There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 7

The moonlight is quiet, He Ping and Fang Bie look at each other under the moonlight,

Fang Bie, who was standing, and He Ping, who was sitting on the roof, cast shadows under the moonlight.

"That's why I'm curious." He Ping looked at Fang Bie: "Why didn't you kill her?"

"Obviously, you are such a cautious person who is afraid of death."

Fang Bie raised his lips and smiled: "Because I'm not sure, the next one will be better than Lin Xue."

He Ping shook her head: "Another excuse."

Fang don't look at He Ping: "Can't this work?"

He Ping seriously shook her head: "No, although Lin Xue is very good."

"But." He Ping's brown eyes shone slightly under the moonlight: "She might let you die."

Fang Bie nodded: "I really don't like uncertain factors by my side."

"But no matter if I kill her or tell her to go back, she will die." Fang Bie reached out and tapped his temple: "Since she can become my bee wing, why don't we take her for a ride first?"

"I didn't know you were such a soft-hearted person." He Ping said with a chuckle.

"It's as if after I got to know you, I couldn't imagine how you felt when you took the seven-year-old me away in that flood." Fang Bie said, "But now I know."

He Ping looked up and looked at Fang Bie: "Then tell me?"

"That's right, I know it's very troublesome, and my heart is already hardened." Fang Bie said.

"But for a moment, someone hit the softest part of the center."

"That's why I made that decision."

"as well as."

Fang Bie looked at He Ping: "You just didn't kill her, didn't you?"

He Ping smiled.

Smile like a flower.

"Because I like her very much."

The retired assassin said with a smile.

"Tomorrow is your first mission. It seems simple, but it is actually unusual. Be careful."

Fang Bie nodded: "Well, I know."

Under the moonlight, master and apprentice clink glasses and drink to the brim.

……

……

At noon the next day, it was cloudy and rainy.

Pedestrians on the bluestone streets of Los Angeles walked in the drizzle holding oil-paper umbrellas, and ripples appeared on the surface of the stagnant water.

Although the sky was sunny yesterday, today's rainy weather has nothing to do with yesterday's sunny day.

Xiaohun Inn, a man wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat walked into the inn and sat down by the window: "Where is the buddy?"

Fang Bie leaned forward, and asked in the same tone as usual: "This guest officer, do you want to stay in the hotel or not?"

If it is normal, there is no such question, after all, it is noon at this time, but if it is raining, it is normal to choose to stay in the hotel for rest.

After all, it's okay in the city. If you go out of the city, the official road will be muddy and difficult.

The man raised his head and glanced at Fang Bie, looking at this handsome young man who was covered in black cloth as the mistress. This man was obviously blind, but he was still acting as usual in the lobby full of tables, chairs and benches, which made him quite concerned. The other diners in the lobby looked as if they were used to it, and felt that they were making a fuss, so they couldn't help laughing at themselves.

Ning Huaiyuan took off the hat and put it on the corner of the table. He has big eyes, looks quite heroic, and is considered tall. Through the dripping hat, one can see a long sword inlaid with rubies at his waist.

Fang Bie had already seen his portrait, but his expression remained unchanged at this moment.

"What special dishes do you have here? Feel free to serve them up." Ning Huaiyuan said in a calm tone without any hostility.

Fang Bie turned around: "This guest officer, I want a bowl of muddled noodles."

Ning Huaiyuan was instantly dumbfounded: "What noodles?"

Fang Bie replied seriously: "Confused noodles."

"Didn't I want to specialize in dishes?" Ning Huaiyuan was stunned.

"Confused noodles are our specialty." Fang Bie introduced seriously: "Don't look at the name, it's actually white noodles boiled with miscellaneous grains. Jianti, our shop is a small business, so the noodles sell the fastest, we boiled a whole pot behind us, and if you want it, I will give you a bowl."

"Don't be confused with noodles!" No matter how good-tempered Ning Huaiyuan was, he couldn't stand Fang Bie's serious introduction: "If you have cooked beef, cut two plates first, serve with two bowls of rice wine, and bring me ten more fires, I'll eat it." Finished with dry food and set off on the road.”

The slaughter of farm cattle was prohibited in the Great Zhou Dynasty, but beef is still sold in various inns, but generally it is cooked old yellow beef, the meat quality is rough, and the price is also high.

"Okay, the beef is good, cut two plates for this guest officer." Fang Bie sang loudly, and at the same time, he went to the wine cabinet to make two bowls of rice wine for Ning Huaiyuan. Rice wine is undistilled fermented wine, only Simple filtration, so the color of the wine is yellow, and its alcohol content is not high. It is also a wine that is often brewed in the usual village brewing. The price is not high, but it has a lot of stamina.

"Your wine, may I ask the guest officer where are you going?" Fang Bie said with a smile, seemingly talking casually, calmly.

"Don't inquire so much, be careful with your tongue." Ning Huaiyuan said, he picked up the wine bowl, looked at the liquor in it, first leaned closer to smell the wine, and then pushed it to Fang Bie: "Your reward, you first Drink a sip."

Fang Bie looked at the bowl of slightly yellow wine rippling in the bowl, and smiled apologetically, "This wine was ordered by you, how can I have the nerve to drink it?"

Ning Huaiyuan looked at Fang Bie calmly, and put the sword at his waist on the table with a clang: "I'll let you drink."

The Great Zhou Dynasty did not prohibit civilians from carrying weapons, and because of the prosperity of martial arts, almost every household has a little kung fu. After all, retreat can prolong life and protect oneself as much as possible. Therefore, whenever possible, they will learn those three or five moves. .

However, the long sword that Ning Huaiyuan put on the table has a simple and elegant shape, and the ruby ​​on the sword grid is shining brightly, obviously it is not ordinary.

"Shouldn't the guests be so angry?" Fang Bie smiled: "You want a small drink, if you don't mind the dirty one, then just take a sip of the small one."

Saying this, Fang Bie took out a small celadon bowl from his bosom, put it on the table, poured out half of each from the two bowls of rice wine and put them together, then drank the bowl with both hands.

Ning Huaiyuan just sat on the chair and watched Fang Bie drink a full bowl without shaking his body: "You can drink well, you kid, go and see if the beef is ready."

Saying this, he picked up a bowl and drank half a sip, apparently after driving for a long time in the rainy day, he was already quite thirsty.

As for Fang Bie, with Ning Huaiyuan's permission, he walked through the lobby and walked all the way to the kitchen. In the kitchen, Xue Ling was cutting beef. Seeing Fang Bie coming in, he raised his head and asked, "How is it?"

Fang Bie had restrained the flattering expression on his face at this time, looked at Xue Ling's hand cutting the beef, and said calmly: "Cut it for me, don't ask me anything else, I'll make a dipping sauce for the guest."

While speaking, Fang Bie dipped his hands into the water, and quickly wrote two words on Xue Ling's chopping board. Xue Ling glanced lightly, and saw that the two words were written:

"fake."

Xue Ling couldn't help but looked up in surprise, and saw that Fang Bie was already holding a garlic pounder, pounding garlic juice there.

The expression is like an old monk in meditation.

(End of this chapter)