Return [Quick Transmigration]

Seven years later.

In Baixue Mountain Villa, a servant hurriedly came from the front. He walked through the winding corridor and walked quickly to the training ground.At this time, there was only one person on the training field, a well-proportioned, fit man in a black suit.He turned his back to the servants, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

After seeing the man, the servant finally showed a smile on his face.He hurriedly wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked quickly behind the man. Just as he was about to raise his hand to call him, an afterimage passed before his eyes. His hand was strangled.

The servant's legs gave way and he almost fell to the ground.

"Don't get too close to me next time."

When Qin Zhao saw the person coming, the murderous look in his eyes instantly disappeared and he withdrew his hand, letting go of the servant's neck.The servant nodded quickly, his face turned pale with fright.He was so complacent just now that he immediately forgot about the habits of this fierce master.

Qin Zhao nodded and looked at the servant who fell down, and said helplessly, "What's the matter?"

Only then did the servant remember his mission, and quickly got up from the ground, took out a thumb-sized bamboo tube from his sleeve, and handed it over to Qin Zhao.

Qin Zhao took it, waved the servant away, and then held the bamboo tube with both hands and pressed it lightly with his fingers.On the smooth bamboo tube, there were small squares protruding and dents. In the blink of an eye, Qin Zhao heard a rattling sound, and pinched the rolled paper that popped out.

He opened the ball of paper, and there was only one line written on it, which was his No.30 three missions this month.

——Assassinate Cao Zhiming, the household servant.

Qin Zhao squeezed his hand after reading it, and when he opened it again, the paper ball on the palm of his hand turned into paper sand, which slowly fell from his hand to the ground, mixing with the sand and stone.

Qin Zhao raised his hand to touch the black mask on his face, closed his eyes and opened them slowly, there was no trace of emotion in those eyes, indifferent.He flew away from the training ground, like a black sharp-tailed swift, and quickly disappeared into the evening sun.

Qin Zhao returned to Baixue Villa three days later, and now they no longer live in the dead disciples' room, and each has their own yard.

Qin Zhao doesn't like outsiders in his residence, so except for the servants who deliver food and supplies to pass by on weekdays, his yard can be described as quiet and lifeless.After seven years, Qin Zhao has joined the assassination team of Baixue Villa, mainly serving Wei San.Wei San is regarded as the connector, and Qin Zhao got many tasks from him.

As long as one assassination mission is completed, five points can be obtained, and when the accumulation reaches a certain standard, corresponding rewards can be withdrawn from Baixue Villa.Qin Zhao will send out [-] different missions every month, and the accumulated points over the past seven years have jumped to the seventh place in the assassination group.

Ranked first is Wei Yi who had a relationship once, second is Wei San, No. 11 is ranked No. 15, and Fu Chunming is No. [-].

Qin Zhao fell into his yard lightly from the outside. On a winter night, the cold wind blew his bones, and the scenery in the yard was covered with white snow. He had just landed on his toes, and the white snow on the dry branches behind him was crumbling, blinking. It fell to the ground.When the slight sound of falling snow sounded, hundreds or even thousands of silver threads were shot in front of Qin Zhao. These silver threads were like charged silver needles, quickly and violently towards Qin Zhao's front. hit the past.

Qin Zhao's face under the mask froze, and cleverly turned into a phantom in the thin and dense silver threads. When he saw him clearly, he was already more than ten meters away from the silver threads, and he did not know when he had landed on the carved door. in front of the bar.

Wei San sat at the square table in the room, crossed his legs and shook his folding fan, with a smile on his face.Qin Zhao glanced at him silently, and walked into the house while taking off his mask.The room was warm, and the coolness on my body was instantly dispelled.

Wei San waved his hand, and the wide open door closed.

Qin Zhao put the mask aside, took off his snow-soaked clothes in front of Wei San, and put on another strong black outfit.The hair tied with a ponytail immediately took off the headband, and the long black hair fell down in an instant.

Wei San had admired his wide shoulders and narrow hips enough, he looked away leisurely, and knocked on the side of the square table with his bone fan.Qin Zhao glanced over, tied up his hair resignedly, walked over to Wei San and sat down.

Wei San looked at his stern face with sharp edges and prominent features, and couldn't help but shook his head, "You actually look pretty good, but it's a pity that you are ruined by the scar in front of you."

Qin Zhao lowered his head slightly, and silently took out his sword stab and wiped it, as if he didn't listen to Wei San's words.

