That night someone burned down the ice house, and during the day someone built it again.
It seems to be a story that keeps looping, but if there is such a boring story, the person who made up this story would have starved to death long ago, so we will not hear this story.
It’s just that reality is always much more boring than stories.
She opened her eyes and saw a white icy ceiling above her head.
The muscles in her body continued to send bursts of sore current along the nerve network. She frowned and bit her lip.
What a boring assassination.
In the girl's previous understanding, in those legendary stories, assassination was a very elegant and artistic act.
Even the fire that was burned last night also coincided with the imperial demeanor of a huge shed of fireworks.
So when she learned that she was going to be assassinated, besides being frightened, she was also a little curious about what kind of person was going to kill her.
In the legendary stories she had read, most of the peerless swordsmen preferred to take on this type of job, lurking around her, carefully analyzing her eating patterns and action routes, and then on the most ordinary afternoon or early morning, The sword struck from the least imaginable angle and position.
Then she calmly wiped the blood on the sword with her white dress, calmly said hello to the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, who was unable to protect her, and then left calmly, as elegant and calm as a chrysanthemum painted in ink.
So in a girl's heart, even if she really wants to be killed, she always hopes to die at the hands of someone with a story.
But in fact, the killer is just an ocher-red sweet potato.
The ocher color is the color of the red bricks after the clay is baked. It is so common that even if you walk by it, you won't really look down at it.
So Xiaojiu would not think that such a color belongs to a killer.
In an old fairy tale, a princess hid in a dwarf's cabin to escape her stepmother's pursuit. The witch knocked on the princess' door and almost succeeded in killing the dwarf with a half-red and half-green apple. A princess.
This kind of fairy tale is not beautiful, or it is actually a bit scary, because there are so many princes and princesses who have died of poisoning in this world that even fairy tales feel ashamed.
So Xiaojiu didn't wait for the witch, but the apple was delivered to her table quietly.
"Are you awake?" A man's clean voice sounded next to her, and then with a slight slide, the man stood up to block the light from the window, and walked out without saying another word.
Xiao Jiu didn't even have the strength to complain, so he forced himself to sit up, touched the jade on his chest, and then saw the man pushing something that slid in front of him with his hand, and couldn't help but smile.
A steaming bowl of plain gauze porridge was placed there, which made the hungry little girl's appetite whet her appetite. She touched the side of the bowl with her hand, and the warm touch hinted at the temperature of the porridge.
"He's really a guy who takes care of people." Xiao Jiu smiled bitterly, turned to his face and started to sip bit by bit.
Relying on the bowl of hot porridge, Xiaojiu finally struggled to get up from the bed, and when she walked out of the igloo holding on to the wall, the guardian was sitting on her exclusive roof, her whole body dyed golden red by the afterglow.
Xiao Jiu looked to the west. The red sun was slowly setting from the lake, dyeing a large area of crimson clouds and lake water. In the weak Xiao Jiu's eyes, it looked like an apple soaked in blood, and the dripping blood dyed a large lake red.
"Doesn't it feel a bit earthy?" He said in the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, without bowing his head, looking at the red sun.
"The soil exploded!" Xiaojiu wrote wiltingly. Originally, the girl wanted to express her indignation, but all the strength in her body was taken away by the poison, and the words she wrote were a little crooked. After trying several times, she found that she could not crawl on her own. When he got to the roof, he lowered his head, blushed and stretched out his hand towards the spring of the fourth year of Qingli.
In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he held back his laughter and pulled this proud and arrogant girl into the igloo. He looked at her originally pale face and now looked like newly cut drawing paper, and said, "What, are you scared?"
"Don't be afraid!" Xiaojiu bit her lip and wrote, "I'm not dead yet, am I?"
"Even if you have the essence of Feng Shui like Qianye Liubi, you can cure all the poisons in the world." In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he turned his head and smiled slightly: "But do you know that the poison you are poisoned is Qixi Ziwei?"
The man said the name slowly, making the girl who heard it shudder.
This poison is so famous that no one has ever been able to survive it.
"Why am I still alive?" the girl asked.
"Because they no longer have the poisonous flower." He said seriously in the spring of the fourth year of Qingli: "So there are only a few remaining leaves."
"Are a few leaves so powerful?"
"After all, that flower poison killed an emperor." Spring of the fourth year of Qingli said with a sneer.
"Really unskilled." Xiaojiu wrote with a straight face.
