought that the person in front of him was like a peerless son, and his strength was unfathomable, so he didn't notice it, but when Modao saw the person opposite, he realized that he was wrong.

Because the one on the other side can no longer be counted as a human at all, which is why the ink knife failed to find him.

It was a man, and the head was scattered. 35xs was covered in blood, and a pair of eyes had been gouged out, leaving only two black blood holes. It's intimidating to look at.

It seems that because of the time, the blood on it has clotted.

A pair of arms had been severed, and two sleeves were bleached in the wind.

The man, like a corpse walking with him, was expressionless, wandering wantonly, and from time to time his mouth made a few green sounds, but because the voice was too small, it was impossible to hear what he was saying.

He lowered his head, as if searching for something.

There is no trace of human breath on this person's body, and no one knows why he is still alive, but it is precisely because of this that the ink knife has not been able to find him.

With a sword sound, the darkness behind the ink knife pulled out the long sword, stepped in front of the ink knife, and without waiting for the ink knife to speak, he raised the sword and stabbed.

Killing, Dark has long been used to it, not to mention that this person is in front of the ink knife. And behave so weirdly.

But just as her long sword was about to plunge into the man's throat, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

At the same time, a cold gaze looked at her.

Seeing that look, the dark heart suddenly sank to the bottom, just a look, she already understood. This time she was wrong again.

Weakly put down the long sword in his hand, secretly desperately blaming himself and regretting it.

"Ask him why it's like this. Ink Knife said. After a moment of observation, the ink knife could already see that the man had been wandering around, and he was completely unconscious, as if he was looking for something.

And here, less than two miles away from the place where the sting is. Modao felt that the reason why the person in front of him became like this should be related to the sting.

Because the man had been reciting a name, and that name was the sting. Although his voice was small and soft, the ink knife could tell from the way he spoke.

As for the dark rash move, the ink knife didn't say anything.

There is also disappointment in the eyes, which is to himself.

Darkness slowly approached the man and asked, "Who made you look like this?" ”

Who knows, as soon as the dark dark finished speaking, the man suddenly raised his head, and he had no eyes, and he was desperately using a pair of blood holes to look at the dark one, as if he wanted to try his best to see the appearance of the dark one.

His expression was excited, and he no longer wanted to be as depressed as before, like a soulless corpse.

At this moment, the man's face suddenly had life and hope.

"Frost, is that you, how did you escape!" he said excitedly, stepping forward as he spoke, as if he wanted to hold in his arms, but his arm had been cut off, but he still snuggled up to Dark, as if he was expressing his thoughts in this way.

Darkness originally wanted to dodge, this kind of thing is not difficult to do, for her, but she finally held back.

Because Modao said to ask why this man became like this. Flash Dance

The pungent smell kept coming from the man's body, and the stench made him feel that his stomach was churning.

But the man didn't seem to notice this at all, and even began to gently rub his body against Dark, as if was her long-lost wife.

"Why did you become like this. Darkness asked again, not hiding, not moving, just letting the man violate her.

"No! you're not Frost!" suddenly the man shouted. "Say, who are you, where is my frost!" the man's expression suddenly became hideous. After saying that, he bit down on the shoulder of the dark ghost.

Blood flowed instantly.

Darkly but suddenly stretched out his hands and held the man in his arms very gently.

"I'm Shuang'er, don't you believe me?" There was a hint of grievance in her dark tone, and her expression was a little aggrieved.

"Then how could you not know who made me like this!" the man snapped.

"I just want to know, do you remember that person, remember the person who hurt you like this. The man who took me away. Looks like you've forgotten, otherwise you wouldn't have gone so long without saving me. As he spoke, he pushed the man in front of him away.

Dark is not stupid, she has never been stupid, if she was stupid, she would never have lived until now, let alone have such an identity among the thousands.

She was just too careful, too cautious, because the ink knife, because she didn't understand the ink knife, she began to become less confident.

"No! no!" the man who was pushed away by the darkness began to get nervous. "Frost, listen to me. ”

"Say no more. The dark tone began to grow cold. "I didn't expect you to forget the name of your enemy. You go, I don't want to see you anymore. ”

"How could I forget! How could I forget. ”

"Shuang'er, don't drive me away, okay......" The man prayed.

"Killed. The ink knife suddenly said, the information that needs to be known has been known, and this man is no longer useful. It's just that there is no difference between killing and not killing at all, but the ink knife still lets the dark ghost kill him.

"Who's! Who's talking! Frost, where are you, Frost, hide behind me. The man looked around nervously, even though he had no eyes. Although Darkness was not his frost, he still stood in front of Darkness without hesitation.

A trace of forbearance, a trace of forbearance flashed in the dark eyes. Looking at the back of the man blocking in front of him, Dark suddenly couldn't bear to move.

But the next moment, she picked up her long sword and stabbed it into the man's back.

