[Slow Wear] Assassin System

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The cold winter snow whistled and scraped on the street, scraping the pedestrians coming and going.

At the gate of the city, two soldiers in thin clothes huddled together to keep warm.

Ordinary soldiers are not qualified to drink alcohol. Alcohol is so expensive, and only the samurai who is the captain can drink a little.

"Everyone who passes by must be strictly investigated!" The samurai yelled at them, "A woman who is dying of illness! Do you hear me! The woman who is dying of illness must be investigated!"

A woman dying of illness—this is the kind of thin, gray-faced, elderly woman in the soldiers' imagination.

"Woman? A woman who is dying of illness in this weather?" The soldiers whispered softly, "Why do you want a woman who is dying?"

Another soldier replied: "I heard...it was Mr. Shinto who said that when he was drunk that day, you were not here-the lord said that the wife who came to marry the princess from another country was poisoned to death!"

"Scary! Is it credible?" The soldier was shocked, "Poisoned? Which country?"

"That's the country where there are mermaids." The well-informed soldier chuckled, "It is said that when he died, his seven orifices were bleeding, and it was the daimyo's mother who did it!"

"Then this marriage is not going to happen?" the soldier murmured, "Are there going to be wars again?"

"That's not necessarily the case." Another person said, "Now it's said that the princess was left behind, and maybe they won't fight wars if they get married."

In the boring life, only the secrets of the superiors can be interesting. Finally, such a big event happened, which also involved the beautiful Ji Jun and the famous wife of the "Mermaid Country". are they excited?

As we chatted, the topic naturally began to be understood.

At this moment, a black figure slowly approached in the snow in the distance, and the soldiers realized that it was a rather extravagant-looking carriage when it approached.

The soldiers tensed up.

Immediately, someone stepped forward to stop the carriage, and the driver in front of the carriage shrank and rolled down immediately. The soldiers could hear him clearly, and he tremblingly turned his head and called in a low voice: "Madam... Madam... is a soldier."

The word "madame" is so refreshing!

The samurai who led the team immediately stepped forward swaggeringly: "Who is it!"

The curtain of the carriage was lifted neatly in front of him!

I saw a tall and beautiful woman standing condescendingly on the shaft of the chariot amidst the flaps of her clothes. Such an astonishing appearance made everyone, including the samurai, dumbfounded.

This, where is this goddess descending to earth!

Then the fairy said: "This is a document to pass the customs—get out of the way quickly! I want to save my son's life."

Unexpectedly, this fairy's voice was extremely rough, which was completely opposite to her perfect appearance, and she was also different from the gentle and caring fairy that the soldiers imagined. A thrill, awe from the bottom of my heart.

This is an indescribable feeling—is this woman beautiful?Of course she is beautiful, so is she dreamy?Dare not dare.

Her eyes were as sharp as a knife's edge.

The samurai who led the team took the document tremblingly, and took a step back, as if frightened.

"Look well!" the woman condescendingly scolded, "Quickly let me go! My son is seriously ill, if you dare to delay, I will definitely make my husband take your life!"

The samurai bowed subconsciously: "Yes, yes!"

He quickly flipped through the documents and documents in his hand, yes, both the seal and the identity were correct, this was indeed the noble concubine of the general's family.

The warrior said again: "You...your young master..."

The woman didn't make things difficult for him, she lifted a corner of the curtain: "My son can't blow the wind, just watch!"

Through the gap in the curtain, the samurai saw a sick young man with a flushed face in the carriage, and the anxious maid beside him. The maid was healthy and had a ruddy complexion.

There is no woman who is dying of illness. This is a lady who took her son out of the city to see a doctor in a monastery. There is a large monastery with a lot of incense outside the city, which is said to be very popular among the nobles.

It was a snowy day, and his son was ill again... The samurai sighed a few times.

"Ready?" the woman pressed, her voice was hoarse and majestic, as if she didn't look like a woman.

The samurai only felt unreasonable fear in his heart, and he subconsciously nodded.

"Get back!" The woman snorted, snatched the document from him, and threw him a small piece of silver. Then she turned around and yelled at the driver, "What are you doing! Drive!"

The coachman shrank his head and crawled back to his seat, which showed that he was extremely afraid of this lady.

The carriage started to drive again, and the wheels rolled over the low wall barrier in the snow, heading towards the wild temple.

This snowy day... Maybe there are ghosts in the snow.

The samurai sighed again, grabbed the jug and poured a few mouthfuls of expensive cloudy liquor.

