Late night is the best time to kill in many people.

However, in the eyes of those who truly know how to kill, the dark night can only make the killers who are not yet introductory feel a little safe.

At dawn, it is the favorite time for many truly powerful killers to kill.

The sky is bright, many people in the streets and alleys have already gotten up early, some shops have opened, the whole city is beginning to be full of fireworks, and the vigilance in many people will be quietly diluted at this time. In fact, for most people in this city, this time is the most sleepy and people often feel the most tired.

The starlight has completely disappeared in the sky.

In a street and alley in Changling, a butcher was already getting up early and was chopping meat.

This butcher is a middle-aged bald man in his thirties, extremely strong.

The bone-cutting knife raised high in his hand reflected a dazzling silver light, which fell down with a "bang", and the meat splashed everywhere, and the big pig bones were divided into two.

A wild dog curled up in the corner of the wall opposite. It was very coveting at the flesh and blood that was jumping on the chopping board, sticking out its tongue "huh" but it didn't dare to get close.

The butcher looked down at the skinny wild dog, holding the sharpening rod that rubbed the knife twice, and threw a pile of meat scraps scraped from the chopping board on the ground at the door. The wild dog squatted at the door, hesitated for a moment, and immediately shook his tail, and then quickly licked the meat scraps.

Instead, the butcher was in a state of interest. He chopped the knife on the chopping board, picked some broken bones that could not be sold and threw them to the yellow wild dog.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman in floral clothes came to his stall with a basket. She flipped through and picked it up and looked no different from other calculating women in Changling. However, what she asked softly was not about buying meat, but about killing.

"Sir, you are known as the best killer in Zhao. Ye Xiao's carriage has passed by you, why don't you take action? Are people like you still afraid of Jiaodong County?"

"It has nothing to do with them."

The butcher looked at the dog with a smile, as if he was talking about business with the woman, and also talking about the dog. There was no murderous aura in his body and eyes. Even the wild dog, who was most alert to murderous aura, did not notice it at all. He only felt that the morning sun was about to be sprinkled in this street and alley today was particularly warm. "Before sunrise, there were too many people, there were three people."

The middle-aged woman reached out to pinch a piece of fat meat, and her brows frowned, as if she was dissatisfied with the meat. But the real fact was that she knew that there were at least dozens of people passing by here in Linchen, but the butcher said there were only three people, which meant that in his eyes, there were three people who were really threatening him and enough to affect his assassination.

"One is Mo Shoucheng."

The butcher continued with a smile: "He came here to see Ye Xiao last night."

The middle-aged woman muttered a few words, her tone was vague, and she didn't even know what she was talking about. But she knew that Mo Shoucheng came to see this place, probably because of the old emperor in the palace.

"One is Zhao people, young people."

The butcher was still smiling, but there was a look of real solemnity in his eyes. "Even I don't know who he is, but I'm sure he is Zhao. There seems to be a ball of fire in his sword and body, and even I feel extremely dangerous."

"Zhao people?"

The middle-aged woman's face was slightly stiff, and her fingers paused on the piece of flesh in front of her for a moment.

But the butcher continued, "The third one is also a young man. If I read it correctly, the sword on his back is the Demon Sword."

"Demon Sword?"

The middle-aged woman was truly shocked, "Has the Demon Sword been born?"

The butcher did not answer her question positively, but just asked with a smile, "Didn't you notice that the star was particularly red last night?"

The middle-aged woman put the piece of meat in front of her into the blue, paid the coins, and then turned around and left as if she was a little satisfied.

At this time, the sky suddenly broke, and on a fence not far away in front of her, a rooster flew up on the wall with her wings, raised her head and chest and cried in the direction of the first ray of sunlight.

The middle-aged woman's brows were only deeply frowning at this time.

After this night, two people were destined to die, one was Shang Jun and the other was Ye Xiao.

However, it was supposed to be an extremely turbulent night, but it was extremely peaceful. Neither of these two damn people died.

The only thing that can calm the tide is the deep undercurrent.

But she was sure that even if Yuanwu and Jiaodong County joined forces, it was not enough. What's more, the girl with a beautiful crown in Changling in Jiaodong County should be quite overwhelmed at this time and was in great trouble.

...

The yellow leaves in the bamboo forest swayed down in the wind and fell into the winding mountain springs, waded through the bluestones, stepped on the bluestones, and finally "rattled" from the broken stones, spreading layers of water mist.

The bamboo tube hanging under the eaves of the thatched hut made a sound of "ding ding dong dong". With a "creaking", the door panel was pulled open. A man in a light gray robe carried a basin and poured his face wash water into several flower pots in front of the door.

I don’t know what kind of flowers are planted in these several flower pots. The buds have not yet bloomed, but the leaves are oily and shiny and grow very well.

This man was the most famous Shang Jun in Changling at this time.

At this time, he had left the alley and moved into the imperially-given house.

This house is not luxurious, but it is located in the bamboo forest and is quiet and elegant.

A swordsman in a red robe sat in a pavilion outside the bamboo forest.

His surname is He, and he is an official from the Shendujian.

Before he came here, there were still many soldiers and practitioners on duty around this bamboo forest, but after he arrived, these people had been transferred away by him.

He came to kill Shang Jun in the bamboo forest, but he still did not take action until this time.

Because a young man who seemed a little tired appeared in his sight.

The young man was dressed in black and carried a sword on his back.

Although it was already sunrise at this time, the sword on which the man in black was still shining with a strange blood-like red light, and could not even cover the thick cloth wrapped around the sword.

"Demon Sword?"

The practitioner from the Shendu Supervisor narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said with a slightly cold voice.

Of course he knew this legendary sword.

But he didn't understand why this sword appeared here.

Moreover, he didn't know what strange and special things about this legendary sword.

The young man raised his head.

The hair on his forehead was not sure whether it was wet with dew or sweat, and it was sticky.

This practitioner surnamed He from the Shendujian has no impression of his facial features. If he closes his eyes at this moment, he will not even remember the appearance of this young practitioner.

What attracted all his attention was the young man's hands and the teeth that the young man showed when he smiled.

The young man's teeth were white and pointed, like a canine teeth.
Chapter completed!