"In your eyes, what kind of thing is a killer?" The spring of the fourth year of Qingli smiled slightly, and there were more and more inexplicable things in the smile. The young man under the sunset was coated with that layer of blood-colored light, and his words and smiles were revealed. With a faint smell of blood.
Xiao Jiu was silent. She was born in a noble family, so she knew nothing about this profession soaked in blood.
In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the sky: "It's still early, so it's a good time to chat and kill."
"The so-called killers, the so-called assassins, the so-called people who make killing their profession." He sneered: "Actually, they are just the most pitiful and humble group of people in the world."
"This is a profession that is too old to trace its origins, so there is not much meaning in finding out the origins." In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, his voice was clear and calm. He has a talent for telling stories, which can be classified as eloquence or drawing. Entering the category of leadership skills, in short, he is good at telling boring things very interestingly: "At the beginning of recorded history, many such people were called chivalrous people. Enmity can only be allowed by life and death. The strong man took out an eighty-pound iron awl from the bottom of his sleeve. The swordsman took out a blood-stained dagger from the scroll. In the belly of the grilled fish was a dagger for cutting iron, broken. A short spear held by a single arm can slay the mighty warriors of the world.”
Xiao Jiu listened intently without blinking. She was still at the age of listening to stories, so no matter how many things she didn't know, she would not get bored. The blue-haired girl's eyes reflected the light of the setting sun, so she was a little bit beautiful.
In the spring of the fourth year of the Qingli calendar, he smiled and touched Xiao Jiu's smooth forehead. Xiao Jiu thought for a moment and did not avoid it. In the spring of the fourth year of the Qing calendar year, he laughed and continued to talk to Xiao Jiu who was holding his forehead: "That was the era of knights, but that era was very... Short-lived, because killing is a very pragmatic thing, because no matter what method, there is only one goal, and that is to kill people."
"Man is a very fragile animal. There are too many things that can kill him. Iron awls can smash people to death, sharp swords can stab people to death. Even the most ordinary fists can still be hit with one punch. You can smash people to death." He talked about the knowledge of killing, and talked about it with gusto as if he was explaining the principles of cooking: "If you don't drink water and eat, many people will die. The weather is too cold, freezing to death is not impossible. Peacock's If bile is mixed with water, you will be overheated and die within three seconds of taking it. If you don’t have the ingredients at hand, you can find a needle and rub it into a bun and feed it to others. As long as it gets stuck in the throat, you will still die."
"So the killing method that only pursues swords is not commonly used today, because many people are difficult to kill with swords. The most famous one is the Emperor Shuhua whom we have mentioned before." Only when this name was mentioned, a glint of excitement flashed in the eyes of the spring of the fourth year of Qingli: "The Os Empire, the founder of the so-called eternal kingdom, tens of thousands of years after all the gods stayed away from this land, The emperor's clan was created by his own efforts, and the most powerful person known as the fourth saint died in the end due to poison."
"But being able to poison such a stunning founder of the country, although he has never left his name in the world, he can live a life worthy of it. The strongest assassin is not any of the people I mentioned before, because they all died In front of the assassinated target, the assassin who survives is the strongest assassin, so the strongest assassin does not need to use a sword."
"So." Xiaojiu wrote hesitantly: "Who is the strongest assassin today?"
"If we say five years ago." Spring in the fourth year of Qingli said with a smile, "then you have already seen the strongest assassin."
Seeing Xiao Jiu's twinkling eyes, he nodded coldly: "Star Reacher Ou Ye, the art of disguise is unrivaled in the world. At the age of twenty-one, he successfully assassinated the peak mage 'Aria of the Stars', so he is called Star Reacher.”
At the age of twenty-one, he was able to assassinate a magister who had earned the title. This talent and skill naturally made him worthy of being ranked number one in the world.
But the lead up to spring in the fourth year of Qingli was five years ago.
"What about five years from now?" Xiaojiu wrote.
"Three years ago, someone appeared out of nowhere and took away the title of the best assassin in the world, and the Star Reacher ranked second."
"Is that you?" Xiaojiu asked.
"No." Spring of the fourth year of Qingli shook his head.
"Then you were so arrogant and provocative yesterday. Wasn't it enough that he abused you before?" Xiaojiu curled her lips and wrote.
"This." In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, he narrowed his eyes in embarrassment: "Another year passed, and after I debuted, he became the third best."
