Xiangye wants to brush the sense of existence

On Bo's neck, a bloody incision could be vaguely seen. The incision was neat and shocking, and the women next to him screamed out in fright.

The few remaining assassins looked at each other with ashen faces, knowing that they had encountered a master, so they all looked at him vigilantly.

As excellent swordsmen and assassins, they had no choice but to fight to the end. In their eyes, they all stared at him fiercely as if they had taken a stimulant. One of them took the lead. shouted fiercely: "Go!"

The assassins immediately drew their swords to face each other, and the scene was turbulent and murderous!

It seems that he is ready to fight to the death, and the silver-masked man is not afraid. He nimbly slashes left and blocks right, turns over and jumps, and the knife is hot. His speed can be said to be astonishingly fast, not only fast, but also very accurate!

The assassins had no way of responding, and when they were dazzled by the lightning, they were hacked down one by one and fell to the ground. After several rounds, they were almost all killed within two stabs.

In the end, there was one more victim, not missed, but left on purpose by him, and he wanted to find out who was behind the scenes.

The two were in a one-on-one fight, and the assassin stared at him intently, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, he didn't dare to act rashly.

"Tell me, who sent you here."

The silver-masked man stood with his hands behind his back, changed his voice, and said in a deep voice.

Nan Puyue was taken aback!this voice...

This voice is so familiar!But for a while, no matter how I think about it, I can't remember who it is.

At this time, the assassin knew that he was doomed, so he replied viciously: "If you want to kill, kill, how can there be so much nonsense!"

"As long as you say it, I promise to let you go."

"Hmph! Leave?" The assassin spat out disdainfully, "Even if you let me go, that person won't let me live."

As soon as the words fell, his eyes dimmed, knowing that his strength was exhausted, he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, and wiped his own throat with a knife, and then the big knife that was not stained with blood clanged down, and the man fell down slumped.

The silver-masked man shook his head helplessly.

"My lord."

Seeing the end of the fight, Zhou Qiao came forward at this moment, with a worried expression on his face, and asked with lingering fear: "Is it not hurting you?"

Nan Puyue shook her head, but when she looked back, she was a little scared. If this person hadn't saved him, he might be the one who fell on the cold ground right now.

As if remembering something, he took a step forward, saluted slightly, and said, "Thank you benefactor for saving me. I dare to ask my benefactor's name and where he lives. I will come to thank you someday."

The silver-masked man waved his hands in a nonchalant manner, and then said, "There's no need to thank you, but..." He looked at him with fiery eyes.

In the two holes of the silver mask, the eyes are as bright and harmless as the stars, but also as deep and complex as the night.

Nan Puyue was a little uncomfortable being looked at by him, she quickly looked away, the atmosphere was a little awkward, hearing his voice was very young, it should be about the same age as her own, he asked with a smile: "'but' what? Brother, just open your mouth , if I have it, I will give it generously."

Under half of his silver face, the corner of his mouth twitched: "Are you generous?"

"Of course."

"Okay, young master is really refreshing!" The silver-masked man patted his shoulder with a palm, not very forcefully, but judging from his posture, there is quite a chivalrous character in it.

Being touched so bare|naked|naked, Nan Puyue coughed, walked sideways two steps away, and then asked him: "What do you want, brother?"

what do you want?The silver-faced man was secretly delighted, and then he put on a face with 'I am a prostitute|thief' and slowly approached him.

Looking at him with great interest, it's hard to imagine that this is the kind-hearted benefactor just now.

"Brother Taiwan." Nan Puyue couldn't help calling him nervously, and couldn't help but take a few steps back when he was forced step by step. He stepped in, and he retreated. What do you mean?" He finally couldn't stand the situation, and frowned.

The silver-masked man approached him to the ghost-faced counter without panic, put his hands on the hardwood platform on both sides of his body, the two bodies were almost touching, then leaned over to his ear, gently Taking a long breath, the breath was full of masculine ambiguity, Nan Puyue's mind was so blank that he couldn't turn a corner, but he replied calmly at this time: "Give me a generous gift."

The words were malicious, and the tone was so frivolous, no one knew what it meant.

After understanding what it meant, it turned out that this person was playing with him from the beginning to the end, maybe saving him was just an entertainment activity, Nan Puyue's self-esteem was seriously challenged, he resisted him, and said with a displeased face "Brother, don't be joking. I will give you a thousand pieces of gold as a token of your life-saving grace some other day." After saying that, he pushed him away, escaped from his shackles in embarrassment, breathed a sigh of relief, and stood firm, Then he said, "Let's leave here, Xiao Qiao, let's go."

Zhou Qiao didn't understand what he meant, so he followed.

Before the two of them took two steps, the silver-masked man grabbed the collar behind him, but he didn't expect that the jade belt around his waist had already been cut loose by the assassin just now.

The front front is slightly open, revealing two small strawberries looming.

Zhou Qiao immediately stopped going.

Nan Puyue froze for a long time, her face was dull, her originally fair face immediately changed into red and white, and she couldn't help cursing in her heart: What a shame!

The silver-masked man withdrew his hand as if he had done something wrong, and then realized that his expression was wrong, immediately stretched out two fingers, looked at him cautiously, pinched his collar, and slowly pulled it up.

Halfway through, he brushed his hand away, ignored him, pulled up the torn robe in embarrassment, fastened the jade belt, turned and left.

"Hey!"

The people behind couldn't help calling him.

The person in front didn't hesitate for a moment in his footsteps, and tightened his belt in front of him defensively, for fear that he would do it again.

The silver-masked man wasn't chasing after him either, he laughed aloud, but after laughing, as if he remembered something, the smile gradually faded away, and then replaced with a serious face.

Right now, someone is trying to kill him, and he can't ignore it...

The night is as cool as washing, the moon is bright and clear, and the noisy Qixi Temple Fair is still going on.

This night, when Nan Puyue returned to the mansion, she couldn't remember who the silver-masked man was after thinking about it, but just listening to the voice and his tone of voice, there was always a feeling of deja vu. , must not be a decent person, so he forgot about it.

……

Two days later, in a courtyard in the back mountain of Taishi Mansion, in a quiet bamboo forest, a young gentleman in black robe was sitting.

The light was lightly poured in from among the dense leaves, which made the young man's handsome face and star-like eyes more and more perfect.