Playing to the death and cheating on you

The wind kept blowing, unscrupulously, as if it wanted to blow away people's hearts. 【26nbsp;】

The third prince woke up suddenly.It was a gut feeling, a gut instinct.

He jumped up and hid in the dark, the quilt was still wrapped into a cylinder, and the pillows were arranged, as if someone was asleep.He was wearing clothes, even when he was asleep, he was wearing night clothes.

Then, I saw the black shadow on the window, jumping and flickering vaguely, and then, somehow, I pushed open the window and jumped in lightly.

His heart was beating so fast it was almost bursting out of his chest.

Waiting for this scene has been waiting for a long time.He knew that if someone wanted to attack him, sooner or later he would show his fox tail...

That black figure, holding a big knife in his hand, walked slowly, slowly towards the bed!

He almost cried out—this shadow, he recognized—the masked man who murdered the little princess in the inn—he was not dead.

At that time, he grabbed the little princess fiercely and stabbed him down. His appearance was wretched—even though his face was covered, he still clearly remembered his figure, appearance, and aura—it was a kind of Intuition - the ability to never forget in the face of life and death.

No matter how stupid you are, you will never forget the person who raised a knife to kill you, not to mention, the third prince has a very good memory.

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Before he settled the score with him, he actually came to the door first.Judging from the power that poisoned the two princesses, eradicated the entire town, and arranged everything seamlessly afterwards, it is not difficult to find a person in the Northland—somewhere, this is him alone. The reason for people to stay is to sit on the sidelines and wait for the rabbit. Even if he doesn't take the initiative to attack, he can't hold back, he will always come.

However, that person doesn't seem to only kill people, he is looking for something...

The third prince thought, what exactly is he looking for? ? ?

The wind is still blowing, but his whole body is hot.Silently, he took out the dagger from his chest and held it tightly... It was the precious sword he used on the battlefield, cutting iron like mud.

This time, what he set his sights on was the assassin's vest.With one stab, the assassin would be finished... However, he was not in a hurry to make a move—he hoped to catch someone alive.

He hoped to find a reliable evidence - not to clear up his grievances, but to seek justice for the dead - so that the real mastermind behind the scenes would pay with blood.

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