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As the cold wind howled, Miao Xuan stood on the snowy ground with his long spear on his shoulder, his clothes fluttering, and his mood was extremely complicated for a while.

He washed off the blood on the tip of the gun with the snow, looked at his big skirt, and his movements were so skillful that it made people feel distressed.

Ah... I, who wears women's clothing, have grown up a bit.

The little system was very embarrassed: [You can get used to wearing such a skirt...Brother Miao, there should be no skirt that can hinder you in the future. 】

Miao Xuan: ...Yes.

The timid coachman huddled on the shaft: "Husband, madam... ghost, ghost..."

"The ghost is dead!" Miao Xuan impatiently started a fire in the snow, "There is only one head left, burn it and it will be gone, don't be afraid!"

However, the coachman leaned over, and the maid in the car was lucky not to be frightened by the horrifying scene because she had been huddled in the carriage.

Miao Xuan sighed, and after finally burning the combustible and harmful garbage, he climbed back into the carriage, kicked off the driver, and took his place.

Driving day and night, the horse's stamina should be reaching its limit, and then I will find a place to rest for a while... Although Ning Ning's condition can still be controlled, just to be on the safe side, I will change a horse in the monastery and continue like this There will be no delay in rushing.

"Let's go." Miao Xuan patted the horse's neck, and the horse moved meekly.

The coachman and maid were all recruited by Miao Xuan temporarily, and the horses and carriages were genuine goods that were taken away from the general's house.

Miao Xuan walked almost in a straight line along the way. Those roads that no one dared to walk because of the touch of demons and ghosts were no threat to Miao Xuan. The most fortunate thing is that the snow fell lightly this year in winter, otherwise the carriage would have been really difficult. It's not easy to go.

Miao Xuan's actions were very straightforward, and the letter from Zen Master Zaixue was also unexpectedly useful. The temple actually changed the horses with Miao Xuan, and not only that, but also provided charcoal fire and dry food.

The trip started again, and after a long time the coachman finally woke up, this time the coachman's fear of Miao Xuan went up to a higher level, he huddled down and drove honestly, and Miao Xuan was finally free, he turned around and entered the carriage.

After the cold air all over his body dissipated, Miao Xuan stretched out his hand to touch Ning Ning's forehead. The girl babbled a few times about her mother, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

For the convenience of fleeing, Miao Xuan has been wearing women's clothes for the past few days, while Ning Ning has been replaced with the robes of a noble boy.

In fact, Miao Xuan is ready to break through the barrier violently, but after all, there are patients, and a smooth journey is the most important goal.

This time, the plan to salvage Ningning from the backyard of Houtian was considered to be very smooth. Counting the rush, the total time spent back and forth will not exceed a month. Among them, the wife of the Changzong I really helped a lot.

Miao Xuan also only found out after leaving Houtianzhu City that the wife of the Changzong family had died bleeding from all seven orifices, but she was not poisoned to death as rumored...she was backlashed by Miao Xuan's power. die.

This matter is very tricky, although the lady is weird, but Miao Xuan did kill his benefactor by mistake.

It was so grassy that Miao Xuan was still in a bad mood even though he was far away from the city.

Night fell, and it was already late at night.

Su Yun glanced at the sky outside. There was no snow tonight but there was a strong wind. He found a place with his back to the wind and stopped the carriage, intending to rest overnight.

Fu Sangshen's body is the same as that of a ghost, it's just a small matter of not sleeping for a few days and nights, but it's really hard to drive tonight, and the coachman may not have rested for a long time.

Ning Ning's illness improved a bit, which made Miao Xuan feel a little relieved.

Tonight, Miao Xuan also needs sleep. He has been busy on the road for a while and has not met Yuguang Zhongzheng. Now that he is about to return to Deyu, he has to breathe with this child in his dream.

The dream world is the same as usual, under the magnificent sky is the golden ocean, the water surface is slightly rippling, and Yu Guangzhong is skillfully crawling out from under the water surface.

Now Yu Guangzhongzheng's perception of himself has changed. In the dream world, he is no longer the middle school student from the future, but a young general in armor.

As soon as Yu Guangzhong came up, Xingshi asked the teacher: "Why did you come to me now? Do you know that I—"

His voice froze, and the boy stared at Miao Xuan with wide eyes: "You are!...You, what's going on with you..."

Miao Xuan looked at himself following his line of sight, his heart skipped a beat, and he managed to maintain a steady expression: "It's nothing, it's just a disguise to confuse others."

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Oranobushi Honmaru, the castle tower.

In the luxurious room full of incense, the man sitting on the chief seat slowly opened his eyes.

