Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Lao Ha’s body was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, only one pair of feet exposed, **** smell is very light, it is obvious that the assassin has already dealt with it. If it’s not Fan’s nose, it’s very sensitive under the guidance of Fei Jie, maybe I will miss it.

Fan Xian still stood quietly in the corner, hiding the assassin in the dark and hiding himself.

He studied the method of the scorpion and five bamboos, tried to calm himself down, the infuriating flow slowly in the body, and the heartbeat formed a very tacit harmony with the snoring outside the street.

The assassin should have not left yet. The methods of conducting secret investigations in the supervision institute have always been meticulous. After all the poisoning of Fan, they will wait until the evening to confirm the death of this illegitimate child, and then leave the port of Zhangzhou in the night. In this city, since the assassin pretends to be the old Hazel, he must be most familiar with the building and will not be willing to look for another observation site.

However, the development of the matter was somewhat beyond the prejudice of the leisure. He carefully observed the room. Apart from the cold body of the bed, he did not find other people.

He slowly walked along the wall into the room, trying to pay attention to his body not to touch the furniture in the house and make a sound, the eyes drifting from the roof and some corners that are difficult to notice.

Walking along the wall to the window sill, the outside light penetrated through the window, and the old Ha's home was obviously not rich enough to use glass, so the light inside the house was not very bright. Fan Xian quietly stood by the velvet, and concealed his whereabouts by the contrast between light and darkness.

After standing for a long time, he frowned and thought that he might have been wrong. The poisoned assassin may have left the port of Zhangzhou. If this is the case, he will come here first, not control. Living in the housekeeper, there are obviously some missteps.

He went to the bed and wanted to see the poor old Ha, but as his footsteps got closer and closer to the bed, his mood became more and more tense, because he heard some kind of repressed, extremely light breathing. The breath of this person has been hidden in the noisy of the market until Fan is close to the bed.

The original assassin found that when someone came in, he had already hid behind the old body.

The breathing behind the corpse on the bed is very steady, about seven times a minute. If Fan Xian is not rich in innate instinct that ordinary people can't imagine, and his ears are sharp, then it must not be heard.

Fan’s footsteps stopped and looked at the bed for a long time. He didn’t know if it was a trap.

There was still a screaming voice on behalf of the living room outside the window, and a very slight voice came from a distance. It was obvious that a carriage was coming to this side.

He knew that the front of the building was a vegetable market, and the road was very narrow. The carriage was sure to be difficult, so he gently held the dagger and waited quietly.

The assassin also waited behind the body. He did not see who was in the room. He only knew that the other person seemed to have the same patience as himself. After a long time, he felt that he seemed to underestimate the danger here in Zhangzhou Port and should not stay. Waiting for the person who might trace this to go out, but should leave early.

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A carriage slowly traveled through the market, and the vendors on both sides began to squat. The driver's bitter face was clearly revealed. If it was not in a hurry, he would not take this route.

Finally, the vendors vacated a section of the road, the driver said to the people around, and then waved the whip, the carriage stepped forward, but squeezed a box of eggs, the seller selling eggs was very angry, pulled the horse reins The whole dish was banged and the sound was very noisy.

Inside the small building next to the market.

Hearing a bang from outside, taking advantage of the cover of the outside voice, Fan Xianqi lifted his right foot very quickly and stepped on the ground. The whole person jumped to the bedside, turned his right hand, and took a slender dagger. I slammed down to the back of the old body!

At that moment, Fan Xian clearly saw the appearance of the assassin, his eyes were cold, and the eyebrows on the eye bones were somewhat scattered. It can be seen that the age is not large, the appearance is very ordinary, but the lips are thick and the skin on the cheeks is somewhat dry. .

The assassin's right hand, which seemed unprepared on the bed, suddenly moved. A small black arrow smashed through the sleeves and flew out, directly to the face of the vanity - while the vanity was just touching the ground, the right hand was already Raised, there is no defense at all in the chest and abdomen.

The flying speed of the arrow is very fast, like a light!

At the moment of the slamming of the machine, Fan Xian responded, and helped the sticks of the five bamboos that were faster than the smashing arrows. The toes touched the ground, but they did not step on the ground, and the heels did not touch the ground. The power of the twisted, the whole body in the air can not borrow the force, a few inches to the right.

The arrow was extremely thrillingly wiped past Fan’s left face and shot deep into the wooden beams of the roof.

The assassin was shocked, and it seemed that the person who came to think of it was the pretty teenager who should have been poisoned. I couldn’t think of this teenager actually being able to escape the darkness of such a close launch!

At this time, the slender dagger in Fan’s hands had already swayed in the direction of the body, slammed into the assassin’s body, and made a hard-sounding muffled sound, just like the feeling of a kitchen knife when it broke into pork. . It’s just a pity that Fan Yu’s hand was a bit biased to avoid the arrow, and the slender dagger just inserted into the assassin’s shoulder without killing each other.

The assassin flicked like a squid in the water, and his left hand was on the verge of a moment, ready to get up and give Van Cang a fatal blow - but immediately the shoulder pain and a downward impact made him involuntarily fall again. Down, the fingers that cling to the darkness are also released.

When he got up, he prepared the pain in his shoulders, but he didn't think the pain was so severe, and... the boy's dagger actually crossed his shoulder and slammed into the bed. Peg his body alive!

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The assassin's action failed, and Fan's left hand slammed the opponent's throat incomparably. The assassin’s plain cheeks finally showed fear of death, and the thick lips were slightly open, seemingly ready to say something.

Fan’s heart shrinks and feels a slight chill. There is no chance to speak or counterattack. The tiger’s mouth is hard, and the assassin’s neck is broken. His head is on one side and killed on the spot.

His hand was still on the broken neck of the assassin for a while, feeling the cracks in the bones there, and the oozing blood gradually getting cold, and finally he finally took his hand back and began to squat and gasp.

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