My name is Leng Mo. I knew that this shot might be the last of my career as a killer, because I knew too well how terrifying my former comrades were, but I also knew that if I hadn't stopped this earth-shattering assassination, I wouldn't be happy for the rest of my life, even if I continued to survive.

Luoyang.

Heavenly Street, it is almost dusk.

Leng Mo stood in the sunset, and the shadow of the gold-lettered signboard of "Drunken Immortal Restaurant" behind him happened to cover his vicissitudes of life.

He doesn't like sunlight, he prefers to hide in the shadows of the night.

This was his one hundred and seventh assassination mission, and he was wearing a wide black cloth robe, which was wide and large, and under the robe was his eight-year-old "Qingfeng Sword".

The sharp tip was against his ribs, and the black cloth robe was already soaked with cold sweat.

He hadn't killed anyone for a long time, and he didn't know if he could hold the "Qingfeng Sword" that had defeated the invincible opponent in the world in the past eight years.

Before leaving home, when his wife Song Keren took out the "Qingfeng Sword" from under the bed, the scabbard was full of dust, and the blade was rusty.

He was nervous, nervous like never before.

"Heavenly Street" is the most prosperous street in "Luoyang" city, and now it is also the most lively time for people to catch up with the market.

Leng Mo's gaze, from Xilai's "≈ Top", "≈ Point", "≈ Xiao", and "≈ Xiao", went straight through the crowd, and saw a "girl" selling Hongling across the street.

Leng Mo knew this "girl" who sold Hongling, she entered the "Killer Building" two years earlier than herself, she was the leader of that year, and her code name was "Rakshasa".

Rakshasa is a big "girl" with a slightly bloated waist, she is squatting on the side of the street, using a small scimitar to cut the red lings in the bamboo basket one by one, the technique, wrist strength, knife work, smart and just right.

- Although Rakshasa has been disguised and disguised, it is her skillful and precise movements that make Leng Mo recognize her identity at a glance.

Rakshasa is actually no longer young, and even her figure is slightly out of shape, but she is still dressed as a girl.

Women are always reluctant to admit that they are no longer young, and it is also a woman's nature to love beauty.

At least Rakshasa felt that he was younger, slender, and good-looking than the bunch of big sisters, sisters-in-law, aunts and grandmothers in front of him.

The housewives who were bargaining in front of the rakshasa never dreamed that the fat girl in front of her, who sold red lings, would kill several times more people than the water chestnuts in her bamboo basket.

Rakshasa obviously didn't notice that Leng Mo was observing her, but Leng Mo clearly felt two murderous auras coming from behind him.

Behind him is the largest restaurant in "Luoyang" city, "Drunken Immortal Building".

The business of the restaurant is very hot, the private rooms and loose tables are full every day, the boss has set up a simple shed in front of the restaurant, and set up a few simple small tables and benches to greet those low-cost and cheap customers.

What is more striking is that there is a large door panel in the center of the shed, and a man and a woman sit opposite each other, begging for two bowls of the cheapest village bai, and drinking with the pickles they have brought.

The man's face was blood-red, short and stocky, with a strip of white cloth fixed to his unkempt and dirty hair, and beside him stood a thick and long flat pole, which looked like a coolie who worked as a porter at the "Luoshui" pier, taking advantage of breakfast time to fill his stomach.

Of course, Leng Mo knew that he was not a coolie, just like Rakshasa was not a peddler.

His name is Bloody Knife.

Leng Mo dared to pack the ticket, there must be a bloody knife hidden in the flat pole in front of his feet.

The young woman sitting opposite the blood knife, the waist of the water snake twisted involuntarily, and the people around her would sigh and envy this short and strong rough man, there would be such a wife with a good figure, both envious and unworthy for that woman.

Leng Mo smiled bitterly, if these people knew that this woman was a red snake, I am afraid that they would have been so frightened that they would have hid far away.

Chi Lian used to be the second senior sister of the Blood Knife in the "Blood Knife Faction", and it was the introduction of the Blood Knife that she joined the "Killer Building" organization, and the two sisters and brothers had already become husband and wife. She held a basket covered with a white cloth in her hand, and her "red whip knife" was hidden in the basket.

Twenty-five steps to the southeast corner from the signboard standing in Leng Mo, there is a very spacious and luxurious black lacquered troika parked under the shade of the tree.

The driver was a thin black man, dozing off with a thatch in his mouth.

The curtain is half raised, and there is a beautiful woman sitting inside, holding a pipa and half covering her face, as if waiting for a pear gardener for your guests.

"The crow and the rook are here too. Leng Mo secretly exclaimed in his heart, and there was another layer of cold sweat behind his back.

Rakshasa, Blood Knife, Red Lian, Black Crow, and Yanyi, all five of them came.

Wrong!

With a cold ink, he clearly felt that around him, in addition to himself and the five killers he discovered, there was a faint hidden terrifying murderous aura that made people stand chilling!

There is also a seventh killer at the scene!!

There must be !!

However, no matter what, Leng Mo couldn't find the exact location of the killer.

Who is the 7th killer?

Is it the boundless northern killing of the combat power?or is it ...... He came in person?