Blood dripped down the blade of the sword onto the ground with a ticking sound. The man used all his strength to turn back, he wanted to ask why, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

There was still unbearability on her dark face, but she finally chose to end the life of the man in front of her, all because of the ink knife.

Although she doubted it, although she was opposed, because it was what Mo Dao said, even if there was a trace of mustard in her heart, she finally chose to take action.

From the man's mouth, the ink knife knew that the woman named Shuang'er was caught by shock. The dark voice seemed to be very similar to that of the woman named Frost.

When a woman is arrested, the reason is often the same, nothing more than the color word.

But if that shock is only for this purpose, there is no need to torture a person like that.

There is only one explanation for this, and that is to hate the man so much that he hates him so much that his life is worse than death.

From the man's steps, the ink knife could see that he should not know any martial arts.

What is the reason for a powerful hall master to hate an ordinary person who doesn't understand martial arts?

That is what should have been owned by oneself, and it is occupied by others.

From this, Modao guessed that it was not a woman named Shuang'er who was going to be arrested, but a woman who was very similar to someone.

"Throw the sword away. Ink Knife said to Dark, a plan had appeared in his mind.

Without asking why, Darkness tossed the sword aside. Her gaze was a little dim, because the trace of unbearability just now had not completely disappeared.

Modao saw the trace of unbearableness, but he didn't explain why he wanted to kill that man. Because even he doesn't know why.

Soon, the two came to the place where the shock was.

A huge mansion, which is on par with where Mo Zixuan lives.

It's just that there is no one guarding here, even at the main entrance, there is no half of a figure.

"Run!" said Inkknife, to the darkness. "Don't show your strength. ”

Slightly stunned, obviously not understanding the meaning of the ink knife, but Dim did it anyway and began to run, like an ordinary woman.

In the second moment of running out of the darkness, the ink knife strode and began to chase after him.

The knife was held in his hand like a kitchen knife, and his face had a fierce expression.

"I see. Seeing the ink knife act like this, Dark finally understood and understood what the ink knife was going to do.

"Help!!" began to shout loudly as he ran. Soon came to the gate of the house, and then desperately slammed the door with his hands.

"Who!" a snap came from within. It seemed far away, but the sound seemed to be in the ear. As the voice fell, a figure emerged from the courtyard of the house.

The man's movements were very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he fell behind the dark shadow.

With anger on his face, he couldn't help but say that he was about to smash it down if he raised it alone. The palm has the sound of the wind, and there is a tendency to run thunder. If this palm is smashed, the darkness will definitely be killed.

Instinctively, the darkness dodges.

But in an instant, she remembered what the ink knife said, telling her not to expose her strength.

Therefore, Dark Yu didn't dodge, didn't even look back, and was still desperately slamming the door.

The palm fell, only the slightest distance from the top of the dark head, but at this moment, the man suddenly stopped.

He stared at the dark back in disbelief.

"Looking for clothes...... "The man called softly. "Looking for clothes, is that you......"

"Who!" Knowing the man's voice, Dark Yu pretended to panic and looked back at him.

Seeing the gloomy appearance, the man was suddenly stunned, and stood in place in a daze, unable to speak for a long time. Until Darkness asks him again who he is.

The man woke up as if from a dream.

"It's really you!" the man's expression was extremely excited, and his hands were clutching the dark shoulders. It seems that he can't believe what he is seeing.

At this time, the ink knife had come closer.

Wielding the broken knife in his hand, he is like a chaiman. "Who are you!, get out of the way!" said Inkknife, exclaiming.

"Get out!" Without even looking at the ink knife, the man waved his hand casually, and heard the sound of a wave of qi coming out.

In an instant, the ink knife felt a palm wind coming towards him. Such a palm wind would not hurt him at all, and there was no need to even hide.

But the ink knife seemed to suddenly become a mortal who did not understand martial arts, and suddenly flew upside down in response, spurting out a mouthful of blood at the same time.

"You...... Who are you, why are you hurting me!" Modao said in a panicked voice.

Seeing that the ink knife vomited blood, Dark Shadow's body shook violently, and he was about to make a move.

The man clearly sensed the change in the darkness, but he had guessed the wrong intention.

"You hate him?" the man said. Then, without waiting for the dark answer, he said: "Don't be afraid, there will be me in the future." ”

"Tell me, who is he, and why is he chasing you?"

He ...... He ...... "Darkness said a few times, she already understood what the ink knife was going to do, but Dark was worried that the ink knife would be cut off both arms like the person she saw before."

Although she knew that the ink knife would never be like that, once she did it, it was a sign that the mission had failed.

"Don't be afraid. Tell me, who is he?" the man asked.

Because of the perspective, the man couldn't see the ink knife, and took this opportunity to give the ink knife a look.

"He's my husband. Said darkly.

(End of chapter)