The boss always wants to kill me

In the dark night, the curtain rises and falls, and the bright moonlight shines into the unlit room. A figure brighter than the moon stands in front of the window, looking down at the new clothes on his body by the moonlight.

It's just that the new clothes are really not decent.

Obviously it was the same style of pure black night clothes as Wuming's, but Cangbi put on this suit that Wuming wore when his body was not fully grown. Putting it on him, the shoulders that are slightly narrower than those of ordinary adult men and the slender body The waist is outlined more clearly, and the size is just right, but because it has been worn for a long time, and it was dug out from the bottom of the box, the color has faded in various ways. If it is said to be black, it is not enough, and if it is gray, it just looks dirty and old.

Cangbi tugged at the hem of the shirt in disgust, and casually brushed the long hair covered in the jacket behind her neck, and the hair that was over the waist was like black black silk, pouring down wantonly, like a roll of expensive announcements, dyed with a fluorescent coat. Good obsidian dye.

Wuming stared blankly for a moment, turned his eyes away as if nothing had happened, and straightened his clothes.

"Master, can I change my clothes?" Cang Bi pulled the empty cloth bag tied behind her back to her body, pointed to a whitish corner, "It's almost torn, it's too different from my face. Let's tune in."

"Stop talking nonsense, you can wear whatever you want, tie up your hair, and look like that." Wuming lowered his face, pulled the black mask to cover half of his face, turned around, and continued to tidy up his well-fitting clothes.

"Of order." Cangbi pulled her long hair to one side, combed it casually a few times, and pulled it behind her ear, forming a loose bun on a slant, and the rest of her long hair slid down to her chest. It doesn't look like an ordinary man's hairstyle, but against his soft cheeks and plump lips, it makes people think that he is the beauty in the painting who strayed into the mortal world.

Wuming turned around and saw Cangbi with this appearance, and his face turned dark immediately: "I didn't take you to a beauty pageant!"

Cangbi was taken aback, but she felt a little joy in her heart when she heard it. It was because her beauty was recognized by the Shura-like master, and before she could show her joy, she was suppressed by the knife-wielding eyes.

He has been pulling his hair like this since he can remember. Although he looks in the mirror, he always feels that there is something missing in his ears, and he can never find out what kind of accessories he wants. Open your eyes, it is beautiful, but Lian Yun turned a blind eye to it, and then looked at the general nameless, the more he wanted to be unconvinced, he just lied angrily: "I only know how to comb this kind of hair."

Wuming's face became even darker, and he pulled the person to him, undoing the bun in twos and twos, his bony long fingers lingering through the black hair for a moment, and tied Cangbi's hair neatly with a black hair rope , pulled on the Cangbi mask, and when he didn't know what to complain about, he spoke first: "Let's go."

At night, the whole capital city was as silent as a deep well, and even the din of wind, flowers, snow and moon fell asleep. Two figures blended into the night, leaping and speeding between the high and low roofs, the leader did not touch the ground, like a sharp Gale, and the one in the back is a bit unbearable, stumbled by the tiles from time to time, and still hesitates between the two roofs.

"Trash." Wuming squinted, "What are you dawdling about?"

"Master, I can't make it through..." Cangbi took a step back, shaking her head.

"I've taught you so much, I've fed it to the dogs!" Wuming growled, "If you don't make it through, you'll die."

The matter has come to this point, if you retreat, you will lose your life, and if you enter... if you protect your body with magical powers, it will be over.

Cang Bi took a few steps back, held her breath, sank down, and ran out at the fastest speed.However, there are some things that can't be done even if it takes people's lives. He put his toes on the eaves, leaped forward, and was less than a foot away from the opposite eaves, and his feet fell into the air.

"Ah—" Cangbi stretched out her hand to make amends, her fingertips touched the corrugated wall, and missed.

Wuming's face changed drastically, he turned around quickly, leaned down, grabbed Cangbi's wrist, and lifted the person who had scared half his life up.

Cangbi peeked at Wuming: "Master... just save my life."

Wuming was noncommittal and just said, "Let's go."

The two set off again, but luckily their destination was not far away, they just ran and stopped, and finally arrived smoothly, although it was a quarter of an hour later than Wuming expected.

"Be careful, if you fall again, take care of your own life, don't expect me to take care of you." Wuming suddenly stopped on the eaves.

Cangbi almost bumped into it, but managed to stand still, somewhat understanding that Wuming would not do anything to save her, so she replied confidently: "Yes, Master."

"Shut up." Wuming pointed to the house not far away.

The mansions are surrounded by high walls on four sides. Compared with the outside, the houses inside are much higher. It is obviously a wealthy family. I don't know if it is the master who has no name to deal with.Cangbi was full of doubts, tugged on the sleeve of the nameless shirt, and asked with winking eyes: "Where is this? You won't bring me to kill people?"

Wuming actually understood the meaning, and replied in a low voice: "Jingzhao Yin's mansion does not kill people, but only takes what should be taken."

Jing in the world is the place where the king and the emperor stay. Cangbi doesn’t know what this Jing Zhaoyin is. In short, he can’t be a small character. Listening to the words of the nameless, and then matching the dress, it is clear that he is going to steal. I am afraid that he will be caught. The crime of decapitation, grabbed Wuming who was about to go forward: "Master, if you are caught, you will be decapitated, right? I think we should go back and do some small business, don't take risks."

Wuming gave Cangbi a sharp eye knife: "I can cut off your head right now."

Cangbi shrank her neck, touched her neck and muttered: "You are not willing."