And the envoy sat quietly at home.

When the storm was about to come, the envoy came to the eternal city with the most sincere respect, but when the storm receded, the envoy suddenly did nothing.

No one knew what he was going to do after all, even if it was Lu Muqing, he could only choose not to move, but just sent three people to take turns to monitor him.

It's late at night.

Wu Qiu couldn't help but yawn.

The candles in the room were no longer flickering, and there was no movement in sight.

Wu Qiu involuntarily pulled his jacket together.

Fortunately, the snow has stopped, and when there is wind, Wu Qiu only needs to lean into the corner of the wall and wrap his jacket tightly.

Then there was the long wait.

Not everyone is suitable for waiting, some people have a quick temper, and if they are slow for a moment, they will also jump like thunder.

Of course, Wu Qiu was not an impatient person, otherwise Lu Muqing would not have sent him.

But Wu Qiu gradually became a little anxious.

Because they don't understand what they're waiting for.

Suddenly the wind sounded.

Wu Qiu subconsciously thought that it was just a violent swing in the air, but of course this was not the case.

A wordless black shadow quietly emerged from behind Wu Qiu.

Now Wu Qiu's face and back finally have cold sweat.

Wu Qiu could only rely on human instinct to guess who was behind him, and at the same time, his mind kept turning.

What can also keep Wu Qiu out of chaos is a trick.

Since he started practicing martial arts at the age of five, he has been training a move.

Many times, those time-consuming and laborious tempering will make people look like brute bulls, and even be felt backward by some people who advocate flexibility, but how can these people understand how much peace of mind can be brought to a person by a move honed in countless ups and downs.

The place where Wu Qiu squatted was a sandwich between two eaves, which was extremely narrow.

And Wu Qiu's move requires him to twist and flirt, like a horizontal wind wheel, and the dagger will be plunged straight into the heart from the right chest.

Of course, this is a trick used in hand-to-hand combat.

Therefore, Wu Qiu must be patient, even if his hands and feet are cold now, he must not be impatient.

"Tick, tick", there is sweat falling on the eaves.

It was a very light and crisp sound, and it was not easy to hear.

Just because the wind stopped, so did the footsteps of the man behind him.

Wu Qiu's heart shook, causing his whole body to tremble.

The man behind him stopped a few steps away, as if admiring a dying cat.

Wu Qiu knew that the people behind him were coming, but he really didn't know when it would come.

Wu Qiu only had a ruthless heart.

Wu Qiu's body shook as if he couldn't stand steadily.

Flaws, flaws that are deliberately exposed.

Once you think that you can take advantage of this opportunity to kill, then the move that Wu Qiu has been immersed in for more than ten years will nail towards your heart.

The people behind him moved clearly.

That's fast.

It seems that three or two steps can complete a world.

Wu Qiu doesn't care so much.

Wu Qiu turned around, took out his hand, and took out the dagger.

No matter how tall the opponent is, the dagger can pierce from the right side and nail the heart to death.

With this move, Wu Qiu's face not only had cold sweat, but also a smile.

That's because this trick carries all its infatuation and perseverance.

That's really because this trick vented too much of the depression buried in his heart.

That's really because this move is so perfect that it can't find the slightest mistake.