There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 15 Who's New Yan Pecking Spring Mud

There was still the sound of rain dripping outside the mountain temple. Xue Ling looked at Fang Bie who was calmly disposing of the corpse in front of him, and couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

"Corpse powder." Fang Bie said succinctly.

"Corpse powder?" Xue Ling repeated incredulously, "Does this thing really exist?"

"I thought it didn't exist at first, but if things like martial arts can exist, it's not unacceptable for the existence of corpse powder." Fang Bie replied lightly, as it should be: "But the principle is that it should be done with flesh and blood. The intense oxidation-reduction reaction is equivalent to low-intensity combustion, but its formula is indeed interesting, and it is convenient to carry, but it is a bit dangerous."

The boy's next words are a bit like talking to himself.

Ning Huaiyuan's corpse was still bubbling on the ground. Apart from the slightly unpleasant smell, his remnant body was really disappearing little by little.

Xue Ling hummed, and before she could say anything, Fang Bie handed over an iron box with a wristband: "Here, this is your trophy."

"Mine?" Xue Ling was stunned, looking at the iron box. It has a shiny silver metal wristband, which can be easily worn on the wrist, but the iron box is completely closed, so Xue Ling didn't touch it for a while. Know what this is.

"what is this?"

"You can call it a Rolex if you're happy." Fang Bie smiled and said, "But this is the soft sword used by Ning Huaiyuan. When not in use, the blade is hidden in this iron box and can be worn on the Carry it close to your wrist."

"And when you need a sneak attack, you only need to use a specific technique to flick it out, killing the enemy by surprise, and the blade of the soft sword is both sharp and soft. It is a very rare and strange weapon. Women carry even more It works wonders."

Xue Ling listened to the hypnotic appearance of Fang Don't talk about it, and at that moment she was really moved. After all, she didn't play a big role in this assassination, but she got such a precious weapon - Xue Ling is also knowledgeable Yes, she has never heard of or seen such a weapon before, but it is extremely delicate and powerful.

"How could Ning Huaiyuan have such a thing?" Xue Ling couldn't help asking.

Is this Ning Huaiyuan really just a Huashan disciple?

"Probably." Fang Bie looked at Ning Huaiyuan's gradually disappearing body, and sighed softly, "Probably, he must be an ambitious man."

"Although his swordsmanship is all Huashan swordsmanship, but it has the meaning of mixing hundreds of schools. Luojiao's cold soul silver needle, Momen's burning blood skill, he doesn't know how many places he has learned so messy. Martial arts..."

But he was so powerful, but died under your hands?Xue Ling looked at the calm-looking young man in front of him, Fang Bie didn't have any intention of putting gold on his face, even the description was indifferent.

"This Ning Huaiyuan, if he didn't meet us, would he probably become a very powerful character?" Xue Ling asked tentatively.

"Who knows?" Fang Bie said, "After all, no matter how far away the future is, who knows?"

"But when a person dies, all possibilities will disappear, all dreams and all futures will become nothing."

When Fang Bie said these words, he had inexplicable emotion: "It's as if Ning Huaiyuan never thought that I would bring a set of wire mesh to kill him, and I don't know where I will die in this world .”

"However." Fang Biehui turned his head, looked at Xue Ling's face, and said seriously: "If we can not die, we should try our best not to die."

"Because it's a really beautiful thing to be alive."

Xue Ling nodded half-understood. In front of him was an assassin who was dedicated to taking lives, but he cherished life so much. This feeling made Xue Ling a little weird.

"That's right." Xue Ling looked at Yue Pingshan who was still unconscious at his feet. His junior brother who fell in love with each other had already turned into a faint blue smoke and rose to the sky. So how should this senior brother deal with it?

Although Xue Ling didn't want to kill him deep down, it still depended on Fang's other intentions.

After the previous battle, Xue Ling had to trust this assassin who often felt that there was something wrong with him—because there was something wrong with him, but he was still really good.

"What should I do with this one?" When she said this, Xue Ling looked at Fang Bie's hands with some guilt, his white hands were empty.

But Xue Ling clearly remembered that Fang Bie was very handsome when he sprinkled corpse powder.

Although he looked embarrassed by the smell of corpse powder.

"How else can I deal with it?" Fang Bie smiled, with a clean and warm smile.

He seems to be the same person all the time, making people feel invisible, as if Xue Ling followed him into the clean and mint-smelling room, but when he changed hands, he held Xue Ling against him with a short knife Same on the wall.

"We only kill mission targets and only cut off valuable heads."

"He is not within the scope of our assassination."

"But." Xue Ling bit her lips: "Didn't he see you?"

"Is there?" Fang Bie smiled: "He obviously saw only a beggar called a bastard."

"Does it have nothing to do with us?"

……

……

When Yue Pingshan woke up the next day, he felt dizzy and aching in his head.

The sun shines through the cracks in the house and shines on the blue brick floor.

There are chirping insects outside the temple.

He opened his eyes and saw the girders and vaults of the mountain temple, which were a little blackened by smoke, and the lonely swallow's nest on the girders.

Has the swallow come back yet?

He turned his head sideways, and on the blue brick and stone ground, there was only a pile of embers from a campfire.

where is thiswho I am?What should I do?

The three questions about philosophy flooded Yue Pingshan's mind instantly.

He sat up from the ground with difficulty, and saw that his Yinghuo Sword was lying on the ground, and the ruby ​​on the hilt was shining brightly.

Seeing this sword, countless memories flooded up in an instant.

Last night, the brothers who were fighting wine and eating meat by the bonfire, the swords facing each other in the blink of an eye, Ning Huaiyuan's sharp and weird soft sword, Luo Jiao's cold soul silver needle, and the demon's burning blood skill, so many things he has never seen before. When the hole card was turned out from the junior who usually didn't see anything unusual, Yue Pingshan felt a chill down his spine at that moment.

Why am I still alive?

He thought of this, and then the little beggar who rushed into the mountain temple couldn't help but come to mind.

is it him?

Yue Pingshan thought that the other party easily avoided Ning Huaiyuan's three life-threatening swords with incredible movements, and forced Ning Huaiyuan to make peace with him.

after?I can't remember anything after that.

But there is no doubt that he was saved by this hidden beggar hero.

What's the name of that hero?

Goofy?

Correct!

Mixed things.

He looked at the mountain god with a broken arm in the mountain temple, and his mood flew for a moment, and he couldn't help himself.

After a long time, he landed on his knees and bowed respectfully on the ground.

"Huashan Yuepingshan, kneel down and thank the hero Gou Zazhong for saving his life."

The blue bricks shattered under his head, making a crisp sound.

A black swallow flew in from the opening of the mountain temple and landed in the swallow's nest at the girder.

Chirp cried out.

(End of this chapter)