Assassin Farmer

It's night, like a hooked moon hanging from Jomtien.

The faint moonlight spilled over the brick-covered yard like a thin layer of silver cream.

Many times, until she couldn't bear his strong repeated demands and fell asleep, Lin Shiyao cleansed the bodies of the two people satisfactorily and embraced her to sleep.

Less than an hour later, he opened his eyes and one slipped out of the house. In the eyes of the little pure snow circle, several landings hid into the slightly bleak moonlight and disappeared.

”Haven't seen you in a year, are you all right?!” A masked man in all-over black stood at the tip of the bamboo branch at the foot of Xiu Feng, wrapping his chest around Lin Shiyao. Sounds like a greeting from the depths of hell because of its cold, indifferent tone.

“Admit your good words, everything is fine.” Lin Shiyao, dressed in a white robe, stood on the tip of the bamboo leaves outside the black clothed man. In the cool moonlight, the robe was drummed by the wind and flowed like a fairy.

“You've changed... Si Ling” sighed, and the black man slowly said something that seemed untouchable.

“Simon is dead.” Lin Shiyao's cool sound quality passed with the wind. Today, he is an ordinary farmer from Shiyao Lin, who settles in Flowery Town.

“That day... I didn't expect you to be alive.” The black-clothed man stared at Lin Shizhou for a moment before slowly saying: “Breakthrough? ”

He couldn't seem to touch his head to ask, but didn't let Lin Shizhou stagnate for a moment, nodded his head, and his cool voice penetrated the whole bamboo forest: "That's right. If you still want to claim my life, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. ”

“Wrong. We will not remedy this once and for all.” The Black Clothed Man, Hershey, is only ranked by Fengyao Pavilion after the second division of Shiling - the expansion of the business of the dedicated Pavilion.

“If so, what brings you here tonight?” Although Lin Shiyakou asked, his body had turned half way, ready to go back any time. As for the reason in Stu's mouth, as long as he didn't crisis the little woman around him, to be honest, he wasn't interested.

“Nothing, let's see what it's like to be a love saint to kill an old god?!” The obvious smell of clarity in the tone made Lin Shiyao, who was about to leave, apparently stifle himself. Then one leapt out of the bamboo forest.

“Why don't you go and earn some more silver for the wind?!” Far away, came Lin Shiyao's proposal to bite his teeth.

“Hahaha…” Stu finally couldn't help but have a funny, wild laugh to break through the silence of the night and rush straight into the sky.

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Su Shuiju was studying a newly embroidered embroidery as the courtyard door was violently and rhythmically knocked.

She received a message from Jiangyang Yuntou Xicui earlier, saying that there was an embroidery from Jindu City. She was named to embroider her. It is a one-half meter wide, one-meter high "Guanyin Sender Chart". The deadline was very broad and had been three months, so Su Shuiju promised. So, yesterday afternoon, Jiang Yingyun sent the embroidery buddies from the embroidery building to the house with the embroidery of "Guanyin Send a Child" and what they needed to dry.

This is not true. After breakfast today, Lin Shiyao went to plant soybeans and corn underground with agricultural tools. Su Shuiqiao sat at the table and arranged the needle thread to be embroidered.

In that compartment, the courtyard door was knocked.

“Who are you looking for?” Su Shuijuan came to the courtyard door and asked each other politely. After Lu Waner came to the door and was almost abducted by mistake, Lin Shiyao repeatedly advised her not to open the door easily when she was home alone.

“Under the boss, is the brother of Shi Yao's fellow mentor.” Outside the door came a very similar cooling sound quality to that of Lin Shiyao.

Su Shuiqiao was Lin's brother. He wanted to pay a visit to Yao. Therefore, the door bolt was lowered for the last cold face that matched the sound perfectly.

“Hello, sister-in-law.” At first sight of Su Shuiju, he was slightly stunned. Then, he restrained his mind's surprise and gently offered Su Shuiju a curved gift.

“Hello... Oh, Yao, he's not back yet. You...” Su Shuiqiao was a little embarrassed. He should have been invited to the house for a seat, had a hot cup of tea and waited for Lin Shiyao to return. However, seeing as he behaved politely, he could not help but breathe a little hesitation in her heart.

“Underground?” Simon was stunned when he realized that this was a remote part of the country. Why did he kill with a hoe in his arms? Yang Fang understands why last night, when Stu came back, the weird look that made him want to punch and punch him came. “Pfft...” Let a killer go down with a hoe? Wahahahahaha, this is ridiculous!

Looking at the man standing in front of him, the expression on his face appeared to be a convulsion. Su Shuiju was a little silent.

“Cough... that, sister-in-law, won't you ask me to wait inside?” Simon pressed down his desperate smile and his eyes glanced at the woman in front of him, who was very similar to the one he had seen on the Emperor's list of searchers the other day.

