time travel sweet

That night.

A black shadow silently jumped from the roof to the ground.A pair of mouse eyes shone brightly.After looking around, he snorted disdainfully.

Isn't it said that Wumingmen's defense is the first in the world?It now appears to be nothing more than a false name.

The man straightened his back with a sneer, turned around and slowly opened the door behind him.

After entering the door, the man cautiously walked towards the bed in the house step by step.His feet stepped on the rather soft carpet, and there was hardly a sound.

He stood by the bed, listened to the even and long breathing of the two people lying on the bed, and slowly pulled out the dagger in his sleeve.

At the same time, the person lying on his side suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were extremely clear.Glancing at the soundly sleeping person across the way, he half closed his eyes again.

The man in black (let's call him Uncle Assassin for now) was holding a dagger, trembling uncontrollably, his eyes filled with joy and excitement that the plot was about to succeed.He collected himself, raised his hand, and stabbed the backside of the person on the bed with all his strength.

Just when the tip of the knife was about to pierce the thin layer of single clothes, the lying person suddenly clamped the blade with two fingers with his backhand.

Uncle Assassin broke out in a cold sweat, subconsciously withdrew his hand.

But the person lying on the bed just made a movement, and there was no sound after that, and even his breathing was still as even as in a deep sleep.

So the assassin uncle took courage, swallowed, and stretched out his hand again, trying to pull out the dagger.

Just when he was about to touch the handle of the dagger, the fingers clamping the blade suddenly tightened together.The dagger was broken in two by the assassin's trembling eyes.

Uncle Assassin: ('? Dish?') I want to go home.

I saw him slowly rubbing backwards, and just when he was about to reach the door, something flashed across his cheek like lightning, and sank deeply into the door frame.

Uncle Assassin's body stiffened all of a sudden.

If, he read correctly, the thing that just flew over was the blade of his dagger!

Moreover, who can tell him why there is only one person left on the bed? ! ? ! ? ! ? !

Just when Uncle Assassin was about to piss in fright, a light cough suddenly came from behind him.

He twisted his neck stiffly, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a face that he "has been thinking about day and night".

His body shook violently twice, subconsciously wanting to open his mouth and shout.The person opposite frowned, and stretched out his hand to touch him inadvertently. The assassin uncle felt that the shout was stuck in his throat, and he almost coughed up a mouthful of old blood.

"Shhh." The man on the opposite side lightly pressed his finger on his lips, using his eyes to signal him to pay attention to the sleeping person on the bed.

Uncle Assassin nodded desperately, expressing that he understood.

Seeing him nodding, the man waved his hand for him to follow.

I saw two people open the door and walk out with the most gentle footsteps and movements. _(___)_

the next morning.

Zhang Jia rubbed his eyes, yawned, and slowly got up from the bed.

Last night he didn't have any strange dreams (...), nor did he wake up in the middle of the night, and he slept very deeply.

This is a rare good thing for Zhang Jia who is somewhat mentally weak.

Zhang Jia sat on the bed for a while, but still didn't fully wake up.He scratched his hair irritably, and moved towards the bed, thinking that he had to wash his face with cold water this morning.

Before moving much, something hard hit Zhang Jia's buttocks.Zhang Jia got up in a daze, took out the thing and saw that it was actually a half dagger! ! !

Zhang Jia suddenly woke up.

Holding the half of the dagger, he realized an important problem.

Where did Master Zonggong go? !

Zhang Jia thought of what Guan Ju said before, whoever killed him would be the new head of the sect, and couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

Before he had time to think about it, he ran to the door, opened it and rushed out.

In the end, Zhang Jia didn't charge very far, and Zhang Jia, who was not looking at the road, fell into a solid chest.

Zhang Jia's nose was hit hard, and he covered his face in embarrassment.When I looked up, I saw that I had bumped into someone else, or the master.

Guan Ju looked at his nose bleeding, and Zhang Jia, who was still holding the half dagger in his hand, jumped in shock.Hastily picked him up and carried him back to the room with lightness kung fu.

When they got to the house, Guan Ju put Zhang Jia on a chair, and while helping him stop the bleeding, he asked him, "Why are you running so fast?"

"You, are you okay?" Zhang Jia raised her head and said with some effort?

"Me? Of course it's fine."

"Then what is this?" Zhang Jia raised the thing in his hand to Guan Ju's chin.

"This? Maybe it's my parents who fell here, he likes to collect these rags." (Feng Jin: Your friend [Jun Cao Jun] has gone offline!)

"Oh." Hearing what he said, Zhang Jia still had some doubts, but she didn't take it as seriously as before.At this time, I only heard a "grunt" --- Zhang Jia's stomach growled.

He smiled a little embarrassedly.Guan Ju also pursed his lips and smiled, "I'll go see if breakfast is ready."

"Okay." Zhang Jia replied with some embarrassment.

Guan Ju turned around with a smile, and while Zhang Jia was not paying attention, he raised his hand quietly and pulled out the half of the dagger stuck on the door frame.

Huh~ It's so dangerous, so dangerous! (???????)