Chapter 15: Whose new swallow pecks at Chunni
Mountain There was a sound of rain falling outside the Chunni Mountain Temple. Xue Ling looked at Fang Bie, who was calmly handling the corpse in front of her, and couldn't help but ask: "What is this?"
"Corpse powder." Fang Bieyan said concisely and concisely.
"Corpse powder?" Xue Ling repeated in disbelief: "Does this thing really exist?"
"I originally thought it didn't exist, but if things like martial arts can exist, it is not unacceptable that corpse powder also exists. Things." Fang Bie replied calmly as it should be: "But looking at the principle, it should be an intense oxidation-reduction reaction using flesh and blood, which is equivalent to low-intensity combustion. However, the formula is indeed interesting, and it is easy to carry, but it is a bit dangerous. ."
What the young man said later was a bit like talking to himself.
Ning Huaiyuan's body was still bubbling on the ground. Apart from the slightly unpleasant smell, his remains were really disappearing bit by bit.
Xue Ling hummed, but before she said anything, Fang Bie handed over an iron box with a wristband: "Here, this is your trophy." "Mine?"
Xue Ling was stunned, looking at the iron box. The box had a shiny silver metal wristband that could be easily buckled on the wrist, but the iron box was completely closed. Xue Ling didn't know what it was for a while.
"What is this?"
"If you are happy, you can call it Rolex." Fang Bie smiled and said, "But this is the soft sword used by Ning Huaiyuan. When not in use, the sword edge is hidden in this iron Inside the box, you can wear it on your wrist and carry it close to your body." "
And when you need to make a sneak attack, you can pop it out with a flick using a specific technique, catching the enemy off guard. Moreover, the edge of the soft sword is both sharp and soft, making it an ideal weapon. It is a very rare and strange weapon, and it is even more miraculous when carried by a woman."
Xue Ling was really excited when she heard Fang Bi's words. At that moment, she was really excited. After all, she did not play a big role in this assassination. , but she got such a precious weapon - Xue Ling was also knowledgeable. She had never heard of such a weapon before, and she had never seen it before, but it was extremely sophisticated and powerful.
"How could Ning Huaiyuan have such a thing?" Xue Ling couldn't help but ask.
Is this Ning Huaiyuan really just a Huashan disciple?
"Probably." Fang Bie looked at Ning Huaiyuan's disappearing body and sighed softly: "Probably, he is a careerist." "
Although his swordsmanship uses the Huashan swordsmanship, there are some mixtures. Bai Jia means, Luo Jiao’s Cold Soul Silver Needle, Demon Sect’s Blood-Burning Kung Fu, he went to countless places to learn such messy martial arts..." But he was so powerful,
but he died at your hands? Xue Ling looked at the indifferent young man in front of her, but she didn't mean to put gold on her face at all. Even her description was light.
"This Ning Huaiyuan, if he didn't meet us, he would probably become a very powerful character?" Xue Ling asked tentatively.
"Who knows?" Fang Bie said: "After all, no matter how far away the future is, who knows?" "
But when a person dies, all possibilities will disappear, and all dreams and all futures will become nothing. Fang
Bie said this with inexplicable emotion: "Just like Ning Huaiyuan never thought that I would bring a set of steel wire mesh to kill him, I don't know where I will die in this world." Where."
"But." Fang Biehui turned around, looked at Xue Ling's face, and said seriously: "If we can avoid death, we'd better try not to die." "
Because living is a really beautiful thing. "
Xue Ling nodded in understanding. It was clear that he was an assassin who specialized in taking human lives, but he valued life so much. This feeling made Xue Ling a little weird.
"That's right." Xue Ling looked at Yue Pingshan, who was still unconscious at his feet. His junior brother, who was in love and killed each other, had turned into mist and risen into the sky. So what should this senior brother do?
Although Xue Ling didn't want to kill him deep down, everything still depended on Fang's intentions.
After the previous battle, Xue Ling had no choice but to trust this assassin who often felt that there was something wrong with him - because if something was wrong, it would be wrong, but he was still really powerful.
"What should I do with this person?" As she said this, Xue Ling looked at Fang Bing's hand with a guilty conscience. His little white hand was empty.
But Xue Ling clearly remembered that Fang Bie looked very handsome when he spread corpse powder.
Although he looked very embarrassed due to the smell of corpse powder.
"How else can we deal with it?" Fang Bie smiled, with a clean and warm smile.
He always seems to be such a person, making people feel invisible, just like when Xue Ling followed him into the clean and mint-smelling room, but when he changed hands, he held Xue Ling against her with a short knife. Same as the wall.
"We only kill mission targets and behead valuable people."
"He is not within our assassination range."
"But." Xue Ling bit her lip: "Didn't he see you?" "
Yes. "?" Fang Bie smiled: "He clearly saw just a beggar called a bastard." "
Does it have anything to do with me?"
... When Yue Pingshan woke up the next day, his head felt dizzy. The ground hurts a little. The sun shines through the cracks in the house and shines on the blue brick floor. There are chirping insects outside the temple. He opened his eyes and saw the beams and vaults of the mountain temple that were slightly blackened by smoke, as well as the lonely swallow's nest on the beams. Has the swallow not come back yet? He turned his head sideways. On the blue brick ground, there were only the embers of a bonfire. Where is this place? who I am? What should I do? Three philosophical questions instantly came to Yue Pingshan's mind. He sat up from the ground with difficulty and saw his Yinghuo Sword lying on the ground, the ruby on the hilt shining brightly. Seeing this sword, countless memories came flooding back in an instant. Last night, the brothers were fighting for wine and eating meat by the campfire. In the blink of an eye, the swords were exchanged. Ning Huaiyuan's sharp and strange soft sword, the cold silver needle of Luo Jiao, and the blood-burning technique of Demon Sect were all things he had never seen before. When Yue Pingshan's trump card was revealed from the junior fellow student who usually didn't see anything unusual, at that moment Yue Pingshan felt a chill down his spine. Why am I still alive? He thought like this, and then the little beggar who rushed into the mountain temple couldn't help but come to mind. is it him? Yue Pingshan thought that the other party had easily dodged Ning Huaiyuan's three deadly swords with incredible movements, and forced Ning Huaiyuan to make peace with him. after? I can't remember what happened after that. But there is no doubt that he was saved by this hidden beggar hero. What's that hero's name? In trouble? right! Miscellaneous.
He looked at the mountain god with a broken arm in the mountain temple, and for a moment his mind was racing and he couldn't help himself.
After a long time, he got down on his knees and bowed respectfully.
"Huashan Mountain and Yue Pingshan Mountain, I kneel down to thank the hero Gouzazhong for saving his life." The
blue bricks shattered under his head, making a crisp sound.
A black swallow flew in through the opening of the mountain temple and landed in the swallow's nest at the beam.
Chirped.
(End of chapter)