Hidden Assassin

Yamanaka Villa.

‘Very luxurious villa.’ A woman sighs lightly in the air of nothing.

‘Yeah, yeah. Sis ~ Sis... let me go this time... the boss has called me a lot of things, I can definitely do it. ’

A girl's voice sounded in the air next to her.

‘Really?’

The first voice expressed doubts.

‘Really, really... You can only watch this time...'

And then something amazing happened. A bubble of bubble sugar blown out, appearing in the air, growing faster, quickly becoming more than a dozen meters in diameter, and continuing to grow. The bodyguards at the target villa had noticed something wrong and panicked. They don't know what this is, but it's definitely not normal.

But without their reaction, the bubbles floating in the air had grown bigger than the entire villa, and then burst out quietly. Quiet, only slightly ‘puffy', but with a huge wave, everyone was crushed to the ground, the first few were even pressed into the blood, and the rest were all unconscious. Then the sweet crumbling sugar scattered across the villa, looking as if it were glue.

‘All right, now all you have to do is take the photo to find the target and make it up to him...’

Girls' voices are bragging, and crisp syllables speak of a cold killing, a chilling, chestnut feeling.

‘Not bad, but don't bother. ’

A few strange syllables sounded - it sounded like the wind was pouring in the cave - a dark red line of fire condensed in the air, twisted, fell on the villa and ignited the flame of the bear.

‘Wow... Sister, you are a coincidence. I actually use my sugar as a medium...’

The sound of horny noises in the air seemed delicate.

The dark red flame burned in the villa, even the steel melted silently, and the comatose people just groaned vaguely, nothing more.

‘Gone...’

In the evening, late autumn nights come earlier. On the street, the dark shadows cast by the building distorted by the countless streams of neon lights.

‘Orange Juice Tea Garden', a very eye-catching little shop.

A man and a woman joined forces and picked a seat by the tall landing window. The store is actually cold and only one Guest sits quietly in the corner drinking a pot of tea. As if there was only one waitress, she was blowing bubble gum on the table with her boring hands open.

When a guest arrived, the owner in the red vest did not go to call the waiter, he left the counter himself, walked over with a very expressive smile, and handed over a menu: ‘What would you like? ’

Men seem to want to show some manhood in front of women or something that they can't touch, so they take a random look at the menu and say, 'Beef on an iron plate. ’

The boss's expression remains the same: ‘Sorry Guest, BBQ is not served at night. ’

Man was supposed to tell a woman a joke, interrupted very annoyed: ‘Then sugar and vinegar fish. ’

‘The fish are gone. ’

The man pressed his anger, reading ‘style...’ and staring at the smiling face of the boss: ‘Then saliva chicken! ’

“Ah... there is saliva, but the chicken is gone..."

The woman then gave a disgusting expression and pulled up the man and left. The boss was very kind enough to send the two guests who fell outside the door and said with a smile, ’Welcome back next time...'

‘Pfft...’

The girl who lazily laid on the table blew a big bubble, vaguely saying: ‘Boss, you really love me, this way...’

The boss's smile remained the same: ‘After all these years, my shop has never rushed a customer...’

The answer was a middle finger and a big bubble.

Then quiet down and no more Guests will come to the door. The owner went back behind the counter and pulled out a book that looked quiet. The clerk was still snoozing with bubbles, and the Guest, quiet as the pot of tea in front of him.

Quiet ends at 10 o'clock.

The boss stood up without a sign, bookmarked the book on his cheek, put it back in the counter, and greeted the clerk:

‘Close the door, board. ’

The girl cheered, jumped up, ran to the window, pressed the button, put the shutters down, and ran back. Turn on the vintage coin recorder and choose an old song from the early centuries. Then pull a backrest chair, cross over, fold your hands on your backrest, support your chin, and give a fearless look at the drama.

The Guest finally moved and had to walk quietly to the counter in an elegant position. It was a beautiful young man with short black hair and a precious blue eardrop on his left ear, adding a touch of sharpness.

‘How can there be so much difference between people...’

The girl gauged the appearance of the two men carefully and suddenly voiced an emotion. The Guest's expression was awkward, and the boss smiled calmly, but the girl saw a blush in his temple, so the food smiled.

