There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 13 Why should we cut the West Window Candle

Los Angeles, Xiaohun Inn.

Outside the window, the drizzle was falling, and it was pitch black. The sound of ding-dong-dong-dong water rolled down from the eaves, just like a jade plate with big and small beads falling down.

He Ping's room is the largest one in the Xiaohun Inn. It is not just a small side room like Fangbie Xueling's, but the decoration inside the room is very simple. A silver hairpin was inserted obliquely, and a pair of small brass scissors was in his hand, carefully cutting the lantern flowers.

The oil lamp uses soybean oil, and the wick of the cotton wick will turn black and carbonized after burning for a long time, making the flame smaller. He Ping cut off the carbonized cotton wick little by little with scissors, and then watched the light of the oil lamp slow down. Slowly brighten up.

She put down the copper scissors in her hand and looked at the rainy night outside the window. The drizzle lingered outside the window like silk, like countless silver spider webs in the dark night.

Tonight is Fang Bie and Lin Xue's first mission.

Moreover, the enemy is much more difficult than originally expected.

In fact, if she was really worried, He Ping should go over there and watch, instead of waiting in the inn with a dimming oil lamp, waiting for a while, and cutting the candle wick once.

But He Ping still sat at the table, looking at the lights and the rain outside the window.

The woman's face was flickering under the lights, her face was picturesque, indifferent and elegant.

"Hey." He Ping said softly to herself: "Every assassin must have the experience of assassinating for the first time."

"If there is a first time, there will be a second time."

"If he died on the road the first time he was assassinated, then it can only prove that he is not suitable for this profession."

"After all, I will be old and I will die too. When the day I get old and I die, no one will be able to take care of him."

"The only person who can take care of him is himself."

"Of course, that girl Lin Xue is very problematic, but I think she looks like a good girl."

"I just hope that she won't do something stupid and put herself in a situation where she can never be restored."

He Ping muttered to herself like this, her voice was very low, she guarded outside the window on a rainy night, leaving a light for the two wanderers outside.

In this way, when they come back, they can see the light at first sight and know that someone is waiting for them.

He Ping likes this feeling very much. When she first went to complete the task, she made a mistake. When she came back, she was covered in blood, and she felt that she might fall on the road.

But when she saw the burning light, she felt the feeling of being waited on, which was really good.

Now that time flies, the person who once left her a lamp has died, and the person who used to stay with her in the dark has died. Although she is not really old yet, she feels that her heart has softened a lot.

Just like now, it's her turn to light the lamps for people, and it's her turn to keep vigil for people.

He Ping pursed her lips, then reached for the copper scissors.

She will be here tonight.

Until the east will be bright.

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Inside the mountain temple, Ning Huaiyuan only felt that his next blow was inevitable.

The sword stabbed out like a rainbow, but the little beggar raised his head, his face full of ignorance and a little panic, and he took a step back.

A sword fell through.

Before Ning Huaiyuan finished his sword move, he immediately changed his move to sweep across, but the little beggar slipped and fell to the ground, the Yinghuo sword immediately swept across the opponent's head two inches above.

Ning Huaiyuan was startled and angry, the soft sword in his left hand rolled out like a silver snake, the edge of the sword twisted, covering the little beggar's whole body in an instant, he fell to the ground, no matter how he tried to dodge, he was under the light of the sword Envelopment, that is to say, is the end of the body fragmented in an instant.

But Ning Huaiyuan never imagined that the little beggar's body seemed to be tied by a rope. He had already fallen to the ground, but he was able to slide straight to the rear, avoiding his own sword.

He slid out a full six feet, as if his body was not a bluestone brick floor, but a slippery ice surface.

Then the whole person stood up strangely, and the whole person felt like a shovel that fell on the ground. As long as someone stepped on the other end of the shovel, the shovel would stand upright by itself.

It's just that it's normal for the shovel to be erected, but when such a large living person is erected in a ghostly manner, it looks extremely terrifying, like a ghost like a god.

The little beggar stood in front of Ning Huaiyuan again, his expression still ignorant: "Who are you scaring?"

He said this without feeling the slightest irony in what he said.

But Ning Huaiyuan himself, now no matter what, he will not regard the little beggar in front of him as a weak chicken who can't do any martial arts. The stab, sweep, and swipe of the soft sword just now would be very difficult for ordinary experts to deal with. What's more, this little beggar is unarmed, but he backs up, slips, and finally slips away in an incomprehensible way. Ning Huaiyuan has never heard of such a similar martial art, but he asked himself, he absolutely can't do it. arrived.

Who is this little beggar?

For a moment, such thoughts could not help covering Ning Huaiyuan's mind.

"May I ask Your Excellency, Gao's name?" Ning Huaiyuan was still holding both swords, and Yue Pingshan had already been hit by the Hanpo silver needle at this time, and he was still nothing to fear. Only this little beggar who thought it was easy to do was left, but under the killer, The opponent responded with such ease, and when he spoke, it was a ridicule that broke through the sky like "who are you scaring?"

But no matter how mocking the other party is, people are in the rivers and lakes, and their lives are hanging by a thread. Ning Huaiyuan was able to make it all the way to the present, relying on being cautious and having a lot of cards, but the little beggar in front of him made Ning Huaiyuan really feel incomprehensible .

"What's your name? I'm a bastard." The little beggar tilted his head and said, his voice was ignorant and innocent.

Goofy?Was Ning Huaiyuan really taken aback?

Where is such a strange name?

Could it be called a dog mongrel?

But where would someone come up with this kind of self-swearing name?

However, Ning Huaiyuan is already a little jealous of this little beggar. If it is luck that the opponent dodges the first time he hurt someone with sword energy, but now that he has stepped forward continuously, the onslaught with seven successes did not even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes. , then things are very wrong.

"This bastard little brother." Ning Huaiyuan said as pleasantly as possible: "I have a grudge against this brother. Once a person enters the rivers and lakes, he can't help himself. Your Excellency and I met by chance. I don't want to increase the number of murders. Besides, Killing a little beggar will also make people in the world laugh."

He said like this: "If the little brother needs this mountain temple to stay overnight, I will let you."

"how?"

Still holding the two swords in his hands, he stood there looking at the little beggar who claimed to be a bastard in front of him, waiting for his answer.

(End of this chapter)