I am the leader of the capital

Not long after, footsteps were heard in the house, and the man who went in to put rice porridge came out. The man was holding a plate in his hand. There were not only rice porridge on it, but also two buns. The man who looked up and looked out the door stumbled one time.

The old threshold squeaked, the middle-aged man tilted the plate in his hand, and the bowl full of rice porridge and two steamed buns slid forward. The man stretched out his hand to grab it, but it was in vain. He caught nothing with his empty hands.

Someone passed by outside the door and saw a bowl of rice porridge and two buns heading straight for the same white boy and girl in the air. It can be predicted that if they can't be stopped in time, there will be a pile of them on the table between the boys and girls. Porcelain bowl fragments and rice porridge buns, in a mess.

However, to passers-by's surprise, the beautiful girl in white didn't move, she just sat there in a state of concentration, her true energy came out through her body and formed an invisible wall to keep out the sundries. The young man opposite her didn't raise her head. , eating buns and drinking rice porridge while looking at the irregular patterns on the table.

Blocked by the wall made of zhenqi, the bowl fell to the ground with a crisp sound and then fell into eighteen pieces. The rice porridge buns were scattered all over the ground, and the passers-by outside the door left in disbelief.

Seeing the rice porridge splashed on the nobleman who couldn't afford to offend Orion, his triangular eyes widened a bit, and he remained in the posture of reaching out to grab the bowl in a daze.

Hearing the voice behind him, the shopkeeper who turned his head saw the rice porridge all over the floor and the frightened Orion, frowned and said, "Why are you so careless, why don't you apologize to the nobleman?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so damn small." Orion, dressed in coarse cloth, walked quickly to Yun Qianyu Yun's tomb student's table, bowed his head and apologized.

Yun Qianyu, who was born in the tomb of Yun, didn't respond and turned a deaf ear to it. The jade-like clothes contrasted with the rough linen clothes of the nodding and bowed man at the table, just like the difference between gods and mountain people. Orion's face was filled with humble terror.

The shopkeeper, who hurried to get the rag, walked to Yun Qianyu's table and squatted down to clean it tremblingly. Seeing Orion standing on the side and getting in the way, he pushed it away, and said with trembling force, "Get out of the way. "

Orion was pushed by the shopkeeper, and he just retreated to the side of the young man who was sitting at the table without even raising his head. After seeing the disdainful Yun Musheng and the indifferent Yun Qianyu, Orion lowered his waist to grab the shopkeeper's hand. rag, kept saying, "I'll clean it up."

The shopkeeper squatting at the table with his head bowed was sweating profusely. The sweat dripping from his forehead disappeared into the splashed rice porridge. Beside him, Orion, who came to Beijing to sell prey, held a rag in his hand, his eyes were uncertain.

Until the floor was almost cleaned, the middle-aged man with increasingly firm eyes seemed to have made up his mind. He slowly reached out to his arms and held the dagger at a low place that was blocked by the table and where the boys and girls could not see.

Orion, who was shaped like a tiger and leopard, turned around suddenly, stabbing the young man in white with the clenched dagger in his hand, and the old shopkeeper sat down on the ground as heartbroken.

The young man in white clothes and silver crown did not move, even the movement of picking up the bowl to drink porridge did not change at all, only a few strands of hair fluttered lightly in the wind.

Seeing that the dagger in his hand was about to be sent into the boy's heart, Orion couldn't understand why he couldn't see the panicked eyes.

"Chong!"

Orion knew the reason when he was two fingers away, because he heard the sound of the sword unsheathing, it was crisp and light, but very cool and sharp, because he could already feel the blood flowing from his neck across the skin. It's numb, itchy, and painful.

"Why guard me?" Orion knew he was going to die, he had seen the sneer on the boy's face long ago, but he had no choice but to give it a go, and he lost in the end, but he still didn't know where he was exposed tells.

The woman didn't even raise her eyes, and said softly: "I am so beautiful, but you didn't look at me, it can only be that you have something else to ask for."

Orion stayed on the spot, he never imagined that he would reveal himself like this, yes, how could someone avoid such a beautiful person, unless he had a ghost in his heart.

"You go, I will let her not kill you."

The young man turned his head slightly, revealing a harmless smile, but it fell into the eyes of Orion, whose cold sweat dripped down his chin and mixed with the blood flowing down his sword.
In the bun shop in the early morning, all the decorations were a bit old, but they were still clean. A few wooden pillars burst into gullies, as if the canyons on the ground had been erected.

On weekdays, he was always smiling when he saw people, and all the Dongxu students knew that the shopkeeper was a kind and kind man, sitting on the ground mixed with rice porridge and broken bowls, trembling with his head in his hands.

He was approached this morning, his three-year-old great-grandson in hand, asking him to do a play for him.

He didn't know why he asked him to help with acting, and he didn't know why the target just happened to come to his shop to eat steamed buns and rice porridge. He was afraid and disturbed and didn't want to harm others, but that little crying sound kept waving in his mind Do not go.

The middle-aged Orion, who kept his forward posture, was frozen there, and his words didn't change just now. The dagger in his hand could almost be sent into the target's heart, but it was just a little bit short.

The girl's sword was not fully unsheathed, only half of it was out, and this half happened to rest on his neck. The blade was so sharp that it would break if he blown his hair. Just holding it, a thin red line appeared on Orion's neck. Drops of blood flowed from the sword, and merged with the sweat dripping from his forehead, rolling and falling onto the bench, splashing blood-colored drops in all directions.

