Desperate Encounters (1)

It's late at night, Kyoto, Weiyang Palace

A thin figure crawled on the roof of Weiyang Palace, wearing a night-time suit and holding a dagger, and it could be seen from the eyes under the mask that this was a small teenager, and his eyes were simple and uncomplicated and determined.

In front of it is Weiyang Palace, which is the place with the highest rights in the whole of Kyoto, and it is inhabited by the most powerful person in the whole of Kyoto, the King of Qin.

"King, how to deal with this little night?" A slightly old voice came from the shadows behind the winning sign.

"Oh, interesting, this should be the worst assassin since the oligarch took the throne, is it true that the prestige of the oligarch has weakened to this point?" What cat and dog think they can assassinate a widow? Ying Zheng slowly put down the fold and seemed to be talking to himself.

Ying Zheng was about forty or fifty years old, kind eyebrows, kind-eyed, full of kindness, if you put down the face it is difficult to think that he is the one who killed decisively, the iron-blooded poisonous spicy once personally conquered and annexed the Yan Kingdom, Cheng Ping captured the 150,000 troops of the Yan Kingdom in the first battle, and then killed all the bloodthirsty winning kings...

"Alas, killing is it" Ying Zheng picked up the fold again and looked at it, this year the Yan Kingdom was initially determined, many of the remnants of the Yan Kingdom needed to be relocated and resettled, all parts of the new territory also needed to be taken over, the people just experienced the great war also needed to cultivate and recuperate, and the bordering Wei, Han, Zhao, Qi, Tang, Nan and other countries were also foolish, and also needed to be suppressed or appeased, the fold was too much, and the winning king always had to approve until the early morning

In the shadow of "No", Yingnuo was silent again.

The teenager on the roof of Weiyang Palace is still walking forward, do not dare to be fast, even dare not breathe loudly, Weiyang Palace is in front of him, a little careless may be a failure, although it is early summer, it is the night wind or a burst of coolness, and the teenager is sweating, the night clothes have been worn, it is difficult to imagine that the teenager has been creeping forward for four hours.

The teenager crawled with his head down, and suddenly a pair of shoes appeared in front of him, and they were slightly torn. "I rub, the palace is also so unobtrusive, what is the ghost of breaking shoes and throwing the roof?" The teenager whispered, casually trying to pull his shoes aside, after all, he was blocking the teenager's way. Who knew that the broken shoe actually did not move, the teenager was shocked in his heart, seemed to understand something, the dagger in the head had not yet raised his hand to stab at the shoe, and at the same time the figure plan burst out, the dagger was already above the upper of the shoe but it seemed to have a thousand pounds of strength, how could not stab down, wanted to withdraw to dodge but found that the body struck a huge pressure, can not move.

"Oh, who sent you?" "Look up," a voice sounded and slightly teased

The teenager found that his head could move, and looked all the way up the shoe and saw a pale face, with a teasing mouth at the corner of his mouth, a cross-eyebrow sword, and no anger. Old but in good spirits.

"Uncle Sword," the teenager exclaimed in a low voice

The old man looked confused, "Does he know me?" As soon as the old man waved his sleeve, the teenager's face towel immediately fell, and the young man's face immediately appeared, the teenager was thirteen or fourteen years old, with bright eyes and bright teeth, and his face was like a crown jade, at this time, there was a little trepidation in his eyes but he wanted to try to hide it.

"Who are you?" How to meet the old man? The old man's expression had returned to indifference.

"My father is Yannan..." The teenager was already speechless, because the teenager had fainted, but he didn't know what kind of means the old man used.

"The earth chicken tile dog is also worthy of breaking into the palace, disturbing the old man's purity, but angry, if you die at the hands of the old man, you are not in vain in this world," the old man seemed to whisper to himself

"Silver Three"

The words "in" did not fall, but behind the old man was already standing a person, full of silver armor and silver armor, only a pair of eyes leaked outside.

"Clean up, throw it to the mass burial post in the east of the city, don't make a noise, don't disturb wang Qingjing" During the conversation, the old man slowly turned his head, held up the eyes of Yin San, and said, "Throw it down and go back, don't delay, you still have the task of defending the palace" The old man's tone was low but with an unquestionable tone. "Go for it"

"Yes" Silver Three held his fist with both hands, and then went to mention the teenager, the hand just touched the body of the teenager, but Yin San was a meal, and then he mentioned the teenager again, the figure moved wrongly, and there was no trace between the ups and downs.

The old man looked at the long night, sighed softly, and disappeared...