The spring rain is continuous and pattering.
The visitor from afar, wearing a raincoat, a bamboo hat on his head and a long knife on his back, stepped into the deserted street of the small town in the mist and rain.
It would be wrong to say that there was no one... The long street was deserted. There was an old beggar at the corner, huddled under the eaves to take shelter from the rain.
The eaves of the roof could not block the falling spring rain, and the thin quilt covering the beggar's body was already wet. He shrank and shrank, looking very pitiful.
The visitor walked up to him, sighed, lowered his head and dropped a few coins.
"Thank you, thank you..." The old beggar trembled with his thin old hands as he picked it up.
The moment he received the coin, a wrist blade suddenly popped out of the old beggar's sleeve and stabbed straight into the visitor's abdomen!
The rivers and lakes are full of mist and rain, and murderous intent is everywhere.
However, at the same time as the wrist blade appeared, the copper plate in the visitor's hand flicked, and with a "taut" sound, it was inserted into the old beggar's forehead.
The wrist blade lost its power, and the visitor grabbed his wrist lightly. When he looked at the old beggar again, there was a bloody hole between his eyebrows, and he was already dead.
"You're anxious too... The sludge on your face is a temporary smear, not caused by not washing your face for a long time. You can still see it if you are careful..." The visitor sighed, turned and left.
The spring rain was still falling, washing away the blood stains, and the long street was still deserted. No one knew what had just happened here.
There seemed to be wine flags flying at the end of the long street, and the rain hit the lanterns, making them creak and sway. The guests were standing outside the door, and they could hear the noisy sound of drinking glasses. Many drinkers were taking shelter from the rain and drinking inside, making it very lively.
"Did you hear about it? There was a ruthless person in the world recently."
"There are many ruthless people in the world, which one are you referring to?"
"Hey, needless to say, I'm also referring to Qianlong Ninety-One, Zhao Changhe! Who else is more popular than him these days?"
The guest twitched his lips.
This time the verdict is...
No, there is a verdict.
But why can’t this ranking be compared with me? It’s either 250 or 91. Mr. Zhao, who wrote this bad book! How many years do I need to be sentenced?
However, it felt very good to hear someone talking about himself. Zhao Changhe pushed the door open and said, "Shopkeeper, do you have a seat? Let's have a hero set meal... Oh, two jiao wine and a plate of cooked beef. By the way, again Beat two kilograms of wine, put it in a gourd and pack it up."
"Okay, sir, please sit down for a moment."
The drinkers in the conversation glanced at a young man with a clean shave, who looked very majestic. With a sunny and refreshing smile and a scar on his face, not only did he not ruin his image, but he looked a little cool. At this time, he was a little embarrassed because of the rain. He looked quite lively as he jumped on his feet and hugged his raincoat. Everyone glanced at him and continued talking without taking a closer look.
"Speaking of which, Zhao Changhe is really a ruthless man. He killed the young master of the Luo family when he was in the Luo family village, and he killed the sub-ruler of the Blood God cult when he was in the mixed-blood cult. He is a rebellious person by nature and a demon seed."
Zhao Changhe: "..."
I thought you were talking about my heroic feat of killing a fourth-level triple kill. The Book of Troubled Times rarely gives me face, so can’t you see the “powerful killing” I used? I was given a verdict that lasted for nine days, can’t you see it?
What are you talking about!
"Yes, what kind of person is this kind of person if he is not ruthless? Now there is a wanted order, and the right way is not tolerated. He has also betrayed the demon sect, and the demon sect has also issued death orders all over the world. How many days can this person live?"
"The Demon Cult should be more generous. The bounty is actually a thousand taels of gold! What is that from the imperial court? The reward of one hundred taels of silver has not been touched for several months and is not taken seriously at all. I went to the city yesterday and there was a sign posted on the city gate. The wanted posters have all been wiped out by the rain, and no one has replaced one. I want to see what Zhao Changhe looks like but can’t find it.”
"So it's actually not that difficult, right? In other words, the Demon Cult's pursuit is more difficult, and the government and the righteous side don't pay much attention to it?"
"How can it be that simple? The rewards from the Demon Cult are so high, and there are countless killers and bounty hunters who come for the money. How often have there been so many killers and bounty hunters in the world? I heard people say that there are people in Xuelou who want to take action."
"Assassin's first floor?"
"yes……"
"Then he may wish himself well, but he must not lose track of his whereabouts."
"Why do you seem to care about him?"
"Hey, haven't you heard? This idiot has a crush on Yue Hongling. When he was the owner of the cottage, even his wife looked for someone who looked similar to Yue Hongling. The result was pitiful, even the fake was lost and he ran away. Yes. I didn’t feel like I was suddenly grounded, but I felt like I was kissing..."