He propped his head wearily and sighed softly.

"'The Dragon of Houtian' is just that... it doesn't look like a dragon." The man muttered to himself, "It's a pity, I have to come back so soon, why doesn't Ashi have a bloodline?"

No one answered his words, the flame on the wick made a beeping sound, the dark night was tightly pressed outside the window, and the curtain was heavy, confining all the breath within a square inch.

Zhixin Zongqi reached out and tapped the three-shin knife on his waist with his knuckles: "None of you - none of you can give birth to Fusangshen. Although it is sharp and tough, it lacks some fun after all."

Living life is no longer possible, so ghosts are always possible, right?

How great would it be if these knives could be as good as Asakawa Xuan?No... even if they all have a "spirit", Asakawa Nobu is unique.

What kind of weapon is Asakawa Nobuki?Is it also a knife?Tai knife?Odachi?Naginata?gun?

It's really memorable.

Orinobu Muneki stood up from his seat, and strode down the stairs, kneeling at the corner of the stairs was a woman with her head drooping. She was wearing complicated and beautiful clothes, her eyes were closed as if she was in a coma.

Zhixin Zongqi stretched out his hand towards the woman with a smile: "Die Ji, come."

So this beauty was like a puppet that was pulled by a string. She opened her dull eyes, the corners of her mouth curled into a perfect arc, she stood up gracefully, and stretched out her hand to her husband: "Husband, you are back."

"Yes, I'm back." Zhixin Zongqi smiled, and walked forward holding his beloved wife's hand, "I failed to find and kill my dragon, maybe the mage deceived me—no, he I don't have the guts, but the so-called 'dragon' must not be the 'Dragon of Houtian'."

Die Ji replied meekly: "Yes, you will definitely find it."

Oranobu Muneki raised the curtain: "That's right, I will definitely find it."

Outside the heavy curtains is an attic with its doors tightly closed, and the heavy door is naturally opened in front of Oronobu Soki, instantly revealing the vast rivers and mountains outside the attic—this luxurious room is actually on the top floor of the castle tower.

The Tianshou Pavilion, a daimyo building in Honmaru, stands high above all the houses, and you can have a bird's-eye view of the entire Honmaru from the top of the Tianshou Pavilion.

The cold wind before dawn howled and blew into the top floor, it unscrupulously lifted the curtain and Die Ji's long hair and long skirt, and also rolled up Orinobu Soki's robe.

The young daimyo looked down at his rivers and mountains, and slowly showed a satisfied smile.

"This year is another bumper harvest, and the next year will be the same." Oranobu Muneki nodded, "The musketeers have assembled, and the border of Mino has settled down."

Butterfly kept a perfect smile. She used to be Mino's princess. After marrying into Zhixin's house, Mino was trampled down by Orinobu Soki's cavalry, but now listening to her husband say that, she is still like a puppet. indifferent.

"What a pity..." Zhixin Zongqi lifted his wife's jaw with his hand, and sighed again, "Die Ji, Die Ji, it would be great if you were alive."

His beloved wife smiled quietly, as perfect as a goddess.

Seeing his wife like this, Zhixin Zongqi suddenly lost interest in talking to himself, and he let go of his hand lightly, so the perfect doll lost the owner of the string, and immediately collapsed on the ground.

The gorgeous feather weaves spread out on the ground like the wings of a butterfly—no, it should be said that the specimen of the butterfly is more appropriate.

"Living things are still interesting." Zhixin Zongqi leaned on the railing with one hand, and took a deep breath in the night, "Fresh things...um...it's better to go to Shangluo."

He is like the best screenwriter, and he has written the script belonging to the Zhixin family step by step: "Double happiness comes to the door, the family is proud of the spring breeze, the soldiers are strong and the horses are strong, everyone is united, and Shangluodeng will be the people of the world."

Obviously this script satisfied Zhixin Zongqi, he chuckled softly: "That's right - the first thing is double happiness!"

The daimyo turned his head to look at the dead butterfly on the ground. He reached out and tapped the butterfly: "Get pregnant, my eldest son will be born next year."

The puppet lying on the ground was motionless, but what was strange was that her abdomen suddenly swelled slightly, as if something was flowing into her abdomen, filling the entire decayed abdominal cavity!

The stench was hidden in the thick incense, and after a while, the puppet returned to dead silence.

Oranobu Muneki nodded, he turned around and opened the curtain again, striding towards His Excellency the Tenshou, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The thin snow in early winter was blown by the cold wind and lightly covered the wings of butterflies.

The next day, the sound of joy resounded through the territory of the Weaver Family.