Miao Jiangke

The waning moon hangs high, and the lights are all extinguished.

Hengcheng fell into a deep sleep, only a few windows of the flower building were still lit, making it even more lonely.

The candles in the house had been extinguished for a long time, two even breaths intertwined in the silent night, and the cool wind blew the closed windows, making slight noises.

--someone is coming.

Qiu Yangui suddenly opened his eyes, his brows were slightly condensed, but his breathing remained unchanged.

as predicted.

After a few breaths, the casement was pushed open silently, and a black shadow slowly covered the window frame, like a phantom that was said to only appear at night. His movements were very slow, as if he was not in a hurry to come in.

Or, it was testing the reaction of the people in the house.

After a while, the black shadow landed quietly.

He gently covered the window casement with his backhand, took out the dagger from his waist, and put his backhand across his chest, the cold light gleamed extremely cold under the faint moonlight.

The black shadow walked cautiously, and approached the bed cautiously. The bed was slightly raised, and a few strands of dark hair could be seen faintly hidden under the pillow.

Seeing that the distance was getting closer, he breathed more and more lightly, holding the dagger tightly with his fingers.

Suddenly, warm breath fell on his neck.

The visitor froze suddenly.

At some point, the owner of the other breath was no longer on the opposite soft couch.

And behind him!

"Your master, who is it?" The melodious voice rang in a low voice, with a sense of calmness, hidden murderous intentions.

Heiying was shaken all over, his hair stood on end for an instant, subconsciously swung the dagger forcefully and turned around, but a clear pain came from his neck first, and he let out a voice that was caught off guard, "...uh!"

Counted!

Heiying knew that he was at a disadvantage, and he was afraid that it was more or less ominous. There was no struggle in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and was about to take poison and kill himself!

"Don't move." Qiu Yangui knew these dead men very well, and said a word of warning, quickly removed the opponent's chin, quickly trapped the person in his hands and feet, and threw him aside.

The person on the bed lazily got up, leaned comfortably against the bed, yawned slowly, and said in a displeased tone, "Tsk, what a nuisance...it's so late, it's disturbing my sleep."

"Young master." Qiu Yangui took a step forward and was about to speak.

Suddenly a gust of wind hit the side!

His brows and eyes became cold, his hands reacted faster than his brain, and he raised his hand and swung his sword in an instant, and there was a "buzz-" sound, which was the sound of weapons colliding.

There are more than one wave of people here!

This person is different from Heiying's cautiousness just now, his offensive is extraordinarily fierce, and his methods are extremely tricky. He is a master, but it is obvious that the opponent's target is not him. unsuccessful.

This person didn't seem to expect that the assassin would be so difficult, he became a little irritable, and was distracted from managing the quiet people on the couch.

He frowned and whistled.

In an instant, two masked men rushed in from outside.

Zuo Qing Yue sat on the head of the bed in a leisurely manner, his clothes hung loosely on his body, revealing a large white and attractive chest, a smile was on the corner of his mouth, but there was a creepy murderous intent in his eyes, cold and emotionless.

It's like looking at freshly baked corpses.

The opponent was eager to break through this obstacle, and never thought that a few strands of silver would suddenly strike from the oblique side.

Qiu Yangui didn't care about the fallen people, he swung around and snatched the sword sharply from his waist, one of them attacked him, and the other went towards the bed.

The silver thread in Zuo Qingyue's hand suddenly burst out of the wind, the masked man narrowly escaped, and attacked him, Zuo Qingyue didn't move, his lips curled up slightly, and his hand hanging under the sleeve robe gently pinched a Bloodthirsty Gu, the little guy hasn't seen the light yet, just try it...

Suddenly, a shadow quickly passed over and stood in front of him. The smile on Zuo Qingyue's mouth disappeared instantly, and his pupils shrank.

"Puff." It was the sound of a sharp knife piercing flesh.

The masked man didn't have time to make a sound, and fell down slowly. Qiu Yangui covered the punctured wound on his abdomen with one hand, his face turned pale, and he moved the fallen man to his soft couch with great effort.

Zuo Qingyue paused for a long time, and then got out of bed without saying a word, and lit the candle with an unclear expression, Qiu Yangui consciously stayed away from the young master's bed, fearing to offend the master, he felt uneasy.

With his back turned to the assassin's face, Zuo Qingyue was expressionless, his fingers were burnt by the candle and he didn't feel it, so he twirled his fingers casually.

But after a while, he turned around with a smile, his eyes fixed on the wound on the assassin's abdomen, Qiu Yangui's white fingers were already soaked in blood, a trace of unknown emotion flashed in Zuo Qingyue's eyes, and his voice was very soft, "Ah, Why are you so careless?"

Qiu Yangui shook his head and said, "Master, my subordinates have no..." hindrance.

"Come here." Zuo Qingyue opened the wooden box on the side, rummaged through it in disgust, and finally picked out a gourd-shaped jade bottle, and immediately looked at the assassin who didn't dare to disobey him, but stood obediently not far away from him, he was really angry Laughing, "Why, can I eat you?"

"Come and stay next to me and give you medicine."

"Subordinate..." Qiu Yangui subconsciously wanted to say, "Subordinate is fine", but when he raised his eyes and saw the other party's expression that seemed to be a half-smile, he swallowed the words back, and said, "Thank you, young master, subordinate."

Qiu Yangui let go of the hand that was pressing on the wound, Zuo Qingyue cut his clothes with a dagger, his fingertips were accidentally stained with blood during the movement, the assassin's eyelids twitched, he couldn't help moving, whispered Said, "It's fine for the subordinates to come by themselves, it's too dirty..."

The master loves to be clean, he is just an assassin, there is no need to give it to him personally...

"Shut your mouth, and don't move." Zuo Qingyue didn't raise his head, and his voice was flat, Qiu Yangui shut up instantly, he felt that his master was in a bad mood.

Zuo Qingyue's eyes lingered on the assassin's abdomen, the wound was not deep, blood slowly overflowed, the opponent's breathing was very light, the abdomen rose and fell with the breath, like a wounded small animal.

He was obediently lying in his palm, and as long as he wanted, he could use the dagger in his hand to pierce the opponent's flesh, cut off his meridians, tear apart the flesh and blood, and expose the white bones.

Listening to his heart-piercing screams, listening to him begging for mercy, watching his straight back being bent by himself, the original arrogance was worn away, only the lingering cries of pain remained.

Zuo Qingyue's eyes became deeper and deeper.

The dagger slid gently on the skin, without any strength, Qiu Yangui couldn't help but trembled, and called out in a low voice, "Young master?"

Zuo Qingyue paused, and smiled, "What's the rush?"

Having said that, he still accelerated the speed in his hand, helped the assassin deal with the wound, then turned around and put the box back in place.

Qiu Yangui gently touched his abdomen with his fingers, a look of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then he stepped forward to close the window.

After carefully checking that there was no danger, he walked back to his soft couch and lifted the masks of a few people. The others were ordinary-looking and couldn't name them.

But this second...

He looks fierce and has a scar on his ear.

"Sixth on the assassin ranking list - Huo Er." A deep voice sounded, with a bit of playfulness, Zuo Qingyue sized up the masked man lying on the ground, and gave a slight snort of disgust, "Tsk, it's so ugly."

As he spoke, he put his eyes on Qiu Yangui again, and spoke with a smile.

"It's still our little goose that looks good."