after the villain

06.

Ji Wuming took a deep look at Yan Jingyu, Yan Jingyu didn't dodge or avoid, his eyebrows and eyes were deep.

Ji Wuming's heart sank, but he smiled on the face instead, his eyes half-closed, and the end of his eyes was brightly colored for no reason, but there was a faint air-conditioning and killing intent in his eyes.

The youth in Tsing Yi's eyes were slightly dark, his face was expressionless, and only the corners of his lips were slightly tightened.

"How do you know?" Ji Wuming asked.

Yan Jingyu answered truthfully: "Brother brought a mask with him, the same as the one I saw in the cold pool, the cracks could be pieced together just right. They said it belonged to Ji Wuming, the lord of the evil palace."

"Oh, that's how it is. I thought all the masks fell on the Endless Cliff." Ji Wuming was dying at the time, and he was able to climb out of the cold pool because of instinct, so he naturally didn't care about what fell in the cold pool.

He raised the corners of his lips and asked with interest, "What else did they say about me?"

"I told you about the siege of the Eight Sects and Eleven Sects, but I didn't listen carefully." Yan Jingyu explained everything in detail, and explained the cause and effect. Life, I don't want to say more, so I came up to find you."

Ji Wuming said "Oh", and looked at him inexplicably, "Now that you know my identity, what should you do?"

"No way. I just wanted to ask, and I asked without purpose, and I didn't come because of anyone."

Ji Wuming didn't say whether he believed it or not, he just smiled, a pair of peach blossom eyes glistened with spring light, the smile floated on the surface but didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

Yan Jingyu frowned, bored in her heart, and said suddenly, "If you don't want to laugh, then don't laugh, if you don't want to answer, then don't answer, I won't do anything."

Ji Wuming was taken aback, and read his words word by word in his mind, seeing his depressed expression, he actually laughed sincerely.

He lifted Yan Jingyu's thin chin, moved closer slightly, and asked half-truthfully with a lazy smile, "You kid, you have a big temper. Do you know what the owner of the evil palace represents? "

Yan Jingyu was captured by his smile, twitched the corners of her mouth, looked away, and replied in a muffled voice, "The great devil that everyone in the world can punish."

Ji Wuming's smile faded a little, he retracted his hand and poured a cup of tea, and pointed at him while holding the cup of tea, "Look, you also know. I used to eat noodles with the big devil, but now I have tea with the big devil, the world Everyone wants to kill me, if you don't kill me while my internal injuries are still recovering, when will you wait?"

When the last four words fell, a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips, and the murderous intent that had been hidden for a long time burst out of his eyes. He was obviously not holding a weapon, but it seemed that there was an unsheathed sharp blade hanging around his neck.

Yan Jingyu, who was at the center of the murderous aura, immediately tensed his muscles, and his internal force began to circulate in his meridians.

Just when Ji Wuming thought he was going to make a move, the boy just lowered his head and said in a dull voice: "You are not."

Ji Wuming was a little surprised: "I'm not a good person."

Yan Jingyu: "Me neither."

Ji Wuming: "...I have killed many people, some people deserve to die, some people deserve to die, some people want to kill me but I kill them, and some are just forced by the situation. If I don't kill him, they will But because of me, I died innocently. Someone was killed by me, and someone died because of me.

"Me too." Yan Jingyu raised her eyes and looked straight at him, her voice was deep and muffled, it was actually a little hoarse.

Ji Wuming looked at his dark pupils, and inexplicably saw a bit of sadness in his eyes.

Ji Wuming paused for a moment, before thinking deeply, he said, "Are you an assassin?"

Yan Jingyu opened her eyes, pursed her lips and remained silent: "..."

But Ji Wuming has already made a judgment, "You said earlier that you were born in southern Xinjiang, and I happened to have been in southern Xinjiang for several years. I see that your body is light, and every move and every move is decisive. Obviously He is good at assassination techniques, and the Little Rain Tower was built in southern Xinjiang, and it is famous in Jianghu for offering rewards for assassinations."

