There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 411

Torrential rain.

Bean-sized raindrops formed a single piece outside the window, like a rain curtain, splashing down on the stagnant water on the street, only the yellowed water splashed everywhere.

Under the eaves, Sheng Junqian was slowly sipping a bowl of rice wine alone.

A plate of fennel beans was on hand.

A sip of wine, a piece of fennel beans, except that he didn't give out nine cents, Sheng Junqian looked very much like the man in the long gown standing and drinking.

This is not Los Angeles.

This is the county seat of Song County.

The place where Sheng Junqian is located is also the largest inn in Song County.

It's called Ruyi Inn.

"Mr. Sheng." A timid voice came from behind Sheng Junqian.

Sheng Junqian turned around and saw the innkeeper's daughter looking at him in the room: "You're drinking again."

"What else can you do without drinking on a rainy day?" Sheng Junqian smiled.

He has been here for ten days.

In the past ten days, apart from drinking, there was only killing.

Don't make it very clear about what happened in Los Angeles, there is no room for him to get involved.

"It depends on your strength in the second place in the world rankings." These are the original words Fang Bie said.

Sheng Junqian didn't even have room to refute, so he was very angry.

But Fang Bie still gave him another task, another important task.

That is to come to Song County and kill some people who want to leave Song County.

Then kill some people who want to come to Song County.

Of course, the legend of Immortality is still circulating in Song County, but there are not too many fanatics, because no one has heard the news of Immortality for too long.

But the Crock Pot Temple is still there.

A monk and a Taoist priest died in the Crock Temple.

This was originally something that could not be hidden.

What Fang Bie wanted was to keep this matter a secret for as long as possible.

So Sheng Junqian was used.

"Do you want me to drink with you?" The innkeeper's daughter stood there and looked at him timidly.

The eyes blinked in a panic, and the dark pupils were somewhat agile.

This little girl is only 17 years old, and she is considered slim and charming.

as well as.

Sheng Junqian knows.

She likes herself.

Sheng Junqian shook his head, picked up the wine bowl, and saluted the little girl from afar.

"I can drink alone."

Saying this, Sheng Junqian drank a full bowl of wine in one gulp.

Of course - if it is rice wine, it is not intoxicating.

Sheng Junqian could drink a jar in one breath.

This bowl is of course no problem.

Damn it!

Sheng Junqian cursed in his heart.

How can I say this, I used to be the [-]th in the top list. How did you become the tail of the crane when it came to your mouth?

To be sent here, but also to be liked by the little girl.

I don't like little girls, do you understand?

The little girl bit her lower lip lightly: "My father said that drinking alone is not good for your health."

The little girl's name is Xie Ru.

It is not called Ruhua nor Wanru.

She is Xie Ru.

It's actually a pretty good name.

But Sheng Junqian is not the kind of person who likes little girls.

He would rather go to the brothel to spend a lot of money and be in a daze with those girls in the brothel than to have anything to do with these innocent girls.

Because it is really troublesome.

Also because.

Maybe he won't be here after tonight.

May never come back.

Sheng Junqian stuffed a fennel bean into his mouth.

Crushed.

The aroma of beans rippling in the mouth a little bit.

"What do you like about me, should I change my career?" Sheng Junqian said seriously.

Xie Ru was startled, then jumped up and hid in the back room, like a frightened rabbit.

Well, for her, Sheng Junqian broke the window paper, which made her very ashamed and angry.

Sheng Junqian sighed.

Pick up the wine bowl.

empty.

Pick up the wine jar.

Also empty.

Sheng Junqian wanted to greet the waiter in the shop to bring another jar of wine, and then remembered that Xie Ru had basically entertained him these two days.

I can only put down the wine bowl sullenly.

It was pouring rain outside the window.

……

……

Without wine, he could only watch the heavy rain outside the window. There was no room for Sheng Junqian to intervene in the battle against Ning Huan in Luo City, and this place was just right for him, so Sheng Junqian also came.

In fact, Mr. Sheng is not that picky. He has killed a lot of people these days, and he may kill more people, but Song County is really a small place, and the county town is small and dilapidated. In three days, he took ten taels of gold and went out to look for flowers and willows, but he left in good spirits and returned disappointed.

Because the fireworks in Willow Alley here really made Mr. Sheng not interested.

So when I'm free, I really can only drink.

At this moment, a man wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat came out of the window in the heavy rain, and the raindrops rolled down from his coir raincoat. He raised his eyes in the rain, and looked at Sheng Junqian on the window sill of the inn.

Then raise your hand and quietly throw a wax pellet upward.

The white wax shot arced and fell into the window, dribbled and swirled on the floor and stopped.

Sheng Junqian sighed and bent down to build up the wax pill.

Crush it, and inside is a note.

A location, two names, and a general description of appearance and clothing were written on the note.

Sheng Junqian read the note three times, making sure to keep the content in his heart, then stood up, lit the note on the oil lamp on the table, and watched it turn into ashes little by little at his fingertips.

The oil lamp in Sheng Junqian's room was always on, because he had no shortage of oil money.

Secondly, it was because he had been waiting for this letter all the time.

Sheng Junqian finished burning the note, then stood up, lifted the Baiduan knife from the head of the bed and hung it on his waist, then pushed the door and went downstairs.

Heavy rain falls on Youyan.

So the inn was empty and there was no one there.

"Shop, do you have any coir raincoats?" Sheng Junqian asked the boss who was dozing off behind the counter.

The boss was shocked, and then nodded: "It's raining so hard, the guest officer wants to go out?"

Sheng Junqian nodded, and calmly revealed the black knife at his waist.

"Ah."

In fact, from the beginning to the end, Sheng Junqian did not hide his identity as a Jianghu person. This black knife is like a symbol, warning everyone to stay away from him.

But by chance, there is a little girl who doesn't have long eyes, but she wants to get close to her.

Probably, for those little girls, such a self is really charming and handsome.

What do you like about me? Should I change my career?

If people like the feeling of a prodigal son, they like this kind of weather-beaten maturity and uninhibitedness.

Then Sheng Junqian really couldn't change it.

He can only choose not to provoke.

It's not the first time the boss has seen this black knife, but if he goes out on a rainy day with a knife but no umbrella, it must be for killing people.

The boss rummaged under the counter, and then found a somewhat old coir raincoat and hat, and put it on the counter.

Sheng Junqian took it, put it on in the lobby, and turned to go out.

It was raining heavily outside.

Sheng Junqian stood outside the door.

"I'll be back when I go."

The boss was noncommittal.

Sheng Junqian went out, and at this moment, Xie Ru ran out of his room and looked at the man in the rain.

"Do not change!"

"Just come back!"

Sheng Junqian sighed.

no answer.

Walked straight into the rain.

The rain falls along the bamboo hat and coir raincoat.

(End of this chapter)