Dandere General and his Lord

Just a snow, the road near the city is very difficult to go.

But in Zhengzhou, there is a prosperous capital called the business, and the streets are still coming to the car. It is very lively.

Those cowards that picking firewood, carrying the shelves, the peasant woman sitting with a bull, wearing a soldier holding a Chango, come and go on a muddy road covering the snow.

The crowd Chuanxun is endless, and enter and exit in the city of the city.

Because there is such a flow of people, there are a lot of vendors on both sides of the road within the city gate.

Some tea booths, some sell a snack.

For those who have returned to the city or returning to the road, the mat mats.

From time to time, there will be two wealthy people ride the carriage, and they have passed from the mud, and the wooden wheels splash mud, let the pedestrians on both sides have evade.

A young lady who sells fire, the mix is ​​on the roadside, he borrows the shackles of the burden, carefully observes the carriage returned from the city.

His name is dark, it is a assassin.

I don't remember my specific age, maybe sevente, or maybe Eighteen.

He only knows that there is not much to live in his companion to him.

And his life-trained dead service, only one girl and him live together in a cruel test.

Their master gave them a name, the girl is called Yang, he is dark.

But now, the girl called Yanyang can't see it.

The darkness is in the roadside, and the stomach is hungry.

The aroma burned on the burden was floating, drilling into his nostrils, but he never reached his hand.

It is likely to start the action that is not allowed to have a food that has just been eaten in his belly. It is likely to vomit him in dramatic actions.

Even a little mistake in action will have your own life.

Away is connected to the message, the target is coming soon.

This target figure is a legs that are legs and sitting in the carriage.

The man is the high official of Jin Guo, just made returns, name is Zhou Zixi.

A dark has heard this name very early.

Once once, his only friend Yang sat around him asked: "Dark, have you liked?"

A dark don't understand what is like, his life has only two things, complete the task and continues to live, or death.

The partner who grew up in the mud in the eyes, revealing a look he could not understand, slightly red face: "I like my goal, his name is Zhou Zixi."

"You can't do this, you will not live in this way." Away said.

"Yes, because I like him, I think I may be dead." Ayang is gently answering.

Ayang really died soon.

The only friend who can talk to the darkness is gone.

The sound of the bones came up on the road.

Because of the intensiveness of the flow, the carriage slowed the speed.

There are many guards before and after the carriage.

After a long journey, I finally arrived at the gate of my country.

The gods of the guards are obviously relaxed.

They are relaxed, discussing where to drink a cup of spirits in the evening.

The curtain of the window is set off, showing a clear and elegant face.

This is the goal of the darkness.

A darkness didn't hate this person, but he had to take this person's life.

Save your own survival with someone else, this kind of thing has done countless times.

He provokes his own burden and welcomes the carriage.

On the noisy street, the teenager and the carriage are over.

The horse pulling the car is like a thing, and the long rumble rushed, and he hitted the boy who picked the fire burning.

The golden fire is scattered, and the boy who sells fire is in the mud, and it is holding the leg pain.

The carriage is soon being controlled by the guards.

The surrounding people surrounded.

A dark rolls on the ground, and false and sag.

A wheelchair stopped in front of him, sitting on a wheelchair with a Wen Wenya man.

"How is your little brother? I am not hurtful?" The man reached out and asked if you are concerned.

Too good, the goal has taken the car, it will be close to yourself.

A dark heart is fortunate, he originally only wanted to stop the carriage, waiting for the hand.

He quietly looked for four weeks, there were several own companions in the crowd, and they were quietly engaged in their own eyes and prepared to meet themselves.

Time is very good!

A dark dagger, piercing the man who is close to picking up!

Zhou Zixi's defenders reacted, and he slammed a wheelchair. The wheelchair made a slippery on the snow, with Zhou Zixi fell to the ground, and the danger avoided a deadly knife.

The crowd of the crowd suddenly rushed.

The population of the pensions in a time is blocked by Zhou Zixi and his guard.

A man in the dark sword rushed into the snow in the snow.

The man looked up, a pair of clear eyes were looking for him.

I don't know why, I suddenly sounded the voice of Ayang in my mind.

"Because I like him, I think I will die."

Ayang is for him to die.

A Dark Ton lived a very short moment.

Just because of such a moment, the ramps extended a hand, and I grabbed his blade, so that he couldn't stab.

This is a girl with his old age.

This woman hand holds a short-blade, and the electric firing is exchanged with him.

Between the masters, just a few tricks can know the strength of the other party.

A dark knew that his mission failed, he could not take the goal of life in this woman.

He fights for himself, rushing out of the heavy, escape.

That girl is Ajia, she pushes the wheelchair, and she has helped the Zhou Zixi in the snow, placing people in a wheelchair: "Zhouner, are you nothing?"