"Thinking that you were displaced back then, it must have been a coincidence that you entered the Weiyu Building."

Ji Wuming looked at his tacit appearance, and couldn't help but tease, "The assassins of Weiyulou all accept the rewards with their code names. The higher the order of the code names, the better the assassination technique. The assassins after the code names are not fixed, and they are ranked according to the strength of each other. , the top ranking was just when the host was given the name by the twelve earthly branches. I wonder how much Jingyu ranks in the light rain building?"

Yan Jingyu's face was embarrassed, and he said after a while, "...I have left Weiyulou since the [-]th and [-]th, and I haven't completed many rewards. I have no code name and no reputation."

"That's it." Ji Wuming picked up the teacup, but was not surprised by this answer.

Since he became famous, many people have put a bounty on his head, but again and again, the amount of the bounty has been increased, and it is still on the list, and no one has won it.Weiyu Building has always made money regardless of enemy or friend, and Bai Weiyu is even more so, even her own huge reward dares to hang in the building.

Therefore, Ji Wuming fought against the Weiyulou assassins many times, from weak to strong, Mao, one of the twelve earthly branches of the previous generation, was beheaded on the spot by him, which cut off the successive assassins.

Yan Jingyu stayed in Tianji Valley for three years, and was bothered by trivial matters all day long. Although it is not impossible to improve her skills, her murderous aura will definitely be tempered, and it is not as serious as before.

Ji Wuming judged that Yan Jingyu is either a top-ranked assassin, perhaps one of the twelve earthly branches, or he is still young, has not been out of the mountains, has not yet entered the rankings, and has never been famous.

Hearing his answer, it was true.

Ji Wuming sipped the tea lightly, his thoughts didn't show at all on his face.

Yan Jingyu seems to have been depressed for too many years, and once he meets someone who sees through his identity and is not contemptuous, he can't help but want to pour out his heart.

He said in a muffled voice, "Yan Nanxing doesn't like me, and he doesn't want me to use this whole body of kung fu to send me into the valley, so that I can go home after I wear off my hostility. I died years ago, and I am not allowed to return to Nanning."

Yan Nanxing is the father of Yan Jingyu and Yan Guitian.

Ji Wuming squinted his eyes, and commented unceremoniously, "The surname Yan claims to be upright, and his reputation is the best in the world, but I can't see people who are trying to catch fame."

Because it was Yan Jingyu's father, his words were not restrained at all, on the contrary, they became more wanton and vicious.

Yan Jingyu raised her eyes, she wasn't angry, instead she showed a superficial joy and nodded seriously, "Well, I don't like him either. But my mother and elder brother treat me very well."

While the two were talking, the atmosphere gradually turned for the better, without the slightest sense of being ready to go.

When Yan Jingyu left, he stopped at the door, hesitated to speak, and said with some hesitation, "Don't light the incense that the old man gave you, I can smell it mixed with Ruanjinsan."

Ji Wuming looked at him inexplicably, "The old man never gave me incense."

Yan Jingyu looked puzzled, "But I clearly heard..."

Ji Wuming remembered that only Xiaochun had come to light the incense before, his expression changed, there was nothing he didn't understand.He left the door with a cold face, looked around the door, and found a stick of incense that was almost burnt from the cracks under the door.

This incense is so clever that you can't see it unless you look carefully, no wonder Yan Jingyu only smells it but doesn't look around.

Yan Jingyu affirmed, "It's Ruanjinsan."

"Okay, it was a black shop." Ji Wuming sneered and threw the incense on the ground.

The two hurried downstairs, and saw that the cups and plates on the table were messed up, and all three were unconscious. Yan Jingyu rolled his eyes, with vague doubts in his eyes, but he didn't make a sound.

