There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 116

On this snow-white silk paper, there is only one bitter word dripping with blood.

When Ningxia saw this big character, she knelt down on the ground in an instant, covered her mouth, and tears flowed silently across her cheeks. A strong sense of vomiting rose and fell in her throat, lingering.

Hei Wu raised his head and looked at Ning Xia: "What happened?"

Ning Xia knelt on the ground, bowed her head, unable to say a word, she could only cover her mouth and weep silently.

Hei Wucong got up from the bed, walked to the table without saying a word, stretched out his hand and pulled off the silk paper with bitter words, and was going to burn it on the candle.

Ning Xia knelt on the ground and shouted loudly: "No!"

Hei Wu stopped his hand.

"No." Ning Xia continued.

Hei Wu looked at Ning Xia: "Since it will bring you such pain."

"I said no." Ning Xia insisted, her voice as cold as ice.

Hei Wu turned around and threw the tissue paper onto Ning Xia's head, then turned around and lay back on the bed.

Ning Xia knelt on the ground and took off the tissue paper from his head with both hands, then squeezed his cherry-colored lips, crumpled the tissue paper with the bitter words written on it, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it bit by bit, tears It couldn't stop flowing from her eyes, but she still insisted on chewing up the whole piece of tissue paper and swallowing it into her stomach.

"I feel disgusting." Hei Wu looked at the ceiling and said coldly.

In the final analysis, silk paper is woven from the silk spit out by spring silkworms, just like ordinary mulberry paper, safe and non-toxic.

But of course normal people would not use this kind of thing as food, after all, the taste is really bad.

And the red writing on it is made by mixing cinnabar and blood.

Ning Xia didn't say a word, knelt on the ground for a long time before saying, "This is part of my destiny."

"I said last time that I will help you kill Misery." Hei Wu said quietly.

"You can't kill him, besides he is good to me." Ning Xia said.

"I don't think he treats you well." Hei Wu sneered.

"I think it's fine." Ning Xia said stubbornly.

Saying this, Ning Xia stood up from the ground and opened another brass pipe: "This is the new Jianghu list."

"Is it the Jianghu list?" Hei Wu looked at the ceiling: "I should be on the list this time."

"Yes, you killed Kong Wu, so you were directly promoted to the 41st place in the Jianghu rankings." Ning Xia said. "Nicknamed the Black Sky Demon God."

"Hei Tian Demon God?" Hei Wu sneered, "That's really easy."

"Where is the old man who is miserable?" Hei Wu asked.

"Because Kongwu passed away, my master's ranking has risen by one, and now I am No. 19." Ning Xia said.

"Then I killed that miserable old man, am I nineteen?" Hei Wu said coldly.

"You are not allowed to talk about this matter again!" Ning Xia looked at Hei Wu, gritted his teeth and shouted, "I didn't save you by asking you to do such a thing."

"Okay." Hei Wu stretched out his hand and covered the quilt: "I'm sleeping."

Ningxia remembered the rankings of the new Jianghu rankings a little bit, because the Jianghu rankings are all famous people who have been famous for a long time. Unless someone dies or is defeated, the ranking of the Jianghu rankings will not change.

The reason why Hei Wu was able to jump directly to 41 was because he was directly involved in killing Kong Wu, an eminent Shaolin monk who had been famous for decades.

But such a thing, in fact, may not be able to encounter one in a year.

"Also, Huashan Shang Jiuge is also on the list." Ning Xia continued.

"Is it the Shang Jiuge I've heard before?" Hei Wu asked calmly after covering him with a quilt.

"There is only one Shang Jiuge in Huashan." Ningxia said, and by the way, he looked at the supplementary information on the list: "Huashan Shang Jiuge swept the Seventeen Pirates of the Yellow River with a single sword and was unscathed, so he entered the list of Jianghu. .”

"It's really a sloppy listing news." Ning Xia smiled: "And it is currently the [-]th on the Jianghu list, the real position at the end of the crane."

"So we will have to watch that guy slowly climb up from the bottom of the list for a long time?" Hei Wu said quietly: "It's really boring to think about it."

"If I do, I don't know if I can kill her by the way."

"That will have to wait until we meet." Ning Xia said coldly: "Master has written a bitter letter to warn me, I need to kill Gou Zazhong as soon as possible, and then return to the Western Regions."

"Take you with me."

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The moonlight is like water, and the shadows of trees dance in the courtyard.

Xue Ling shook her head as she looked at Fang Bie, who was already chopping and practicing sword repeatedly with a wooden sword in her hand under the moonlight.

In front of her was a dim oil lamp, and stacks of thick thread-bound books cast shadows under the oil lamp. They were all the materials she begged Sister Ping to send her from the hive, about all kinds of trifles in the world, and information about celebrities. , and even the customs of various places.

The information on the hive in this regard has always been relatively complete.

Only now did Xue Ling understand why Fang Bie, like Bai Xiaosheng in the Jianghu, knew almost every person in the Jianghu's martial arts, origin, and personality.

Just like the pervasive investigation of Shang Jiuge's movements today, the hive really has a big net that can cover the entire rivers and lakes, projecting everyone's every move on this big net.

So are you also on this network?Every time Xue Ling thought about this question, she felt a sense of dread.

However, at least it should not be there for now. No matter how tight the information of the hive is, it is completed by individual bees. The bigger the prey, the more bees around it.

A small character like Xue Ling, who is even a member of the bee, should not receive much attention.

And how strong is Fang Bie's memory to keep all these in his heart?

Xue Ling didn't know, but she felt more and more how much effort Fang Bie had actually put in under his seemingly calm appearance that he didn't care about everything.

It seems that the boy who swings the sword every night, and his seemingly simple gold silk gloves are actually the finished products that Fang Bie basically worked in front of the forge for half a month.

Xue Ling let out a long sigh.

This operation to exterminate the Seventeen Pirates of the Yellow River is the first time that Fang Bie has completely let her go to plan the route and battle plan. These seem to be very simple, and they are as easy as eating and drinking soup in Fang Bie's hands. It was in front of her that the girl felt truly in a hurry.

She has always understood that there is a big gap between herself and Fang Bie.

But now Xue Ling realizes more that the gap between them is far from martial arts.

Instead, it was completely crushed in all directions.

"I'm really unhappy." Xue Ling murmured as she looked at the small black characters under the oil lamp.

"Yes, I need to get stronger."

"Only by becoming stronger can we be able to help him a little."

The girl smiled and looked at the moonlight outside the window.

"I do not want."

"Be a burden."

(End of this chapter)