‘Cough’ the Guest took the initiative to break this impasse and owed slightly 'Mr. Teama, can I call you that?’ After the other nodded, he continued: 'My name is Al, Al. Reza Duke. Of course, that's not your real name. Just call me Al. ’

After a pause, the Guest seemed a little embarrassed, thinking about the wording and continuing: ‘Today I am offering my goodwill on behalf of Peroga. Of course, our people did offend both of you the other day, but they also paid the worst price... sorry to say this in my position is a bit chilling for my people. I mean, Peloga didn't mean to be an enemy to you two. I can explain what happened earlier. ’

Al's in the mood right now is actually a little humiliating, which is perfectly normal. At the top of Peroga - and at the top, of course, not even the sub-top of the organization knows that - today we have to bow our heads in front of two people who can't even identify themselves. However, Al was no longer a young man, and he knew that the two men in front of him were qualified to bow their heads. In two days, three premier killers, just touching this little shop, never heard from again.

‘Cause, purpose, requirement. ’

The boss smiled and spoke bluntly.

When Al stands still, he realizes that the other party is not interested in the enemy, so he can do it.

‘Simply put', Al immediately decides what he can say, 'we are sheltering and training the inflexible. ’

‘Ask questions! ’

The bubble-blowing girl suddenly raised her right hand high and completely destroyed the atmosphere on the scene: ‘Al, what color do you like? Al, what sign are you? What's your favorite food? ’

……

Cold field.

……

The ‘cough’ boss saved an awkward guest: ‘Her name is Mustard, ignore her. ’

This is a statement tone.

Al hesitated for a moment, or apologized for the mustard newspaper, and then went on to say to the tea horse: ‘The intelligentsia are much more powerful than ordinary people. But after accommodating a certain number of intellectuals, our actions encountered resistance. It seems like there's a powerful organization stopping all this, and we're weird. What is even stranger is that the organization is certainly powerful, but it has never heard of it, and it has never confronted us positively. This is illogical. ’

‘Then we happen to find traces of' em 'in a business, similar to alien energy. But our intelligentsia call it not the intelligentsia. We're weird. The guess is, spell. We didn't believe it, but since the powers can exist, why can't spells be? And' em 'is a lot older than Peloga, and it's normal to know what we don't know. We thought, maybe' they ’had been in contact with that mysterious resistance, so we started tracking. I know it's forbidden, "Alru smiled apologetically and helplessly," and it has to be said that the investigation did not go smoothly. ’

Al's smile sparked an idiotic shout. Al ignored the exaggerated "awesome...” and continued: “But we discovered a clue in our recent business. ’ ”

‘What what? What clues? Ah?’

Mustard's face says' I'm gossiping. ’

Al smiled sorry for the mustard newspaper: ‘It's a bubble gum wrapper...’ Mustard is restlessly swaying the chair, Al noticed that the center of gravity of the chair shifted on the legs of the four chairs with a very regular flow of music. Some say ‘details dictate everything’, Al believes that. The power of this equilibrium alone is rare.

“Bubble gum? Haha... Is it a child?” Mustard has no heart and no lungs. ‘I won't eat it. I only eat gum that can blow bubbles...’

Al gave the mustard a ‘that means you’ look.

The mustard immediately turned away and stood frustrated: ‘I went to the kitchen to clean...'

‘A month. ’

The boss's words are still a statement.

The mustard that walked into the kitchen was frustrated, but he looked up very seriously as he walked past Al and said, "Really, don't believe in a beautiful brother. Look, it's really gum." Then he pulled out a little yellow thing and handed it to Al very seriously.

Al took a closer look at the next thing: it looked like a small banana from the outside, peeling off the skin carefully and revealing the slightly yellow sugar grains inside. Al didn't study sugar grains anymore, he just tied the sugar paper to a dancing princess with his clever ten fingers. Alru smiled brightly and took the same little man from the scene 500 meters out of his pocket and showed it to the tea horse.

‘Very cute handmade. I happen to have an intelligent man who can borrow things, and then we track him down here, and then you know it. ’

‘Purpose, requirements. ’

‘We have paused to accommodate the infidels. We do not ask to be qualified to know why, we only ask to know how. ’

It should be said that Al's request is actually very cautious and puts himself in a very low position. The two people in front of them are undoubtedly ‘they' and strong enough to never meet. More importantly, Peloga has no way of knowing how many of these strong ‘they' are. Faces like that are totally useless in the face of this powerful organization, but you don't know how powerful it is.

