World of Chessboard

Tang Xiao foolishly shot a glance at the distant figure, a hint of admiration in his eyes. He then shifted his gaze back to the person in front of him, the Puppet Palace Master, Yun Kai.

The elegant man, in his forties, was livid. He glared daggers at Crying and Tang Xiao. "I'm really raising a tiger."

Don't laugh and cry with an innocent face, "Third uncle, why do you say that? Speaking of nurturing tigers and causing trouble, that 'tiger' should be Third Uncle right? "

Yun Kai, former Hall Master White Tiger of Puppet Palace, sworn brother of the previous Hall Master of Puppet Palace, ranked third.

Yun Kai was stunned, his face flushed red: Yes, I admit that I can't escape the responsibility of Fifth Junior Brother's death, but after so many years, what about me? Do I have any intention of harming you? Fifth Junior Brother's death also pained me, but did I have a way? But if there is one possibility, how can I be like this? I feel ashamed of your father, but am I ashamed of you? "

Don't cry and blink, "I also didn't say that third uncle is guilty of me? "You are now a fish on the chopping block. If I hated you that much, would I still be here chatting with you?"

Yun Kai was startled, "Then what are you doing?"

Mo Yu laughed lightly. "It's nothing. I just feel that you aren't worthy of being the Palace Lord of this Puppet Palace. Please, come down from this position."

Yun Kai frowned, "I don't understand what you mean."

Don't cry and ask back, "Don't you understand? What is there not to understand? "

Yun Kai replied, "Your father has done me a great favour, and I will never forget it. You're right, now that you're the trump card and I'm the meat of the fish, why must you humiliate me like this? If he wanted to kill or cut, it would be up to the monarch. It's reasonable for you to kill me to avenge your parents and brothers. If you wanted to take my head, I wouldn't have closed my eyes and waited for death. But now that the situation has been set in stone, you no longer have to humiliate me with your words. "

Crying, he looked at Tang Xiao and asked, "Do you think he misunderstood something?" Have I humiliated him? "

Tang Xiao was the only one to smile. "Of course not."

Yun Kai endured the anger, "You all are openly betraying us, destroying the Puppet Palace your father painstakingly built for the ignorant thief, and you still dare to say that I am not fit to be this Palace Master, then as long as he is ignorant, is a sinister villain worthy?"

Mo Yu's lips curved up in a smile, she took two steps forward and whispered into Yun Kai's ear, "Puppet Palace, it's someone surnamed Mo." Finished speaking, he retreated two steps, seeing the change in Yun Kai's expression he waved his hand, "Bring Third Uncle to rest."

Yu shi lowered his head slightly: "Young Hall Master, please be at ease. This subordinate will take care of Hall Master Yun."

Sobbing, he turned and walked away. "Tang Xiao, let's go. Let's try our hand at this. Don't let the Wine Hall get too tired."

"Poison..." Hearing this, Yun Kai's expression changed, he was about to open his mouth, but then made a gesture of "please": "Hall Master Yun, this way please?"

Yun Kai looked at the figure of Mo Sang's back with a complicated expression, nodding his head, and followed after him.

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"It's simply endless. When can we kill them all?" Wen Qi Hua felt a little dizzy. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the slightly shaking ground. He then casually smashed a person down with a stick and mumbled to himself.

"Here, take Luo Changxiu's head over there and rest. Someone else can come over." The silhouette indifferently said as it threw a round object at Wen QIhua.

Wen Qi Hua subconsciously took it. "I can still kill him."

Shadow kicked aside a person who was rushing to his side. "You're about to lose your strength. Go and rest." Seeing the other party in a daze, Zhang Xuan walked over and slapped him.

Wen Qi Hua trembled and regained his clarity. He immediately said, "I know." He threw away the broken stick and ran to the tree to rest.

Shadow watched him leave, and while no one was watching, he quietly wiped the blood from his lips. The only reason he had been able to win was because of his excellent qinggong and abundant internal energy, which was why he had barely managed to kill the four of them. However, compared to the Dark Palace, the Ming Palace did not care about the hidden weapons mechanism. All four of them, including Luo Changxiu, were experts in martial arts and had rich combat experience. If he wasn't careful with one blow, then the one who died might not be on the same side.

The silhouette took out the last six Penetrating Bone Nail from his chest pocket, thought for a while, and then put it back. His goal was no longer to kill as many people as he could, but to tell those assassins that he had not fallen yet. Fortunately, the remaining people who needed to be dealt with did not have the strength to threaten the silhouette, but the injuries on their body would only worsen as the silhouette continued to move.

"Invincible? I don't believe in that. I only believe in the law of the jungle. If you die that easily, how will you be able to accompany me to the day when I slaughter all of mankind and look down upon all of the realms? " A bit of a flirtatious tone.

The silhouette stopped in its tracks, smiling wryly as it began to organize the blood vessels in its body. He did not fall, but he did not continue to fight either. He quietly watched the battle that was nearing its end.

The reason why he was dressed in black was so that he could not see the bloodstains on his body, while his white clothes could only look proud and aloof amidst the dead bodies that littered the ground.

The silver mask on the shadow's face splattered with a few drops of blood, but the robe was surprisingly clean. Only the faint traces of blood on the face and body were left, not even a speck of mud. His back was straight, his long sleeves were wide, and he was truly elegant and proud.