Seeing that he couldn't even fart, Wei San became angry.In the past, this dead child could still smile, and at least his expression would change a little when he was beaten, but now he became a facial paralysis, completely developing in the direction of their facial paralysis king Wei Yi.Obviously the one who gets along with Qin Zhao the most is Wei San, but Qin Zhao didn't learn Wei San's laughable character at all, he only learned how to kill people quickly and ruthlessly.

If Qin Zhao knew what Wei San was thinking now, he would definitely look at him with contempt.Although Wei San loves to laugh, it's all because of the wicked laughter that comes out of the heart when he sees other people suffering.

"You are young, why do you live like an old man, and why do you have no servants here, and the house is also empty, so you can't decorate it? Didn't you earn a lot of points? You use, why, do you still want to save it in the coffin?"

Qin Zhao looked at Wei San who started chattering again, very helpless. He didn't know why Wei San talked so much in the past two years. Could it be that all men in their 30s are like this?

Qin Zhao thought of Wei Jiu, who also talked a lot, and thought of Wei Yi and the others who were silent, and felt that Wei San and Wei Jiu were the most special in the assassination team—they had endless things to say.

Qin Zhao stopped wiping the sword thorn, turned his head to look at Wei San, "You came to me to talk about this?"

"You're really boring." Wei Sanyou handed him such a look, Qin Zhao raised his eyebrows and pretended he didn't see it.

Wei San froze, and the bone fan in his hand almost fell out.He took a breath, pulled out a token from his sleeve and threw it in front of Qin Zhao.As soon as Qin Zhao raised his hand, he caught the flying token between his fingers. He turned his hand to look at the token, then looked up at Wei San, "Guard?"

Wei Sanbone Fan opened quickly, covering the lower half of his face, his brows and eyes frowned, "No, it's a bodyguard."

Qin Zhao signaled him with his eyes to clarify the matter of the token quickly.Wei San didn't leave much suspense either. He was quite serious when talking about the mission, "This mission is more troublesome, and it will probably take half a year or even longer to follow the mission target. But the rewards of this mission are also very good." It's rich, it's worth the points you got for taking other missions for a year."

"Mission objective?" Qin Zhao asked.

"Shi Qingyu." There was a suspicious smile on the corner of Wei San's mouth, but the smile disappeared so quickly that Qin Zhao didn't see it.

Shi Qingyu?

Qin Zhao suddenly thought of the man in a wheelchair whom he had met in Kangjin Palace seven years ago, and fell into deep thought for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking about.Wei San looked at him and didn't bother him, just poured himself a drink and played with the bone fan leisurely.

Qin Zhao grabbed the token with his backhand and said calmly, "I have accepted the task."

"I heard that Shi Qingyu is ugly, and I have wronged you." Wei San looked at Qin Zhao with a half-smile.

Ugly?Qin Zhao recalled the shocking glimpse at the beginning, and thought that if Shi Qingyu was called ugly, there would be no one in this world who is good-looking.

"I'm looking for you today for this matter. Originally, the task should have fallen to Wei Yi, but he was delayed by some things, so someone recommended you. I also think you are quite suitable. Taking this opportunity, you still You can take a vacation." Wei San stood up, walked to Qin Zhao, and patted him on the shoulder, "The task is very important, but you still have to let your body rest, the string that is too tight will break sooner or later. Lose."

But Wei San who said these words did not know that these words will still come true in the near future.

"I understand." Qin Zhao narrowed his eyes and said, Qin Zhao actually has complicated feelings for Wei San. Wei San made him understand the cruelty of assassins, and taught him for many years like his good teacher. , I am afraid that there is love and hatred in the feelings for Wei San.

"It's getting late, I should go back." Wei San walked to the door, and when he was about to step over the threshold, he said softly, "I remember that your points have not been touched? As our assassins, there is no guarantee that you will be able to return someday." If you lose your life, enjoy it while you can.”

Qin Zhao didn't answer, and Wei San didn't care either. Looking at the snow falling again outside the house, he let out a sigh of relief, and stepped into the white snow in the night.

Looking at Wei San's leaving back, Qin Zhao raised the gleaming sword thorn in his hand. The sharp edge of the sword thorn reflected his stern face and dark, calm eyes.

"Will you lose your life someday?"

Qin Zhao murmured softly, the wind and snow tonight seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, causing the windows and doors to shake and rattle.