There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 31

When Xue Ling walked out of the kitchen with a flushed face, looking at the clear moonlight and starry sky outside, as well as the woman in green who was drinking on the roof, she couldn't help but stamp her feet: "Sister Ping!"

She only called sister Ping, but all the resentment and shame were contained in these two words.

Under the moonlight, He Ping raised her glass to toast Xue Ling, and at the same time said with a smile, "How is it? Does it look good?"

The 29-year-old woman asked the 17-year-old Xue Ling in the moonlight.

Under the moonlight, her face is a beautiful and blurred side face under the light and shadow, and the wine glass in her hand is rippling.

Out of curiosity, Xue Ling nodded: "It looks good."

It was only when Xue Ling said the word "good-looking" that something was wrong, covering her mouth with her hands, she didn't know for a moment why she made such a serious mistake as a matter of course.

At that moment, his face turned red into an apple.

After all, how could such shameless words come out of her own mouth, Xue Ling wanted to tear her mouth apart.

But He Ping just looked at Xue Ling covering her face under the moonlight and smiled calmly: "It's enough to look good."

"Okay, you should go to sleep."

"Although I may not be able to sleep for a while."

Xue Ling trotted all the way out of He Ping's sight. He Ping looked at the back of the girl in her eyes, smiled and shook her head, and then drank the cup to the top.

Continue to sit down and drink alone with Mochizuki.

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When the sound of the watch outside the inn had passed the fourth watch, Fang Bie walked out of the kitchen under the slanting moonlight and saw He Ping who was still drinking on the roof.

He Ping only brought a jug of wine with her, and she didn't have any appetizers, but she was able to use this small jug of wine to drink until she was ugly.

Don't come out until you drink.

If this is also a kind of ability, then He Ping's ability can be regarded as the pinnacle.

"Sister Ping, can't you drink less wine?" Fang Bie looked up at the roof and said helplessly.

"I haven't eaten your rice." He Ping said lightly, while shaking the little wine bottle in her hand.

At best, this wine bottle can only hold a catty of wine, and what He Ping drinks is not the strongest baijiu, but distilled and filtered rice wine, which is much softer in the mouth.

"I'm not bad, don't worry."

"After all, I prefer to be a fool drinking wine under the moon than a fool who is in a daze and thinking about spring under the moon."

Fang Bie sighed.

"Lin Xue, did you call me in?"

He Ping shook her head naturally: "Maybe I just pointed the way?"

What He Ping said was very innocent.

"Lin Xue is a good girl." Fang Bie said.

He Ping nodded: "I also know that Lin Xue is a good girl."

"But not every good girl should push me?" Fang Bie asked back.

He Ping looked at Fang Bie, like an old mother looking at her son: "Are you seventeen?"

"Lin Xue is my partner, and the organization stipulates that partners cannot fall in love." Fang Bie said.

"Rules are the rules of the organization." He Ping said: "But there are exceptions to all rules."

Fang Bie nodded: "But I don't plan to like anyone for the time being."

"Why?" He Ping asked.

"Like means weakness." Fang Bie said with a smile: "I don't want to leave too many weaknesses for this world."

"I protect Lin Xue only because she may be more useful to me, but I will never let myself die just to let her live."

"And the so-called feelings are things that make people do stupid things."

"Wait until the day I am strong enough, maybe I will try to like someone."

"But not now."

Listening to Fang Bie's words, He Ping asked, "Aren't you strong enough now?"

Fang Bie nodded as it should: "Of course not strong enough. There are still many people in this world who can kill me."

He Ping smiled: "It's not much anymore."

Fang Bie shook his head: "A lot."

"For you, I'm afraid there is only one person in this world who can kill you, so you will feel that too right." He Ping asked.

Fang Bie nodded: "Yes, one is enough, and now there are many, many more than one."

"Then what happened to your sword?" He Ping asked.

Fang Bie was silent for a moment: "Still practicing."

"Then I am looking forward to the day when you can practice well." He Ping said.

"You may practice the strongest sword in the world."

"I don't know if it's strong enough." Fang Bie smiled: "But it really takes a long time to practice."

"It's getting late, I'm going to bed," Fang Bie said.

He walked towards his room, and when he reached the door of his side room, he turned his head and looked up at the woman on the roof: "Thank you."

"Shouldn't the grace of saving your life be in your heart, not on your lips?" He Ping tilted her head and said with a smile.

The smile is gentle and sweet.

"I thank Sister Ping for keeping vigil for me till now." Fang Bie said quietly, smiled slightly, then walked into his room and closed the door at the same time.

He Ping shook her head helplessly, raised her hand and yawned, then poured the residual wine in her mouth into her mouth, then jumped from the roof to the yard.

Her shadow in the moonlight.

Straight and slender.

He Ping followed her shadow to her room.

The same steps are calm and straight, each step is stepping on his own shadow, and the shadow does not have the slightest deviation.

It was not obvious at all that she drank wine all night on the roof under the moon.

Only the lonely moon shines in the empty courtyard.

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When Xue Ling woke up the next day, it seemed that nothing happened last night.

As the cook of the Xiaohun Inn, the girl has to get up early every day to process the ingredients, and then wait for Fang Bie to clean and open the store, and He Ping is responsible for the settlement.

Such was the day at the little inn.

When nothing happens, Xiaohun Inn is a calm, small, and clean inn, providing accommodation in ten rooms, three meals in the morning, lunch, and evening, and some simple takeaway services.

This is the usual appearance of the Xiaohun Inn. The people around have gradually become familiar with this inn, which has just been opened for less than half a year, and they are beginning to accept the dishes and tastes inside, and they will also praise the immature and juicy cook for getting better and better. .

Although it is said that as far as the business done behind the scenes of the Xiaohun Inn is concerned, the income from entertaining guests and staying in the hotel alone does not know if there is a profit of ten taels of silver a month.

But Xue Ling really felt that He Ping valued this income very much, very much.

Even Fang Bie's daily cleaning of the waiter is very serious, diligent, and meticulous.

Sometimes Xue Ling felt that Fang Bie was not a normal person at all, he seemed to be whipping himself forward with a whip all the time, self-disciplined, indifferent, and very serious and cautious.

In this way, when the ninth day passed, Xue Ling woke up this morning, and found a pair of gold silk gloves as thin as cicada wings and completely white beside her pillow.

(End of this chapter)