Shadowguard in disguise as a sheep

It is also the drizzle season of the year in the capital. Pedestrians on the road hold umbrellas, but they are walking leisurely. The willows on the bank are drooping, and the green color is pleasant. Occasionally there is a strong wind, and the flying branches are beautiful. Like a woman's hair...

Passers-by in the middle of the drizzle will always pause subconsciously and look at a black figure walking through the crowd. He is thin but tall, dressed in black, carrying a black sword on his back, and wearing a straw hat. I think of the swordsman who walks the rivers and lakes, he kills decisively, his steps are slow, but he quickly disappears from people's sight, like a proud and lonely lone wolf...

Ying Yi walked into an inn, the little brother in the inn raised his head, subconsciously lowered his tone, and asked respectfully: "Guest officer, should you stay at the top or stay at the inn?"

"Stay in the hotel, bring a pot of wine and deliver it to my room." Ying Yi raised his head slightly, revealing his face completely covered under the straw hat, his elegantly shaped chin, unstained red lips, straight nose bridge, and deep-colored eyes , so deep and opaque that it reminds one of the darkness before the dawn...

The little brother went blank, and didn't dare to reflect on the good looks of this person at all, but he was so frightened by the killing and washing temperament that he couldn't help shaking. It's not that his expression is like a killing god, it's just the feeling of combining his whole body , making people subconsciously creepy, the little brother hurriedly turned around to get up, and accidentally fell down, holding him firmly with both hands...

Xiao Er glanced back, thanked him with a trembling voice, but thought to himself that he had seen many guests, why was he surprised by this seemingly easy-going guest today, there was really nothing in those eyes Emotions are not like people, they are like a sword, yes, they are like a sharp and heavy sword that has drank the blood of thousands of people, but it is still sharp and invincible...

Ying Yi entered the room, sat on the bed, untied the sword with some care, and wiped it slowly, he came, from the place of death in the desert, he obtained the ability to stand beside the master earlier, and would kill all those who tried to think about it. Those who want to hurt the master...

The sharp sword that is out of the sheath will not stop without seeing blood...

It rained continuously for a whole day, and the weather was gray. Xiaoer was wiping the table, and when he looked up, he saw the man in black descending the stairs. His sword was put in the package, but he still carried it behind his back. The heavy breath on his body was a little less, he took off his straw hat, his black hair was bundled up, his eyebrows slanted into his temples, and he was cold and handsome, Xiao Er was stunned for a while: "Are you leaving?"

Ying Yi nodded lightly, left the silver tael behind, and wanted to leave the inn without looking back, but suddenly he stopped, turned his head and raised his eyes, and asked Xiaoer: "Do you know the residence of the Fourth Prince?"

Xiao Er nodded.

"How about the fourth prince?" Ying Yi turned around and walked towards Xiao Er.

Xiaoer became more courageous, but he didn't understand the 'how'. He asked which aspect to be careful, so he had to reply: "Isn't that person disabled when he was young? We ordinary people haven't seen him for many years. Many years ago Here we come, without a sound..."

Ying Yi's whole body felt cold, and his legs softened...

"Disability?"

"It is said that he is blind in both eyes and cannot walk..."

Ying Yi frowned for a moment, he had never heard that his master was disabled at this time, it was probably a rumor...

But when he really saw his master, he began to regret again. If he could have come earlier, could he have suffered less...