Chapter 22 Chapter 2 Flowers in the Rain

one Rainy, light rain this morning. Flowers throb in the rain, and people are also in the rain. Holding a paper umbrella, Huangfu stood in front of the "Overlord Flower", staring at the flower. The raindrops hit the sleeve paper umbrella, then slid down the umbrella surface, and then fell into the soil. The flower grows on the corner of the abandoned wall, it is light yellow, has five petals, and the buds emit a faint fragrance, just like the fragrance of a virgin's bone. This flower is really worthy of the word "overlord". Its height may not only be that of a five-year-old child, but it may be as tall as a seven-year-old child.

It has no leaves, only flowers and flower branches, and the flower branches are as thick as an arm. Huangfu really doubted whether its branches could support such a large flower, but in fact it not only did, but had been doing so for several years. This rain not only brought moisture to the earth, but also washed away the dust of Feixu for so many years, but it couldn't wash away the memories in Huangfu's mind. Painful memories are also sweet memories. In this world, everything fades after a long time, including love, only "memory" will not fade, but will grow stronger as time goes by.

The thicker the pain, the deeper the pain, the thicker the memory. Although the memory is painful, people are willing to enjoy it. Because no matter how deep the pain is, there is always a trace of sweetness. two Although Huangfu looked at the flowers, what imprinted in his eyes were the memories of those scenes. All the images have a person, a woman with slender legs, her long hair is not fluttering in the wind, but combed into a ponytail, swaying with her jumping, like willows in the spring breeze. Although Huangfu Qingtian's heart was cramping, there was a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth.

Although the duel twenty years ago made him famous, he lost his most beloved person. If time could be turned back and the past could repeat itself, would he still do what he did twenty years ago? Will it? ——Why are memories always so heart-wrenching? Memories are not only painful, but also make people less vigilant and even dull. If it were normal, Huangfu would have noticed that the waste was full of murderous intent before he stepped into the waste, but now he not only didn't notice it, he didn't even see people appearing in front of him. In front of Huangfu's eyes, there was only the overlord flower, how could there be someone?

Where did people come from? Hiding in the ground?Hiding in the wall? The drizzle is drifting, the flowers are throbbing , It was only a slight vibration at first, but now it suddenly became fast and intense, and then suddenly burst into pieces. Among the fluttering petals, a thin figure rushed out from the bud. There was a light shining in his hand. Dark blue light. A venomous light. Under such sudden surprise, at such a close distance, at this moment when Huangfu was most in a trance, such a killer suddenly appeared, a first-class killer with a poisonous weapon in his hand, who could avoid it?

Even in Huangfu's peak bee state, he couldn't dodge such an attack, not to mention that apart from the man in the flower, Huangfu also had two swords behind him. Two fast swords that broke through the wind, one long and the other short, pierced Huangfu's sides, one left and one right. Everything happened in an instant and ended in an instant. Then there was only silence left on the earth. The stillness of death. Quiet death. Everything happened when Huangfu was most in a trance, and it ended before Huangfu could figure it out. When the flowers burst open and the person jumped up, Huangfu knew that he would never be able to escape this attack. Just as he was about to forcefully retreat, he felt two gusts of cold air approaching him from both sides of his back.

He knew that he couldn't move anymore, no matter which direction he moved, he couldn't escape the pinching and killing. He knew that he must die this time, but he didn't have the fear of death, and he suddenly felt blank. There are no distracting thoughts in my mind or in the depths of my heart, only a blank space. That kind of feeling cannot be described in words, and only those who have experienced it will have that kind of feeling. ——Death is not as scary as imagined. Huangfu was not afraid, he suddenly smiled, a smile that only appeared when he was liberated. Just as he smiled, a figure suddenly descended from the ground, and then he heard two sounds of "Dang, Dang" breaking the sword, and immediately followed by two screams.

Before the figure fell, the weapon in his hand seemed to be a weapon like a "sword lock hook", which had locked the long and short sword that came through the air. As soon as the sound of broken swords sounded, the falling figure turned around, and the two locked broken swords were suddenly released and shot at the person holding one long and one short sword. The broken sword shot from the throat of the two of them and flew out from the back of the neck. Only then did they hear their screams and saw their blood gushing. The falling figure turned around again, and the person had turned from behind Huangfu to in front of them. When turning, he seemed to see the sword lock in his hand being dismantled by himself, but he didn't seem to see him dismantling it.