The counter was empty, but there was quite a lot of activity in the back kitchen. The first person to speak was a strange man. He said, "The young man came in earlier and scared me! Fortunately, I usually collect and inspect the things strictly, otherwise I will be exposed. You evil Mother-in-law, usually clever, why don't you know how to stop her at that moment."

"How can I stop it?" The proprietress cursed with a drawn out voice, "Don't you look at what a vicious Lord, he came straight to the kitchen, what can I do? I can only hope that you will be smarter."

"Father, mother, please stop arguing, I'm hungry." The soft girl's voice sounded innocent and sweet.

As soon as she spoke, she attracted the firepower of the proprietress, "You son of a bitch, I told you to be troublesome. I asked you to give them the clothes, but you just stole the one I put at the bottom of the box. When you will kill that girl, give me I'll take off your clothes first, if it's stained with blood, take care of your skin."

"Well, I just want to see how good-looking she is, and the clothes barely match her."

"What do you mean, you bloody girl?" the proprietress screamed.

Xiaochun immediately begged for mercy, and suggested, "Mother, I've already washed the dress she wore, and it looks even better than this one!"

"It's best." The proprietress snorted.

Xiaochun strikes while the iron is hot, "I really like her skin and eyes, mother, you will get tired later, so peel them off for me."

"The eyeballs are for you, what do you want to do with the skin? I see that skin is also very happy..."

The two of you were discussing with each other, as if they were talking about some pearls, not just one person.

Ji Wuming, who was carved up on the spot, laughed back angrily, and scolded, "Want my skin and eyeballs? I don't know if you will get them!"

He backhanded Yan Guitian's Tianyi Sword and killed it.

Yan Jingyu took out the dagger from his waist and went in with his heels, he heard a few exclamations, the cold light overflowed, first the strong man who was sharpening the knife was cut off his right hand with a sword, the proprietress fell to the ground with an "oops", and was picked off by him With tendons in his hands and feet, Xiao Chun touched a boning knife and slashed fiercely at it, but was kicked by Ji Wuming and hit the wall.

"Pick out all their tendons and tendons, so you can save running." Ji Wuming threw the Tianyi Sword that was not in his hand to Yan Jingyu, and coughed twice while covering his stuffy chest, his face was slightly cold, and his expression was stern.

Yan Jingyu stepped forward to do things silently holding the sword.

The three lay on the ground and cursed angrily.

Ji Wuming looked back and smiled, squinting his eyes and said, "Why don't you cut off your tongue, so that your ears will be quieter."

The three of them saw the expressionless young man in Tsing Yi who seemed to be doing the same, and immediately shut their mouths with pale faces, not daring to speak out.

Ji Wuming put the screams behind him, and quickly walked out of the bloody kitchen, and saw the old man sitting on the table eating wine.

Ji Wuming raised his eyebrows: "Are you out of touch?"

The old man looked at him strangely, "I play with medicine and poison all day long, how could I be fooled by this little trick? I took the first bite."

"Then why are you pretending to be dizzy?" Ji Wuming flipped him angrily.

The old man was more righteous than him, "I have an old bone, my legs are still limping, and I have no strength to restrain a chicken. Naturally, those who know the current affairs are heroes."

"You are an old bone, but the two people next to you are not." Ji Wuming exposed him.

"You don't like them, why should I remind you?" the old man snorted, "Anyway, it's just Mongolian sweat medicine mixed with some Ruanjin powder, and it will kill you."

"Besides, in the first year in the valley, Xiao Que'er used soft gluten powder to satisfy his hunger, and he won't be fascinated. You have also taken the antidote I made. Could it be that the two of you can't beat these bastards?" The old man was terrified.

Ji Wuming recovered from his stupor, looked at him sadly, and suddenly smiled, "Is this the reason why you are full of soft tendons in my room?"

The old man fell silent for a moment: "..."

At that moment, he seemed to see Yama with the ten faces of hell.