“I'm sorry I was lazy.” Su Shuijuan greeted him with a smile into the house.

Behind Su Shui's back, his eyes swept across the yard with a big dog lying on the ground waiting for him. He walked for a pause. Simon Sword eyebrows picked, ha... watching the nursing home... wolf? Must be Simon from the woods, huh? He smiled and ignored his mouth. Farmer... Oh, don't be ridiculous!

Although his hands were embroidered with various colour lines, and his eyes were embroidered on the "Guanyin Send Song Diagram", Su Shuiwei's mind was mostly alert to the man in the outer hall claiming to be the brother-in-law of Yao's mentor.

Simon showed herself when she brewed a pot of scented black buckwheat tea and served two plates of crispy bean cake for dessert.

Ask her to help herself? At her house? Su Shuihui returned to the embroidery room with a smile. He wore embroidery wires. He really didn't go outside to interrupt the delightful taste of tea and try the refreshments. His eyes kept measuring the furniture in the room.

Surprised to kill a god, but willing to be a farmer in such a poor, remote town? It's incredible.

If he did not rendezvous for the department, he and Stu stayed in Pedro City for a few days. If he did not find all the jade fingers of the exclusive department, and heard that the master bullet commander had broken his bones, and if Stu did not insist on checking the facts last night, perhaps, they would set off on a mission to the west corridor in the near future, they would have missed out with Stu Ling.

However, neither he nor Stu could think of a fatal injury, a year of sight that not only healed, but also broke through advanced. This makes them come either in the knife or in the sword, they don't relax for a moment. How do you get around? That's a shameless thing to do.

Looking around the house is not luxurious but shows a unique and exquisite decoration, thinking back to the gentle and quiet woman in the next room is enough to imagine how comfortable and relaxed Sirin is today.

And them? With bloody days and swords all year round, I never thought about the future, because the killer has no future. Today's birth and tomorrow's death are certain possibilities in our hearts.

But forgive me, but now Shi Xi is not spared the slightest hope of the earth.

Can he, too, remotely think that when he is willing to remove his sword, can he also live a normal and peaceful life like Simon, who was reborn after his death, in an acre of square fields, a half-acre mansion?

Bitterly shaking his head and laughing, in the tranquillity of this fragrant, cushioned back, he leaves himself uncompressed to think of so many things that can be called wild thoughts.

At this point, there was a little pure whimpering outside.

Su Shuiju stood up ”so”. Great, it was Yao who came back. She can finally let go of her suspended heart. After all, there was a lot of pressure to live under one roof with a man who was completely strange to her.

“Yao, you're back.” Su Shuiju ran straight out of the hall, crossing the straw where he was trying to recover his mind. Lin Shiyao, who had just entered the courtyard with his agricultural tools in his hand, called with a smile.

“Mm-hmm.” Lin Shiyao nodded, somewhat surprised by a hint of reassurance in her tone. She frowned slightly and instantly moved to steadily protect Su Shuiqiu behind her.

He looked up at Simon, who had just moved out of the hall. Good. One or two. Do you really think it's a wine restaurant? You want to come?

“Long time no see.” Simon saw such a protective chicken as Simon, rarely bent the corner of his mouth and threw a greeting that sounded like crap in both of their ears.

Then, on a cold, waveless face, the color was slightly surprised. This man in front of you, did he really kill Shirin? Brown bundled waist robe, high cuffs, muddy deerskin boots, all over the body, except the face is still cool, eyebrows are still clear, all over the body and down where can you find the goblin shadow like a cold forest?

“True.” Lin Shiyao saw that the visitor was Ping Su's elusive man. He must know that it was Stu's mouth. These people, when did they learn to chew on that tongue-rooted bitch, so much talk!

“Looks like you're doing well.” This is a heartfelt statement.

Simon's ring arms hugged his chest, and did not mind Lin's indifference to him.

Also, after being hunted down by the soul of Fengyao Palace, even if we meet again, it is a grace not to greet him with a knife. How can he hope to embrace himself with enthusiasm to celebrate?

Besides, the killer is cold hearted. Why exaggerate emotional fluctuations? Oh, Sirin is the exception.

“Thanks to your blessings.” Lin Shiyao's unwavering eyes swept him, then he left this sentence and ignored him. He walked into the kitchen with Su Shuiju.

“Yao, how about this?” After entering the kitchen, Su Shuijuan scooped a pot of cooking stove for him and the remaining temperature of fresh water. After washing his hands, he handed over a dry cloth towel. He sneaked his eyes into the yard and glanced at the small, pure and large eyes. It was difficult to ask. Aren't we brothers? How strange it feels. Or is this how they get along with their brothers?

“Leave him alone.” Lin Shiyao said softly. He won't hate a few people because he has let the wind clear the cliffs. However, not being hostile does not mean forgiveness, let alone hospitality. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)