Hearing that the young man let him go, Orion didn't believe it, he didn't believe that the pampered nobleman would let him go after he used his ultimate move, but the sword on his neck didn't make any next move, so he couldn't help but start to move.

He looked fearfully at the young man with a smile in his eyes, and Orion looked at the girl holding the scabbard again. He swore he had never seen such a perfect face in his life. This face was expressionless, unlike ordinary maids. The eyes of the assassin are used to be filled with hatred and anger.

Slowly retracting the dagger in his hand, Orion stepped back a little. This little distance was a long time away from Orion, and all his senses were put on his neck to detect the sword that reflected the light.

The sword that could take his life away at any time just now didn't move a single bit, and the thought of being able to escape this catastrophe bloomed like a flower in Orion's heart.

Staring fixedly at the girl's hand, Orion stepped back a little bit.

The shopkeeper raised his head and stared blankly at this incomprehensible scene, his face full of wrinkles and tears looked a little dirty.

Seeing that the boy and girl on the table hadn't moved, Orion, who took two steps back, finally let go of his heart, took another two steps and retreated to the middle of the bun shop, as far away from the door as the girl's sword.

Orion turned around and ran, kicking down, the vibrations all over his body made the sweat on his face fall like rain. In Orion's eyes, some stones reflecting sunlight on the road outside the house were getting closer and closer, and the beautiful sunlight shone on the stones.

He was a killer, a killer supported by an organization that he didn't even know about. This morning, his superiors found him and asked him to assassinate Young Master Yun who came to Beijing.

Seeing his shock and incomprehension, the higher-ups said that as long as a powerful killer gets close to Yun Musheng, he will be locked by the secret guards of Xueyu Villa. The guard at the office approached Yun Musheng.

So he came, but failed at this time. He had always believed that the moment the killer failed was the moment of death. He was a little happy because the sunlight on the stone was getting closer, and he might not have to die.

Behind him, the shopkeeper looked at the chopsticks that were slowly levitating with fear on his face, and the young man with a sarcastic face turned the chopsticks gently when they fell into his hands, just like a child.

The chopsticks turned faster and faster, but the running figure seemed to be getting slower and slower. The shopkeeper covered his mouth in horror, and he couldn't make any sound. The expression in the eyes of the grinning young man in front of him was so disdainful.

Finally, Orion stepped over the threshold with one foot. He didn't have to die outside the door, but he had to die inside the house, but he couldn't go out after all, because the boy flicked the chopsticks in his hand lightly.

The bamboo chopsticks rolled over slowly in the air and inserted into Orion's neck, crushing the fragile spine and stabbing out from the front of the neck.

"Chong!"

"Stab!"

"Clap!"

Orion lowered his head slowly, watching the blood splattered on the ground with the tip of his chopsticks, he was a little angry, but also a little curious about what the other sound was, so he struggled to turn his head, his eyes fixed on the boy's face.

The young man seemed to be waiting for him to turn around in his spare time, and smiled lightly and said, "Is there really someone who thinks that Yun Musheng can get away with it after messing with me?"

Seemingly understanding the anger in the man's eyes, the high-ranking young master of Xueyu Villa sneered, "I told her not to kill you because I wanted to do it myself, and besides, she has other people to kill."

The dying Orion's eyes were cracked, and he felt the humiliation of being teased. He wanted to kill him, but he couldn't move his feet, and he couldn't even curse, because a chopstick that had turned red went through The only thing he can do is to see who that stunning woman is going to kill, is it the shopkeeper?

He struggled to move his gaze away from the boy's face that he would never forget when he was a ghost, and landed on the girl's sword. The girl's sword pierced through the wall and pierced someone's body. He remembered that every time he went out on a mission, someone was watching him. , Orion felt that it would be good if the person who killed him was given the leader of his character, and let him die, then he would die with him.

"thump!"

The struggling figure in front of the door fell down, carrying his unwillingness and resentment.

The shopkeeper looked at the gaze cast on him, and his heart calmed down. He was scared to death, but when he really faced it, he felt relaxed, and it was just a death.

Following the sound of the sword being pulled out from the wooden wall, the stunning Yun Qianyu looked carefully at the blood-stained sword.

The son drank porridge, the beauty looked at the sword, and the harmony was in a mess.

Finally, the boy finished the last mouthful of porridge in the bowl, put the bowl away, stood up, looked coldly at the shopkeeper who was slumped on the ground, and walked out.

The woman who got up did not put the sword into the sheath, looked at the shopkeeper lightly, and said in a crisp voice without any trace of emotion: "You cooperate with others to kill my most important person, how do you think I should take revenge on you?"

The shopkeeper was taken aback for a moment, then got up and knelt down in a panic when he came back to his senses, knocking his head on the ground with a bang. I know what I'm asking for, and I only ask for my life to pay for the crime, and the disaster will not hurt my family.

The girl holds the sword in both hands and raises it high, like an executioner on the execution ground, kneeling at the feet of a sinner begging for forgiveness.The tall figure kicked the shopkeeper's shoulder away, the sword in his hand did not swing down, but let the sword fall freely after letting go.

The falling sword pierced the old man's leg and was nailed to the ground. The woman drew out her sword and walked out of the steamed stuffed bun shop after saying a few words. The old shopkeeper rolled on the ground in pain, but he couldn't stop saying thank you.