When he turned to Huangfu, the sword-locking hook in the figure's hand was gone, replaced by a knife. A curved knife. Then I saw the scimitar cutting out a curved light from bottom to top. Curved like a first quarter moon. As soon as the light appeared, the screams sounded again. The person who jumped out of the flowers immediately fell like a crescent moon, and then the earth suddenly fell silent. The stillness of death, the stillness of death. three The drizzle quickly diluted the blood on the bones, and washed it away. All three skeletons had masks on their faces. Wearing a devil's mask.

Huangfu didn't look at the bones, he was looking at the man who saved him standing in front of him. The person who rescued Huangfu didn't look at Huangfu, he was looking at Huangfu's back. What's behind Huangfu? Are there assassins? There is someone behind Huangfu, a person, not an assassin, but Zai Si. Zai Si smiled, then patted two palms lightly: "Okay, what a Ren Piaoling." Zai Si said: "Okay, what a bunch of tears." It turned out that it was Ren Piaoling who suddenly appeared to save Huangfu. Huangfu stared at Ren Piaoling and suddenly said, "You are Ren Piaoling?" "Yes."

"You are Ren Piaoling, the most expensive assassin in the Jianghu?" "It's also the poorest assassin." Ren Piaoling smiled. "I heard that as long as you have money, you will kill everyone?" "The rumors are wrong." Ren Piaoling said, "I have three things I don't want to kill." "Which three don't kill?" "Don't kill people if they are wrong, don't kill if they are unhappy." "Anyone else to kill?" "Too happy not to kill." Huangfu looked at him, and suddenly laughed loudly: "No wonder you are the poorest assassin, anyone who is an assassin, if you don't kill him three times, he will die of poverty." "Although I haven't died of poverty, But it’s coming soon." Ren Piaoling smiled: "If I didn’t have this business today, I would probably die of poverty at night." "I asked you to take this business?" Huangfu asked. "It's not you, it's your silver." "My money?" Huangfu was slightly stunned: "Then who paid you my money?" "I, of course it was me." Zai Si walked forward. Huangfu didn't look back, he just sighed softly, and said lightly: "Why do I always wait until after the fact to know what you are going to do?" Zai Si hadn't answered yet, but Ren Piaoling suddenly said: " Strange, strange?" "What's strange?" Zai Si snorted coldly: "People from the Demon Cult are always shady." "No." Ren Piaoling said, "They must have planned for today's murder for a long time, and they must have practiced many times. It absolutely requires 100% success." Ren Piaoling stared at the corpse, and said: "The assassination must be successful, so why do you have to wear a mask?" Ren Piaoling said that, Zai Si also felt strange. "What does wearing a mask usually mean?" Ren Piaoling asked. "In order not to let people recognize who I am." The answer must be Zai Si. "They must demand that the assassination must succeed. Since it will succeed, why do they wear a mask?" Ren Piaoling stared at the mask of the corpse again: "Could it be... Could it be that they did this just to—" Zai Si suddenly squatted down, Reaching out to uncover the mask. "I think even if you take off the mask, you won't be able to see their faces." Ren Piaoling said again. Zaisi paused.Ask: "Why?" "They must be wearing masks because they are afraid that we will recognize who they are." Ren Piaoling said: "Their masters will definitely guess when they die, and we will definitely take off the masks to see." Ren Piaoling turned her head to look at Zai Si, and said : "Their master will definitely take this into account. Do you think he will let us see their faces clearly?" When the masks were removed, their faces could not be seen. There was no flesh on their faces, only bones remained, and their ears were completely rotten due to a drug. The medicine was hidden in the mask, and when they died, the medicine flowed out, immediately ruining their faces terribly. "Very poisonous method." Huangfu said, "Even if someone is dead, he won't let him go." Zai Si stared at the corpse for a long time, then slowly stood up, and said, "I was wrong." Are you wrong?" Huangfu said, "You can also do wrong?" "Yes." Zai Si nodded, "Not only did I make a mistake this time, but I made a huge mistake." "Where did you go wrong?" Ren Gongling asked. "Their main target today is not King Nan." "It's not me, who is it?" Huangfu asked. Zai Si turned his head and looked at Huangfu. "Do you remember what was written in the letter that was delivered with the jewelry?" "Yes." Huangfu said, "I am glad to hear that the daughter of the lord, who has been separated for twenty years, will return to my side. I am very happy to wait here. Jin Tesong—" Huangfu suddenly couldn't continue, because he suddenly thought of a terrible thing, he looked at Zai Si, and suddenly turned his head to leave. "It's too late." Zai Si said, "I believe she must be gone."