"Thank you, I don't like it." Zhou Ziyuan gasped, calming the emotions, "Ajia girl, how come you."

"Before the few days, the Lord also encountered the assassin. The Lord did not rest assured that you will pick you up." Ajia said, she looked up to see the position in front, "The Lord is also personally."

There is no longer confident that the leaf is sitting on the horses.

She tightly looked at the reins of the hand and looked at the confusion in front of him.

If she didn't think of it, I was going later.

Zhou Zixi, just returned to Zhengzhou, will die in his own city, and die in front of himself.

Those assassin mixed in the crowd, escaped in four.

Countless Jin State soldiers have come to the weapons and search for hunting assassins.

"Immediately close the city gate, the whole city will be inquiry, be sure to grab the assassin." Cheng Qianye has commanded.

In the Assassin of Zhou Zixi, there is a very special teenager. The color on his body is a pure black.

Do not mix any impurities black.

Cheng Qian leaf has never seen pure black.

Obsidian in the sun.

She wants to find out this assassin, find out what they have behind, let them pay for their own stupid behavior.

Back to the palace.

Cheng Qianhui sat down, she pulled the armored hand, opened her palm, and saw the palm of the hand, the blood of the armor.

At the time of the crisis, Araa used this hand and grabbed the enemy's blade. Saving Zhou Zixi's life.

Cheng Qian leaf sprinkled medicine on the wound, tied to Za: "For a while, give you a good look."

Alan eye bends, showing a standard smile: "Little hurt, the main public does not have to worry."

"It is very painful, why do you want to laugh?" Cheng Qianye looked up at this girl who was only 167 years old. She is still so small, but it is used to the pain, if not this blood, when it is from the surface I can't see that she suffered such a heavy injury.

"Ajia, people are happy, will laugh. When I was sad, I will cry." Cheng Chi-leaves wrapped around the bandage, "You don't have to be so deliberately violated your heart, when you are painful, you You can let yourself be angry when you are painful and angry. "

Araa stunned, blinked: "But the master told me, no matter when, you should not show the real expression. Only you don't know your expression, the enemy can't guess your true action. Do a qualified The dead service, don't have your own heart. You don't need your own expression. "

Cheng Qianhui did not talk, there are still too many darkness in this world, where she did not see the corner.

"Zhou people, you think these assassins will be sent?" Cheng Feng opened inquiry, "the last few days, the Lord met a assassin, the person is old, the body is thin, the martial arts, the martial art super, I and A The two people did not leave him. "

Zhou Zixi thoughtfully, the opening: "The Song Guo's prince Ji is around, there is a heart of the belly, the name is very similar to the assassin you describe. Last time we let Song Guowei land payment, Ji I hate it into bones, and my gas is really likely to plan this despicable thing. "

He recalled the girl Yanyang, who was dead for him, sad: "This teenager in this day, also reminds me of my old man. Although the appearance is different, they have many similar qualities. That person It is a dead service in the Song Dynasty. "

The season of falling snow is the most difficult season for the poor.

Even the relatively bustling cities like Zhengzhou, there is also a refugee that has many shortcomings, and resurgence.

The Xicheng District, which is gathered in the slum, is unable to defend the wind and snow.

A 17th year old teenager hurriedly walked from the snow.

He is black in black, and the hair is knocked, can't see the face. Wear a shabby cotton coat, grab a piece of cake, while walking.

There is a hungry leather bones at the root of the wall, watching the half of the cake in his hand, envy direct.

In the end, he still could not endure the temptation of hunger, holding the broken bowl in his hand, stoping that a lot of teenagers than him.

"Brother, enjoy it, take a little. I am not hungry."

The boy opened the iron basin, saw that the broken pot rolls up on the ground, made a bone sound, he seems to have done a fun thing, haha ​​laughed.

Xiao Yan disappointed picked up his own basin, he was too hungry, hungry is panicked.

If the half of the cake can make him eat a bite, he would rather it.

Although he knew in his heart, even it was a meal, this cake would not fall into his hand.

The squash fell over his basin, he couldn't believe his eyes, and quickly picked up the pie in the mouth.

"Thank you, thank you." He looked at the nose. "

Looking up, see that the boy has been far away, and his back is to wave your hands.

A carriage slowly traveled from the corner of the street.

The cavity set off a corner and passed a cold voice.

"It's that person, grabbed him."

Xiao Yan is horror, I saw a red seating in the car, and the Zhang's bow was an arrow, and the arrow had a teenager who had just finished his cake.

The young man has a arrow in the back, falling, but the movement is agile and quickly turned around and went forward.

The red guards were two arrows, and they were shot into the legs of the teenager and put him in the ground.

There are countless soldiers in the street, and the teenage that struggling to escape is put on the ground, bundle.

Araa jumped on the carriage of Cheng Qian leaf, cold tang: "Blocking his mouth, don't let him go, go back and try it."