Chapter 17 Assassination

On a cold winter night, the north wind whistled, and a black figure shuttled on the roof.

Taking advantage of the wind, the shadow raised its legs and jumped to the opposite roof. It seemed that he had found a position, and the shadow man squatted down and carefully removed the tiles on it.

Through the narrow gap, she clearly saw the face of ** people.

The ancient carved railing bed, the emerald jade pillow, and Yin Shuo are sleeping quietly. Even if the cold wind roars outside, the scene in front of him is inexplicably unbearable to break, and even breathes lightly, as if for fear of waking up the sleeping people.

Gently put down the tile, and the shadow man took out a silver needle from his arms and tied it to the end of the red rope. He slowly put the red rope down from the hole. Little by little, he watched the silver needle gradually approach Yin Shuo's lips.

Holding a red rope in his hand, he stood up and took out a black medicine bottle from his arms. He concentrated on dripping the solution in the medicine bottle on the rope. He stood there and was afraid that the poison would not enter the sleeping man's mouth smoothly because of his deviation.

About the same time, he lowered his head and suddenly found that ** was empty!

Only the slight folds on the bed prove that someone has just lied...

"Why, are you disappointed that you didn't poison me?"

The cold voice came from behind, and the black figure was obviously frozen. Yin Shuo smiled coldly and grabbed the collar of the man in black and took him into his room in only a second.

Yin Shuo threw the person in his hand, and all the candles in the room were lit in an instant.

The body hit the table and chair behind him, and even the teacup on it was brought down, and the already cold tea was sprinkled on the man's fingers. His fingers twitched twice, and he knew that the assassination had failed.

He raised his hand and pulled off the black cloth on his face, and the face of the wind bell was revealed under the cold gaze of Yin Shuo. She looked up at him, her eyes full of grief and anger.

"You said that as long as I kiss you, you will let him go. Why did I do it, but you went back on your back?

Slightly narrowing, Yin Shuo's voice was a little more dangerous.

"Who told you?"

The wind chime stood up from the ground and clenched his fists on his side.

"I heard it myself! ...Yin Shuo, the demon king? Do you deserve to be a demon king like you who don't keep your promises?"

Three brothers, three brothers! Fengling didn't see the expression of the third brother that day, but she could guess how painful it was to see her beloved kissing other men! Suddenly pulling out his sword, Fengling rushed into the direction of Yin Shuo, and the fierce trick was obviously to kill him!

His fingers clamped the galloping sword, and Yin Shuo's face was covered with dark clouds. With a sharp force of his fingers, Fengling's sword broke, and the powerful airflow rushed directly into her hand, making her be bounced out.

She suddenly stepped back a few steps, but her body stabilized, but her hands were still in a war posture.

"Today, if I can't kill you, I'm not going to go out alive!"

seems to understand what's going on.

The purple coat was simply put on because of catching the thief. Now one side of the shoulder slips slightly, but Yin Shuo looks at the wind chimes motionless.

The white lining is splashed with a layer of orange light by candlelight.

Yin Shuo suddenly smiled.

"It's not me."

Hearing this, Fengling snorted coldly. Her heart was still trembling, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes. Her voice was almost choking.

"I won't believe you anymore. Don't lie to me anymore!"

The smile disappeared little by little, and the temperature in the room fell in an instant, and even the warm candlelight emitted coldness at this moment.

"Don't you avenge the Lin family?"

"I'll kill you first!"

"Do you want me to die?"

"That's right! I can't wait to send you on the road now!" Roaring this sentence, Fengling rushed in the direction of Yinshuo and planned to fight with him. Unexpectedly, she was pushed out by his strong palm before she approached him. This time, he was absolutely not soft.

Blood spewed out of her mouth, and Fengling lay on the ground and coughed. A pool of blood stains reflected her face. When she looked at it again, it seemed that everything was gone. She only felt a lot of pictures flashing through her eyes.

"I heard that you are a disciple of Master's income. Let me tell you, I'm your third brother. I'm very good! Although I'm so short, I can kill a big tiger! ...Why don't you talk? Can't you talk? Hey, little sister, I'm your third brother!"

"I, I want to go home..."

When he saw the little girl's crying face, the little boy was stunned.

"Cough..." Fengling propped up her upper body and a smile appeared on her face. She wiped the blood stains on her mouth with her sleeves, and tears slipped down.

"Linger, I'm going to do a task tomorrow. You have to wait for me to come back."

"Linger, I asked for a lucky bag for you. Take it with you. You can save your life!"

"Linger, if... I die... will you miss me?"

"Linger, I hope we can be a couple for a day before we die."

"Linger, if...there is an afterlife..."

With a punch on the ground, Fengling raised his head and finally stopped suppressing himself and began to cry loudly.

The voice in the memory kept echoing, and finally there was only one sentence left--

"I will marry you."

Yin Shuo quietly closed his eyes. He could feel the sadness and despair in Fengling's heart, and he could also feel how she missed the man and how much she wanted to kill herself at this moment.

The slender eyelashes dropped a shadow on his face, and even his taste became bitter.

Can't bear to part with him? Linger...

She cried like this. If it were him, would she cry so miserably?

I'm afraid it's too late to be happy...

It's all the same... It's all the same...

Whether it's wind chimes or beety, it's all the same...

It's all for other men who don't hesitate to kill him! - They are all traitors!

He suddenly opened his eyes, and Yin Shuo's eyes were no longer as lingering as before.

"Come on."

The door opened at the sound, and the two attendants squatted down in front of Yin Shuo's figure.

"Wang, please tell me!"

With his right hand, he lifted the slippery clothes from his shoulder, and Yin Shuo walked towards the bedside.

"Became her to my concubine's yard and give it to Mrs. Li. Just say..."

Standing by the bed, he looked up at the loophole created by the wind chimes above him and felt the cold wind pouring in, and his slightly curly hair seemed to be stained with a layer of ice fog.

"Three months later, I will see obedient people - living people."

A touch of surprise flashed in the eyes of the entourage. They didn't dare to say anything. They just knelt down to the demon king and turned to walk towards the wind chim.

Let the two drive their arms, but she turned her head and shouted to Yin Shuo:

"If you don't kill me - sooner or later I will kill you -"

"Stop shouting, girl." One of the attendants couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Let's think more about the future. All the women handed over to Mrs. Li have committed suicide. But just now, His Royal Highness the Demon King clearly said that you must not die. This..." In the days to come, it is impossible to live or die.