There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 8 Famous Discarded Disciples of the Huashan School

Xue Ling slashed at the beef.

Although it was said that she was not good at cooking, and He Ping complained about putting less salt next time, it was just that Xue Ling's own taste was a little bit stronger.

Besides, taking a step back, even if Xue Ling's cooking skills are really bad, the girl's knife skills are really not good.

Just like now, although there is only a piece of cooked five-spice old yellow beef in hand, the sliced ​​beef is still as thin as paper and as bright as a mirror, and it is properly surrounded by a bright red peony flower on the plate.

But Xue Ling looked at the word "fake" and Fang Bie who was poking garlic juice expressionlessly, and was unable to say anything.

Although she knew she shouldn't talk nonsense at this time.

But as a bee wing, she generally does not engage in front-line combat missions, which means that she has to know the details of the entire mission, the intelligence of the mission target, and the minutiae of the retreat route.

If Fang Bie is the sharp sword, then Xue Ling is the one who maintains the sword.

In extreme cases, I am afraid that even self-recommended pillow seats are not impossible.

And according to the intelligence, Ning Huaiyuan, an abandoned disciple of the Huashan School, came to the Xiaohun Inn at noon today. Now the person in the lobby is right no matter the time, shape or even the sword in his hand. Isn't the next step an assassination?

Anyway, Xiaohun Inn is his own territory, with the right time, place and people.

But why don't you say it's a fake?

Where is the fake?Why can't I see it?

Xue Ling said in her heart.

And beside his ears, Fang Bie's voice sounded unhurriedly: "Is the beef slice ready?"

Xue Ling looked up and saw that Fang Bie had already made the garlic juice, so she reached out and asked her for beef.

Xue Ling could only put two plates of Dengying beef on the plate and pass them to Fang Bie. Fang Bie also poured bright red chili oil on top of the garlic juice he had pounded, and put it on the corner of the tray. When he reached out to pick it up, , but found that Xue Ling did not let go.

Fang Bie raised his head to look at this young girl. Her hair was covered with a turban to prevent her hair from falling into the food. Her hands were slender but greasy. After all, she had cut beef by pressing it. She didn't look like an assassin at all, she really looked like cook.

"Are you sure?" Xue Ling opened her mouth and asked softly.

There was a smile on the corner of Fang Bie's mouth: "Of course."

Xue Ling let go and let Fang not take the plate of beef away. He walked briskly, and his voice sang far from the lobby to the kitchen: "Two plates of cooked beef, please take it slow."

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The guest, suspected to be Ning Huaiyuan, ate a plate of beef, two bowls of rice wine, and two fires, then packed the other eight fires and a plate of beef, turned around and paid for it, and it was only four quarters in the afternoon.

After the guests leave, don't do everything as usual, continue to greet the guests to stay in the store, keep delivering meals from Xue Ling's kitchen, serve tea and water, and be extremely busy until it closes at Xushi, don't extinguish the lanterns under the signboard, put down the door panel It was time for dinner at Xiaohun Inn.

The dinner at Xiaohun Inn is always simple, with two meat and two vegetables, four dishes and one soup. The staple food is unlimited steamed buns or fire, and sometimes steamed white rice, but occasionally.

Fortunately, both Xue Ling and Fang Bie He Ping are basically northerners who are so-so and are used to pasta.

It is also because the monthly money of the Xiaohun Inn was extremely limited, but the advantage is that the inn, including food and lodging, can turn this limited monthly money into pure pocket money, not a necessary expense for survival.

When Xue Ling brought the dishes to the table, He Ping was already sitting at the top of the square table in the lobby, Fang Bie sat on the other side, Xue Ling sat down, and first served He Ping a bowl of egg drop soup—even though Xue Ling was at home She had never done such an errand to serve others, but the girl kept her identity in mind, so she never showed any flaws.

"Why did you give up on Ning Huaiyuan's assassination today?" Before Xue Ling could speak, He Ping asked.

Xue Ling was a little surprised, but there were only the three of them here. Although the bee guide did not participate in specific actions, He Ping, the bee guide, was not only the only way for the two of them to contact their superiors, but also the only direct leader. The proprietress of the Soul Inn, she sees everything that happens here, so she can't ignore it.

"Because it's a fake." Fang Bie said calmly.

"How do you know?" He Ping asked.

"I remember when Sister Ping taught me that the most important thing to be an assassin is not to complete the goal, nor to retreat smoothly after completing the goal." Fang Bie ate the fried egg and garlic sprouts made by Xue Ling with chopsticks, as if nothing had happened. said:

"It's about finding the right target."

"It's like if an assassin either chooses to assassinate the client's target or choose to assassinate the client, in this case, the mission will not fail."

The young man spoke slowly on the table, Xue Ling watched him chatting about the dishes on the table, and hurriedly grabbed the dishes from him, and at the same time listened to what he had to say.

Regarding today's sudden abandonment of the mission, Xue Ling is very strange, but after all, the other party is a bee needle and has the final right to refuse the mission.

But in the same way, after refusing, he has to convince the other party in front of the bee guide so that he will not be punished.

"This time the salt is a little less." Fang Bie suddenly looked at Xue Ling and said.

The girl's face turned red instantly, but He Ping opened her mouth in time to make a rescue: "I told her to use less salt in cooking in the future, this girl has a strong taste."

"Go on with your story."

Fang Bie shook his head, picked up two slices of vinegared cabbage next to him, and continued: "In short, if you kill the wrong target, not only will you not be rewarded, but the real target will also escape from life, which will ruin your reputation and ruin your reputation." This is the greatest failure."

"Then how do you know that Ning Huaiyuan is fake?" Xue Ling couldn't help but said, but she felt a little guilty inside.

After all, if the real Ning Huaiyuan is fake, then what is he?

"Because Ning Huaiyuan is an abandoned disciple of the Huashan School." Fang Bie said quietly, "Although I know that the most famous abandoned disciple of the Huashan School is Linghu Chong..."

"Who is Linghu Chong?" Xue Ling couldn't help asking.

The most famous Huashan sect abandoner?Why hasn't she heard of it herself?

"I saw it in a very strange book of strange heroes, the name seems to be called Xiaoao Jianghu." Fang Bie explained solemnly: "Anyway, let's talk about this Ning Huaiyuan first. According to the information, he killed his fellow disciples. Then he defected and went down the mountain. The Huashan faction set up a net in Shaanxi, but he escaped in the end. However, after escaping, he did not head towards the Western Regions, where the demon sect was entrenched. Abandoned disciples who are tolerated by the upright sects will have a chance of survival."

"Of course, it may be that the Huashan faction is too tightly defended in the direction leading to the Western Regions, and he has no way to break through."

"But anyway."

Fang Bie looked at Xue Ling: "If you were Ning Huaiyuan, who betrayed your family and murdered your younger brother, and was suspected of stealing the copy of Zixia's magic art, would you still dress up like a gangster and enter the Luocheng territory?"

Xue Ling was stopped at that moment.

(End of this chapter)