"Are you sick? This is called amiability? This is called stealing my wife! Even if there is no reward, if he dares to show up in front of grandpa, he will chop off his head with a knife!"
"Come on, you can dream better than him." Everyone burst into laughter: "Don't mention it, he seems to be the only one on the Qianlong list who is so embarrassed. None of the others are lofty and unattainable. ?”
"Yes, I would probably buy him a drink in front of him and ask him what it felt like to be dumped by Mrs. Yazhai, hahaha..."
"Don't let this man die too early. I still want to have fun. When will Yue Hongling see him? Hahaha..."
The wine shop was filled with happy air, and the veins on Zhao Changhe's forehead twitched.
Thank you very much for your concern.
Where is my heroic record? Where is my power cut? Where is my verdict? Did I finally pretend to be cool?
Why don't you just focus on the key points and talk about business?
By the way, who just called me stupid? Didn't pay attention for a moment...
The waiter brought the wine and food over and said with a smile: "Guest, your wine gourd is a bit old. We also sell wine bags, made of cowhide! Do you want to change it?"
Zhao Changhe glanced at the old gourd, smiled slightly, ignored the words, and asked nonchalantly: "Hey, is it not illegal to kill a cow?"
The waiter said "hiss": "We are old cows. We have been reported to the government, so don't talk nonsense."
"Die of old age?" Zhao Changhe picked up a piece of beef and smiled more playfully: "But why do I think... it was poisoned to death?"
The waiter's expression suddenly changed, and a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand.
Before he could insert it, the chopsticks in Zhao Changhe's hand were heavily inserted into his palm and nailed to the table.
The waiter's earth-shattering screams frightened the entire restaurant into silence. Everyone looked at the place in shock, at a loss.
"As expected of a gangster, he is well versed in all kinds of things." The shopkeeper slowly walked out from behind the counter, shook his head and sighed: "As expected of Qianlong Ninety-One, he has such fast hands."
People stayed there for a long time without saying anything.
Qianlong Ninety-One? Isn’t he the protagonist everyone was talking about just now? We talked about it for a long time, but they just sat on the sidelines and listened!
The person who just scolded him for being stupid had already run away secretly, and the person who said he had chopped off Zhao Changhe's head with a knife covered his crotch and disappeared.
I thought he was a lively young man before, but now he pinned the waiter's palms to the table with chopsticks, and the waiter screamed, looking like a terrifying monster.
Zhao Changhe grabbed the chopsticks with one hand and said leisurely: "Actually, I don't understand your kind of world at all. It's just that I was assassinated outside just now, so I was extra cautious and bluffed this little second brother. Unexpectedly, it was actually a scam..."
The waiter was so painful that he was sweating: "Help, help me..."
"Whoa!" The sword flashed, and the shopkeeper's knife cut off the waiter's hand: "Trash!"
The waiter rolled to the side, holding his broken arm and wailing, looking at the shopkeeper with a look of gratitude or hatred.
"Tingxuelou?" Zhao Changhe said lightly: "A bit cruel."
"It's not as good as Mr. Zhao's knife to chop the boss's backbone." The shopkeeper dusted off his clothes and said seriously: "Listen to Xuelou Yu Zhuifeng, please give Mr. Zhao a hint..."
Before he finished his pretentious posture, a steel knife had already struck at his head and face: "An assassin who is engaged in assassination is still here playing the role of a gentleman and a martial artist, and he is acting like a fool! Die!"
The shopkeeper never expected that this guy who was sitting and talking and laughing just now and seemed to be very calm would suddenly become violent without any sense of martial ethics. What's more, he didn't expect that his sword would be so fast. His hand didn't even move, and the light of the sword was already approaching!
He was caught off guard and dodged so fast that the poisonous needles under his clothes fell to the ground.
Sure enough, dusting the corners of your clothes in a pretentious manner is not a good thing, Zhao Changhe is still very alert.
A gentleman's moral character?
Never played with these people.
The shopkeeper lost the opportunity and clumsily dodged the wave after wave of Zhao Changhe's sword. He shouted angrily: "Zhao Changhe, you are wanted by evil and evil. There is no place for you in the world. Now you have to kill him again." I heard that Xue Lou offended me to death! Why not form a good relationship and keep a wife..."
Without saying a word, Zhao Changhe caught up with him and cut off the shopkeeper's neck: "You talk a lot of bullshit!"
"..." The shopkeeper didn't finish his words and fell to the ground in disbelief.
The waiter held his broken arm and shrank back in horror. Zhao Changhe pointed his long sword in the distance and sneered: "Zhao Changhe's sword came out of Beimang and wants to test the world. If all the heroes in the world are like you and others, I will be really disappointed!"