Although it could not be said to be changing in the blink of an eye, it had only been six hours since the battle had started. From the time that the Poison Hall had officially taken action, to the time when the assassins had been exposed and killed, to the time when Shadow had rushed over and single-handedly killed the experts of the Ming Palace, to the time when the battle had ended, it had only been less than an hour.

Demon Poisonfeather walked over from behind. He wanted to open his mouth to call out to shadow, but the voice stopped. He only stopped in his tracks and silently looked at the proud and lonely white robe on his back.

Feeling the approaching demonic viper, the silhouette turned to look at the Hall Master of the Hall of Blood and Wine: "How are the casualties?"

The devilish viper was silent for a moment, containing all of the sadness and mourning. Then, it replied with a completely cold voice. "Eight from the Hall of Blood, and thirteen from the Hidden Words." Assassins were not disabled, only the living and the dead.

Shadow looked at the assassins under the tree that were either unconscious or close to fainting, and sighed softly, "Go tell them that those who are willing to live and continue to serve Master. Then... All of them are the master's most important subordinates. Today's mistake has implicated them, so we will properly bury them. " His voice wasn't loud, but most of the killers heard it.

The only woman in the Hall of Blood, Xue Yue, looked at her amputated leg and suddenly smiled. She looked at the exceptionally handsome white figure and said, "Shadow, I like you." Looking at the astonishment in his eyes, as well as the shock that appeared on his leg, he knew that he had guessed his identity.

She was not restrained. In fact, in life and death, she no longer had the reserved nature of a woman. She dared to love and to hate: "I am the blood moon, can you hug me?" He looked at the silhouette with eyes as calm as water. He did not look forward to it, nor did he plead for anything. He only expressed his hope, and did not care if he would be rejected.

The noisy environment suddenly quietened after her soft words, and everyone looked at the two of them in abnormal silence.

The shadow looked at her, but didn't reply. Its black eyes were still, showing no emotions. However, he was silent for a short moment before he walked over to the blood moon with a smile. He bent down and embraced the blood moon's waist, lifting her up.

Xue Yue happily smiled, as if she hadn't expected the shadow to agree. In her heart, she no longer had any regrets as long as she said this sentence that she had never been able to say. She had never dared to aspire to the embrace of a shadow.

Her smile was sweet and her beautiful eyes sparkled. She was originally a delicate and pretty girl and could not be considered beautiful. However, her fair skin, along with her delicate features, gave off a youthful vibe. It was still very pleasing to look at. As one of the best in the Hall of Blood, Xue Yue didn't have the gentleness of a woman. She no longer had to worry about the coldness of an assassin. Her sweet smile was exceptionally dazzling.

The silhouette wiped away the blood on her cheek with his sleeve. There was no emotion in his eyes, but he took care of it. "Blood Moon, you are very, very beautiful now."

Xue Yue smiled happily as she put her arms around his neck and said softly, "I had a dream since I was young. I dreamed that I was wearing blood-red wedding clothes and was lying in the arms of the man I love. He said that I was very beautiful." He reached out his hand to stroke that ice-cold mask and looked at it stupidly, as if he was imagining the face behind that mask. However, she did not make any excessive requests in the end: "Shadow, thank you. More... If anyone asks about me, please apologize to him for me. " He pulled the dagger out of his sleeve and slit his throat. Her greedy, loving eyes were fixed on Shadow, and her smile was as beautiful as a blooming poppy.

Blood soaked Xue Yue's black nightgown, her snow-white clothes and her face, which had already been wiped clean. Blood-stained, blood-red clothes, blood-red wedding clothes. Shadow was still holding her, a gentle smile on his lips. The dignity of an assassin made her unwilling to live on in this world with her incomplete body. Her long-cherished wish was accomplished. To die in the arms of a man she loved and dared not to love, could also be considered as entering a beautiful dream where she would never wake up again.

As for getting her own blood to wet Shadow's clothes, it was probably a bit of selfishness that she didn't dare to say out loud. He had always worn only the shadow of his black cloak, only today he was wearing a white robe — a white one that hadn't been stained after the bloody battles. It was a great honor for his own blood to be spilled on such clothes.

After a moment of silence, the silhouette gently placed the blood-red moon under the tree she had been sitting on, allowing her to lean against the tree trunk. Afterwards, he used his hands to close her eyes. She looked at him and said slowly, "I remember you, Blood Moon."

Everyone was puzzled by his words for a moment. Then, they understood that he was responding to the introduction given to them by the blood moon.

You think I forgot about your existence, but I actually remember that I can avoid you.

Even if he only remembered her like an ordinary assassin.

"Hall Master, Shadow, please apologize to Young Master on our behalf." After a long while, a few assassins who were observing quietly spoke up.

Shadow slowly stood up, then bowed deeply towards them, and said, "This is my mistake, I apologize on behalf of Master. "Take care."

They did not answer. In the same silence, the three of them did not hesitate to commit suicide. Blood spilled all over their bodies.

The assassins of the Poison Hall had all put in a lot of effort to train them. The assassins of the Hall of Blood were one in a hundred. They were only twenty-something years old. They still had a long way to go in their lives. Be selfish and let them live. They can continue to serve Young Master Qing Yi in other ways.

Shadow didn't want to insult their killer pride, so he apologized for his negligence.

Killers know they can no longer serve their masters to preserve their self-esteem, so they apologize for their selfishness.

The silhouette shut its eyes with all its might and stood up straight, returning to its original indifference. He did not wipe the blood from his face and let it stain him.

He turned around, turning his gaze towards the emotionless Mo Caiyi who had been watching him for a long time.