It's just that there are a lot of unwarranted disasters in this world, and no matter how perfect the shot is, there will be times when it fails.

When Wu Qiu saw his dagger slashing across the chest of the person behind him, his heart fell cold.

It's an inch short.

The dagger was an inch away from the body of the man behind him.

Of course, this person saw through Wu Qiu's deliberate exposure of flaws, took advantage of it, and relied on his uncanny light skills to keep himself in a safe position like pulling onions on dry land, and let Wu Qiu make a move.

This trick is not only perfect, but also heavy.

There is infinite inertia in the heavy body, and Wu Qiu can't break free from the inertia.

Wu Qiu turned around with this inertia, but he still couldn't see this person's face clearly, but he just put the back of his neck in the eyes of others again.

At such a close distance, the person behind him made a move.

Wu Qiu is really hiding, and there is no doubt about hiding.

So Wu Qiu received a knife on his neck, and he only had to fall heavily.

This hand knife cut cleanly, and there was not much between the forces, so that it would not kill people, but it was enough to faint for a long time.

Then the man stretched out an oil-paper umbrella, and the whole person fell from the eaves like duckweed, and when it landed, not even half of the snowflakes were splashed. He even stood on tiptoe, leaving only two small holes in the snow after all.

With a flick of his wrist, the open umbrella broke free from the constraints of gravity and spun rapidly in mid-air, hovering towards the door.

And this person fluttered like the wind, and suddenly floated in the air, and when he needed to pull it out again, his toes clicked on the surface of the umbrella, and he swept further.

No one could tell that anyone had come just by looking at the snow, but this man was already standing in front of the door, and seeing that the umbrella was about to fall sharply at the tip of his toes, the man easily freed his foot and kicked it four times in succession, and the oil-paper umbrella obediently returned to his hand.

This set of drifting movements is really smooth, enough to be unaware.

Men are like a fight, but it's a pity that they can't speak, otherwise how many women should be missed!

Two fingers are buckled into a ring, and "click, click" is slightly knocked on the door.

One light, two heavy.

This is, of course, a code.

Sure enough, in an instant, the long-lost light lit up again.

The wooden door was separated from the left and right, and the face of the envoy who was as silent as autumn water reappeared, and he was especially relieved of the person in front of him, and he didn't even need to check whether he was being followed, so he put it in directly.

Although the room was small, the two of them walked for a while.

Knowing that no one would follow him, he still went to the study and covered the doors and windows, which shows the caution of the envoy.

The envoy placed the candle flame firmly on the table, and then turned around, rummaged between the books in the small cabinet, and took a stack of rice paper, two wolf hairs, and an inkstone.

After a little water, the ink was blurred, and the two of them each held a wolf hair, and began to write on rice paper.

Both of them are used to it, and because they are writing, they are also concise and to the point.

The envoy wrote.

"How?"

The person who came wrote.

"As you can imagine. ”

The envoy wrote.

"Can be captured?"

The person who came paused and could only write.

"Escaped. ”

This seemed to be something that the envoy couldn't think of, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and glanced at the person in front of him, only to see that his face was helpless, and he didn't blame after all, but continued to write.

"Identity?"

The person who came wrote.

"Find out. ”

The envoy's pen even had a lightness in it.

"Who?"

Someone to write.

"Sword Shadow. ”