The tea horse easily poured Al a cup of tea and said, 'There's not much information that can be revealed to you, and it's hard to explain. Simply put, that relationship between resistance and the inflexible is like... well, the relationship between the blood of a magician and a magician. Do you understand?’

Al seemed shocked by that message, which, although simple, revealed an incredible amount of information. ‘The relationship between the blood of a magician and a magician', which means that there is a way for ordinary people to learn abilities similar to those of an exotic nature, what is that? So the monks, the magic is real? But it doesn't matter, Al, for a moment, he says, 'So can we call the Inaliens? ’

Tea horses smile: 'I can only tell you that we are neutral, and that risk and opportunity are symbiotic, right? ’

Al immediately realized and nodded thanks: ‘Well, I won't bother. Um, ask. You don't have to answer that question, do you? ’

The tea horse's smile is very formulaic, can't see the psychological change: ‘How old are you? ’

Arjun replied, ‘147 years old. Sorry, I didn't mean to...’

‘In 1872, a group of children arrived in Europe on my boat. Actually, one likes to hold my leg and call me Uncle...’

In the light, the tea horse's expression remained calm. So Al laughed, like the man in front of him bowed and turned around and left. He understands that it's just extra personal care that won't happen again.

‘Phew! 21924; Lang Lang...'

The glass door flew in shattered, reaching two meters into the tea horse as if it had fallen into something sticky and slowed down to the ground. By accident, the tea horse protected Al.

The door was broken into a blue chana, and even Al's experience had to shout 'Wonderful!’. The woman was dressed in a Miao embroidered coat, wearing an intricate silver crown with all kinds of silver accessories dangling along her steps and a rustic curved knife hanging from her waist with a five-colour wire rope. But when Al looked closely, he found that he could not concentrate in any way and could never see the details. In his heart, he knew that the visitor was a powerful character, did not dare to wait long, and hastily said goodbye.

Two men rubbed their shoulders past, the woman glanced at Al, feeling only cold, beating a shiver, walking out of the store quickly, never daring to turn back.

‘Sister Feng Yue...’

Mustard didn't know when to run out. At first sight, someone jumped on it and rubbed his little head against Feng Moon's chest...

But people don't like this way, just twist the mustard ear and lift her a little, stare at her eyes very seriously said:

‘My identity's been compromised, I'm looking for trouble. ’

Mustard magically broke free of Feng Moon's hands, took two steps back, patted her breasts, very vigorously shouted: ‘Do things by yourself! The watch is going to involve my boss...’

The moon and wind are happy, and the sword will be chopped out. The mustard screamed immediately, hiding behind the tea horse, and refused to come out. Fengyue couldn't help but throw the machete on the table and sit across from the tea horse. Hate is casually pouring yourself a homemade vodka, drinking it as if drinking water.

Mustard obviously saw the boss's blues jump again.

That knife on the table, on one side casting mountain river heze, on the other hand casting fishing farmers...

That's Xuanyuan Cuisine Knife...

Just kidding.

Fengyue, this knife casts Yamakawa River Ze, while casting the flying beast, if there is an old scholar, or can recognize this knife called "Pi", it is said that the claws of the beast White Ze are made, can know the spirits of the world, can chop demonic ghosts.

‘Did you just use rhinoceros again? I said, spying on other people's minds is not a good habit. ’

The tea horse replaced the vodka on the table with a bottle of fruit wine. Feng Moon looked at it with contempt and sighed and brought it back.

‘Yeah, it's hard to meet strangers on your side. Peroga's men? ’

The wind and moon suddenly changed colour, touching the knife to get up and go outside. The tea horse grabbed her hand and braided her belt and pulled it back.

Feng Moon looked angry, but immediately changed his face, made a listening look, and smiled, turning to sit in the chair. ‘Turns out that guy and you have an old one. Forget it, just this once. ’

The tea horse looks very satisfied.

