The cat immediately jumped up the wall and climbed to the ridge of the roof, only to see the visitor walking towards the long street with majestic steps. Secretly slandering Konoha's cunning: find an irrelevant person to make a deal with him, and he quietly hides in the dark to reap the benefits. Not only did he take back the fake purple jade order, but he also prepared the next step: if the cat really had the ability, he might really plan to steal the real purple jade order under the heavy reward; if he didn't have the ability, he wouldn't be able to deliver the goods after three days, and Konoha wouldn't lose anything; if he and Chu Tao joined forces to pit Konoha, the stone pavilion three days later would be a hard battle.

But he didn't believe that he couldn't find Konoha.

Can such a small skill of carving insects still be sad for him, the ancestor of the gentleman on the beam? The talented visitor came out of the low and continuous alley like a bowel twist, and walked straight to the long street. The cat gently stepped on the ridge of the roof and followed it all the way - this was really a piece of cake for him, who was accustomed to walking in the dark. The soles of the feet were as light as oil, and there was the occasional sound of tiles turning, and no one ever doubted the whispering of wild cats. Otherwise, how dare you bear the name of "cat"?

The visitors made their way out of town and into the deep woods on the outskirts. Without the hiding place of the roof, the branches high into the sky and the whining of the cold wind are still excellent shelter. It is the direction of the stone pavilion. When the visitor hurriedly stopped, the cat remembered to look around, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

They stopped at a cemetery, and there was no cover except for the endless cold stone monuments. Closing his eyes, the sound of the wind stirred his legs to weaken slightly. The place where the ghost cries and the wolf howls and the phosphorus fire is everywhere is the best place for bad intentions. The cat hung itself far away from the tree, hiding behind the thick shade and quietly waiting.

The moon was sinking in the west, and in the lightless world, a white shadow slowly floated from behind the stone monuments.

The man fell to his knees and fell to the ground, not even daring to raise his head—as if he had seen a ghost.

The white shadow stretched out his long hand and rested it on his head, a murderous smile flashing in his eyes.

The man took out the purple jade from his arms, held it above his head with both hands, and still didn't dare to raise his head. The cat clearly felt his whole body tremble.

"Three days later?" said in a voice like a woman.

"Stone Pavilion. The man's voice was trembling.

The voice of the demon flew out from the white shell, with an arrogant smile: "It's okay." If it is done, if you make an appointment with the shopkeeper of the money bank and the shopkeeper of the goldware shop to drink, I will not mention it to others. ”

"When—release me?"

"What? You want a relief? easy!"

Before he could finish speaking, the man had already crawled ten paces away. A sword light in the white shadow's hand swept across the hem of the man's clothes. A more arrogant laugh, like a hound that fools its prey into the palm of its hand. "Let me inquire if Chu Tao is injured. I'm still looking for me here. If I can't find you, be careful that everyone in the world knows: it was you who made an appointment with them, and you plan to start in the middle of the night, and your hatred will definitely attract a lot of sympathy from the officials!"

"Nonsense, it's clearly you! If I hadn't been ruined by these two people, how could I ......?" the man suddenly spoke fluently. Mao'er understood that the merchant deliberately pretended to be from the Western Regions at first, and in his bones, he was still a Han.

"It's enough to have murderous intent. Both of these guys have seen your letter and recognize your handwriting. No one will believe that I exist. You better understand!" In an almost maniacal laugh, the white shadow faded behind the heavy tombstones.

There was a strong panic in the cat's heart. The terrible Konoha must not fall into his hands, and must not be coerced by him! Otherwise, the fate of this man who cowered behind the tombstone in the dark will be his fate.

The deep darkness of the night suddenly conceals all sin under the calm.

Although the Chu Mansion, which was still calm, had sensed the turmoil of the rain coming down the Black Stone Cliff, it was still in order.

In the warm morning light, the most heartless person was still Chu Xuehai, carrying a bamboo sword that he had sharpened himself, swaying around with a deliberate - others patrolled the security, and she also patrolled, just observing how many birds flew in the sky, and how many pigeons were among them. Of course, she doesn't know which pigeons are her own and which are someone else's. I only faintly saw that the number of pigeons had increased a lot, and I wondered if my brother should do anything again. But no matter what kind of action it is, it won't take her.

It's disheartening to think of this.

It is not easy to find a second one in the calm Chu family who is as bored as her, and even Sister-in-law Wei Lan will not be idle - her flowers and plants are more important than anything else. Miss Duan is more capable than her, and if there are mistakes and omissions in the accounts of the dart game, she will not be able to escape from her sharp eyes, so she listens to Uncle Wang every day: Qian Daxia directly praised the Duan family girl for being smart, which saved him a lot of brains.

If you think about it, there is one idler.

Sure enough, the black shadow of the slaughter stood by the pool, and without wine it ignited his blood, like a withered eggplant tree. The outline outlined by the morning light only accentuated the evil aura in the ink. Lintan Zhaoying, facing the ugly black face in the pool, can you still feel sorry for yourself?

When it was near, he didn't even look back. There was a burst of ecstasy in her heart, and she pulled out the bamboo sword and slashed at the root of his neck: "Kill!" There was a muffled sound, but she didn't expect the bamboo sword to really hit the root of his neck—the sound was like a sword hitting a stake.

As a result, Xie Jun not only fought back, but also did not speak, and did not even raise his eyelids. Xue Hai almost suspected that this was a wood carving Xie Junhe, who was used by his brother to scare people by standing in the yard. If she hadn't seen the slight redness on the base of her neck, she would have thought so. "Hey, if the real sword is sharpened, Jun and Big Brother will die?"

Xie Junhe grimaced, moved his mouth slightly, and said, "Your brother will let you play like a monkey with a real sword all over the yard?"

"You found out earlier?" In fact, it should also be thought that a swordsman like him, who does not move in the face of something strange behind him, must have already understood the reality behind him. "I hate it!" Bai was happy, Xue Hai raised his sword and poked him in the back, "Bang!" was another muffled sound, so dull that it made people's hearts burn.

"Play elsewhere, I'm not in the mood!" Xie Junhe turned his head slightly, drooped the corners of his mouth, and his sharp gaze swept across her face, extinguishing her innocent hope to the point that there was little left.

"Brother Jun He?" she tugged at his sleeve and squirmed. But at a glance he caught a glimpse of his right hand under his robe—it was clenching the hilt of the sword, so tight that it almost crushed the hilt, so tight that the green tendons on his hand burst out, and he could almost see the blood boiling under his skin—he had hatred in his heart, and the sea of snow suddenly understood. So he stood silently behind him, accompanying him, undisturbed, as he had waited for his brother.