Thinking of the name of "that person", Leng Mo was almost out of breath. The nightmare of eight years ago is still vivid......

Suddenly, Leng Mo regretted his decision a little, he began to retreat, he was considering whether to withdraw now, but people were still waiting for him at home......

Everyone has moments of fear, and everyone has a weak side, as long as he is human.

However, it was too late for Leng Mo to retreat.

Just when Leng Mo's heart was struggling and tormenting, the target he and they had been waiting for appeared!

The horse's hooves are gained, and the twilight is getting thicker.

Leng Mo's heart sank-

Zhao Qinghou must not die!

Now he is the only one who can save Zhao Qinghou.

He knew that once his whereabouts were exposed, once "that person" knew that he was still alive in the world, he would be hunted down by "that person" and "Killer Building" endlessly.

However, he still had to save Zhao Qinghou, because Zhao Qinghou also saved him and him eight years ago.

Leng Mo's palms were dripping with sweat, and he slowly reached into his arms and tightly grasped the hilt of his "Qingfeng Sword".

Rakshasa ate the red lings raw one after another, and when she ate the fortieth, she smelled a refreshing fragrance.

Rakshasa has always had a keen sense of smell, especially for all kinds of food.

As soon as the smell hit her nose, she found the source of the fragrance, which was a simple and neat noodle stall.

Four delicate and glamorous little chefs are branding "pot stickers", with skillful movements and beautiful postures.

A good-looking girl is beautiful even if she, picks her nostrils and swears, and an ugly girl is hard to see and vomit even if she sings poems, paints and makes tea.

"Potstickers" are a famous local snack in the city of "Luoyang", but few of them are so delicious that you can smell the intoxicating fragrance across the street.

Rakshasa immediately put down the basket and ran over, asking for a few "pot stickers" and a large bowl of light and delicious "egg soup".

The noodle stall not only sells soup cakes, but also drinks.

The wine is mellow "daughter red". Although the wine jars were tightly sealed with mud, the blood knife sniffed and smelled that these jars of wine had been cellared underground for at least fifteen years.

Nothing excites the Blood Knife more than fine wine, and the Blood Knife immediately rushed over, sat down beside Rakshasa, and drank six bowls in a row.

The four beautiful little chefs greeted warmly with smiles on their faces, and out of the corner of their eyes, they could already see the horse team with the smoke of the border and the evil atmosphere of the battlefield, taking neat and consistent steps, slowly turning from the corner of the street into this long street-

Street, slightly cool.

Leng Mo in the shadows looked excitedly at the horse team from far and near.

The middle-aged man on the first "sweat and blood horse", a gold-crowned python robe, phoenix eyes and long eyebrows, slightly gray hair, a red brocade robe, tied with a royal blue jade belt, a green shark skin scabbard, and a yellow and clear golden saddle.

The benefactor sat on a high-headed horse, his waist was still straight, his eyes were still bright, and he seemed to be exactly the same as eight years ago, without any traces of time.

Some people are like they will never get old, and Zhao Qinghou, the general of Zhenxi, is undoubtedly this kind of person who is good at maintenance.

What's more, even if he has changed a lot, Leng Mo can still recognize him at first sight.

Some people, some feelings, can be unforgettable for a lifetime.

——On that stormy night eight years ago, I was willing to take the risk of being stabbed by the king of Hades, and escaped from the "Killer Building" and the "Jingshi" with the dying lovely person. In the wilderness outside the capital, I can no longer support it, together with the wife on my back fainted in the puddle, if it wasn't for Zhao Houye, who went to Beijing to report on work, passed by and saved the lives of our husband and wife, we would have died in the wilderness eight years ago.

It's been eight years, and I've been able to stay with Keren for eight more years, my wish is fulfilled, what more can I ask for?

Now, it's time for me to give this life back to Eun Gong!

Leng Mo only felt a burst of hot blood surging in his chest, and even his throat seemed to be blocked by the hot flow, and he could barely make a sound. He must do his best to control his emotions and state, and he must inform Engong before the "Killer Building" that there are assassins here!

The orderly "Seventy-two Flying Cloud Rides" have been transferred to Heavenly Street.

Behind Zhao Qinghou, who has a white face and a slight beard and a calm bearing, he is followed by two twin young men, both of whom are in brocade robes and fresh clothes, with towering foreheads, clear eyebrows and majestic eyes, very handsome, vaguely with the demeanor and charm of the Hou Ye, presumably Zhao Qinghou's pair of precious sons Zhao Yao and Zhao Shun are undoubted.

One of the two sons rode a green skull, the other straddled Huang Biao, and the hem of their brocade robes hung a precious sword inlaid with pearls and gems.

After the father and son rode three times, four sedan chair men carried a sedan chair, and in front of the sedan chair and behind the sedan chair, seventy-two Feiyun horsemen with bows and arrows, bright armor and fierce expressions were neatly lined up.

The pedestrians on the street, as if intimidated by the momentum of this pair of people and horses, couldn't help but duck to both sides and get out of the way.

Now Zhao Qinghou's horse head is less than five feet away from the ambush circle of the "Killer Building"!

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