‘Oh, I heard something funny. Peroga's headquarters, would you like to hear it?’ The moon suddenly smiles with extraordinary flair: ‘Don't know what you're going to do with those little tricks? ’

Tea horses silent.

Little tricks, actually, are about the idiots. In fact, the metaphor of a tea horse is still relevant. In Europe, the intelligentsia are called demonic bloodlines by Christianity, and how many people were burned by the medieval pillars of fire? And in Shenzhou, the monks call this kind of person -- Jiulu.

‘This thing...’

‘Peng!’

A thunderbolt struck the ground and the mustard suddenly flashed red. Tea horses were struck by lightning and jumped forward, breaking the wall, smashing into the street and dragging out a trench. The wolf is overwhelmed.

The wind and moon happened to be blocked by the tea horse. Though it was shocked and the hair was messy, there was nothing in the way. I could hear the curved knife in my hand and my heart chirped. When I looked up, I saw the mustard drop its head and stand still.

‘What is this!’ The wind and moon hurried, turning back to the tea horse. The tea horse just got up, red on the back, and smelled like aromatic barbecue.

‘possessed! ’

After shouting, the tea horse hastily rushed over, his hands quickly tied, and his mouth silently read "Peacock King Eating Evil Spell".

As soon as I heard it was possessed, the wind and moon could not rush. The ‘Pi’ in her hand was able to restrain the demons of the world and immediately pull the knife down on the mustard - someone else looked like they were trying to cut it.

Cut the mustard around by an inch, the 'Pi’ knife sparkled, but could not be cut down in any case. Fengyue was shocked. Even if Liu was under the authority of Shirazawa, he had to evade for a while. What happened today?

‘dodge! ’

The tea horse has finished the handprint, rushing forward to the heel, palms extended forward, hidden whistling sound. Looks like the tea horse noticed something was wrong and was ready to beat the mustard.

The mustard suddenly looked up when he saw the hands were about to be shot, and his eyes were clear: ‘It was me. ’

The tea horse immediately stopped, palms in ten, eyebrows lowered, singing a Sanskrit, like Hong Zhong Dalu. However, the ground level of the entire shop at his feet was split and the house was shaky, and it seemed that the trend was not easy either.

‘Well, it looks like you've had a rough time. ’

Mustard, um, the tone of the possessor is very mulberry, and the tea horse looks familiar.

‘Call me a tea horse. ’

The possessor smiled softly and nodded to the shocked and speechless moon: ‘Very nice little girl, Shirazawa picked a good person.’ So the moon became even more shocked.

‘Long story short, cause, purpose, requirements. ’

‘Still so businesslike.’ The possessor is smiling and caressing, 'but this little girl can bear my possession. It's really rare. It looks like you've done a lot of hard work. Okay, let's get down to business. This time I'm from 14 years later. ’

Tea horses squeeze their eyebrows shut up.

‘Peroga, what other organization, the partnership attacked me when I was in Nirvana. And then a little guy saved me, and he asked me for my freedom, and I brought him here. ’

The tea horse's expression was a little angry, ‘The Moon and Sun are forbidden, not to mention bringing a mortal. Even if it were you, it wouldn't be...’ Speaking of this tea horse suddenly laughing at itself, ‘Forget it, you just need Nirvana. This world is so unfair. So, what are the instructions? ’

‘The matter of my being attacked naturally belongs to you. As for the kid...’ The possessor hesitated for a moment. After all, the kid wants calm freedom, and if there is a connection with the repair world, it is not necessarily a good thing.

‘Old rules, I don't take male apprentices.’ The tea horse's expression is serious.

The mustard laughed, ‘Whatever. Do you have any more incense wood? I'm going to Nirvana. ’

‘Old price. ’

Attached to, um, the phoenix sounded clear, and that moonlight star thin —— I mean, the house collapsed —— a red light rushed into the sky, and the mustard immediately fell soft and was held in the arms by the wind and moon beside it.

The tea horse looks around the wretched area and pulls out a small barrel between the broken walls. Saw his homemade fruit wine and laughed satisfactorily. When his hands shook, the barrel disappeared and was received in a hundred buckets. Then he clapped his hands and said to the wind and moon: 'Let's go and take you to open your eyes. ’

Where are you going? ’

‘Not Zhoushan. ’