There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 18

There is silence in this stone temple built in the wind and sand.

Only the whistling sound brought by the wind in the hallway.

The graceful black-haired woman raised her head in disbelief: "Brother is dead?"

"How could he die? Isn't it often said that bad people live for thousands of years?"

When I looked up, I saw this woman with a high nose and deep eyes, a deep and delicate face, just like a woman from the Western Regions, with a graceful figure, she looked only 21 or [-] years old.

"Sometimes bad people don't live for a thousand years." The miserable old man hissed and said with a smile.

"Although that traitor is not a big deal, but he died in the Central Plains for no reason, but I can't swallow this breath."

"I plan to go to the Central Plains."

"You take care of your home here, Ningxia."

As soon as these words came out, Ning Xia stepped forward and knelt down on the ground with a thud: "No way, Master, you still have old wounds on your body, and those Han people in the Central Plains are treacherous and cunning by nature, if something goes wrong, the apprentice will never be redeemed. "

The sad old man raised his head and looked at Ningxia who was kneeling on the ground playfully. The woman's body was wrapped in a soft gauze and laid out a beautiful arc on the gravel palace ground: "Could it be that Ningxia wants to take a trip instead of the teacher?"

Ning Xia bowed his head and knelt on the ground: "If Master allows."

The miserable old man laughed loudly, shaking the palace so that the sand kept falling down.

"Let me teach you another exercise as a master."

Ning Xia raised her head in surprise and called out to Master.

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In the land of the Central Plains, the spring is warm and flowers are blooming in Luocheng.

After the Qingming Festival, the breath of late spring gradually became stronger, but the Xiaohun Inn was still open every day as usual, getting up early and closing at night, everything went naturally.

The people of Los Angeles have gradually become familiar with this inn with a strange name, and they also know that in this inn there is a beautiful proprietress who hardly shows up all day long, a young lady cook who is tender, and a waiter who runs the hall with quick hands and feet. The whole inn is well organized. Although the meals are simple, they are not unpalatable.

Although the room is simple, it is really clean.

As a result, the business of Xiaohun Inn gradually improved.

As for the mission to assassinate Ning Huaiyuan last time, it has already passed. The secret book that Ning Huaiyuan left behind is not the legendary Zixia Magic Art. For Ning Huaiyuan's pursuit.

That cheat book is actually just a Huashan sword manual, which is quite high-level. It is a sword manual for the violent wind and fast sword. It is quite powerful, but it is quite cumbersome to practice. Only the basics of swordsmanship can be practiced.

Xue Ling looked at it twice and was not interested, but Fang Bie took it and looked at it for a few days, then threw it back again.

But up to now, what Xue Ling has seen Fang Bie practice is still the boring and boring sword swing every night, and he has never seen any redundant movements.

But in the same way, after Ning Huaiyuan's battle, Xue Ling dared not underestimate Fang Farewell no matter what.

After all, he really used the strength equivalent to a ninth-rank warrior to forcibly manipulate Ning Huaiyuan, a powerful third-rank master, into his hands, and finally killed people invisible.

In addition, the soft sword called Rolex that Fang Bie sent was worn by Xue Ling all the time recently, but the practice is really very difficult, because the soft sword depends on the flick of the wrist when it is shot, and even if it can be used in the soft sword Infused with internal force in the sword, it is very difficult to make smooth sword moves.

For this reason, when Xue Ling complained to Fang Bie, Fang Bie told Xue Ling that the most important thing to practice this kind of strange weapon was to be willing to work hard and work hard.

For example, when I still have fingers, I like this kind of soft sword very much.

As soon as these words came out, Xue Ling was so angry that she almost turned around and left.

But walking is impossible. Xue Ling has already gotten used to the life of being a cook. In fact, the world is more real than Xue Ling imagined.

She is now the hive's assassin, and she has just participated in the killing of Ning Huaiyuan, a master whose strength far exceeded expectations.

But every day, there were not so many fights and swords, Xue Ling had to deal with firewood, rice, oil and salt every day, and Emei swordsmanship was used to peel radishes.

But I have to say, when the diners praised Xue Ling's radish for its thin and white skin, Xue Ling was actually a little bit happy?

With a flick of a finger, a few months have passed, and Xue Ling sometimes thinks——isn't it good if you can always be such an assassin?

Of course only sometimes.

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Changqing Bathhouse is the largest bathhouse in Los Angeles.

Because it is not convenient to take a hot bath in Xiaohun Inn—after all, as a little cook, Lin Xue can't use the agarwood barrel to take a bath, and even if she can, she can't fit the bathhouse in her ear room.

So it can only be washed in the yard of Xiaohun Inn?

In this way, instead of practicing sword here, Xue Ling takes a bath there.

It can only be said that this picture is so beautiful that I dare not look at it.

So, every half a month, Xue Ling would come to the Changqing bathing place to take a bath without hesitation.

Use your own monthly money of four silver coins.

Changqing bathing place can be regarded as a hot spring bathing place tentatively. There are separate baths for men and women, and there are also separate bathrooms.

Relatively speaking, private rooms are definitely more expensive than those in the lobby.

What Xue Ling wanted was a private room.

Putting the clothes into the wooden bucket and immersing her body in the warm spring water, Xue Ling looked up at the ceiling painted with colorful murals above her head, feeling the comfort and coziness emanating from her limbs.

At that moment, Xue Ling felt that she had regained the feeling of that noble girl named Xue Ling from Jin Yiwei.

But—I might never go back.

It always takes a long, long time for a girl to take a bath.

But Xue Ling didn't need that long.

She only soaked in the hot spring for half an hour, then got up, put on a loose white linen bathrobe, barefoot, and gently pushed on the wall of the hot spring bath, a dark secret passage appeared there.

The girl had already locked the door of the bathroom cubicle. Usually, no matter how daring someone is, they would not break into a bathroom that was being used by a female guest.

This passage is dark and long.

But Xue Ling's footsteps were silent, like the calmest and most agile cat.

At the end of the dark passage, there is another door.

Xue Ling stood in front of the door, her hair was wet, and she was only wearing a loose white linen bathrobe. She raised her index and middle fingers and knocked on the door.

Three long and three short.

Three short and three long.

The door creaked open, only a dim candle was burning inside.

This is a thirty-foot underground, the so-called upper poor green down to the underworld.

Here is Huangquan.

Xue Ling walked into the room and saluted the thin old man with his back to her.

"Xue Ling, a hundred households of Jinyiwei, pay my respects to Mr. Zou."

(End of this chapter)