341 The First Assassin (34)

Once the truth about the destruction of the Liang family came to light in Jiangdu, officials followed the clues to find out all the participants.

Both the Feng family and the Ye family, including the small family that was almost hidden, were all dealt with.

The night of the martial arts competition. Suna took Shopkeeper Lin and broke into Feng's house.

Even if there are still some killers lurking, they are only at the end of their efforts.

Lin Huai walked up the steps quietly, raising his fair and shiny fingertips to open the door.

"Wait a minute!" Suna suddenly held his wrist and stopped him easily. He rolled his eyes and remembered something.

What if he encounters an assassin ranked above him?

The other party's expression remained unchanged, the black hair hanging quietly around his ears and the fair complexion of his cheeks reflected a fascinating contrast. His clear and translucent eyes were half closed, with beautiful eye contours, staring at her unblinkingly.

"I promised you before. I am number one and I want to protect you, so wait for me outside!"

Lin Huai listened quietly to what she said, lightly pursed her thin and beautiful lips, and asked in a clear and low voice: "Do you prefer to do it yourself?"

Suna nodded without thinking.

The original owner's wish was to take revenge personally.

"Okay." The young man blinked his long eyelashes, picked up a corner of his robe with his fingertips, and his expression calmed, "Be careful."

Suna twisted his neck in confusion and took a few steps back.

Something feels wrong.

"Meow meow, is his ranking really over 100?" It's no wonder that Suna couldn't remember it. It's just that the number is really not memorable.

[I don’t know, I don’t have the information here. 】

Thinking back to the scene on the ring just now, the speed was very fast, but nothing could be seen.

never mind.

Suna jumped over the wall and landed lightly and silently.

Let me ask again someday.

Several assassins rushed towards her when they discovered her, but were easily swept away by the whip.

The footsteps were chaotic, and someone in the main mansion shouted: "It's on fire!"

When he raised his head, orange firelight reflected in his eyes.

The crowd was flustered, and Suna calmly walked through the unimportant people.

The servants obviously didn't know why this happened, and they were rushing to pack up and run away as if the doomsday was coming.

"Meow meow, help me locate the secret book location!"

There is not much time, and it is not easy to search alone in the chaos. But you can be sure that the person who created the fire will ensure the safety of the secret book.

Suna couldn't help but admire the Feng family's obsession with this thing.

When meeting familiar people in the past, memories are transferred through the system, and they are partners who participated in the business back then.

The girl said nothing, and the scabbard went straight into the vital point and killed the person.

When it was drawn out, the stripes on the cold cartilage sword were dark and stained with hot blood.

In an instant, it was as if the soul was being smoothed out, and the hatred blocking the body's heart was dissipating.

A man dressed in gray and simple clothes crawled out from the underground passage. He gritted his teeth and clutched something tightly in his hand. His forehead was completely wet with sweat. He didn't know whether it was because the fire was too strong or because he was too anxious.

His face was also covered in gray, and he was inconspicuous among the chaotic crowd.

Feng Caozhe started the fire with the mentality of losing everything, without considering the life and death of others.

As long as the secret book is still in his hand, he will have the opportunity to use this as a final threat.

After the secret passage, there are only a few steps away from the door.

However……

A slow breeze blew by my cheeks, which was a bit strange in the hot and airtight environment. The man opened his eyes wide and raised his head. A very ordinary white paper oil umbrella was closed and the tip of the umbrella was pressed against his chin.

Looking up, the snow-white slender fingers are lightly holding the umbrella handle. It seems that the owner is careless. The hot fire extends from the eyelids to the delicate jaw line, perfectly outlines the neck.

The young man didn't even raise his eyes to look at him. Like a deserted Wang Quan, he was insulated from the heat and dyed with fireworks, which was even more elegant and evil.