Murong Xiaoyu and the other three were in the kitchen away from the bedroom...

Lei Bin was making noodles in front of the kitchen stove, while Murong Xiaoyu stood leaning against the wooden pillar, arms wrapped around the long sword...

"hiss……"

The performer unbuttoned his shirt and put a piece of plaster-like paper on his chest. His hoarse voice seemed a little deteriorated due to pain. When he saw the two people who were looking at him strangely, he explained with a wry smile——

"It's been an old injury for many years, and the wound has been severely rotten, and this is not the most serious one..."

"Isn't it just a poisonous wound..."

Lei Bin had already cooked the noodles, put a bowl in it and handed it to the performer, saying, "As for making such a strange sound?"

The actor waved his hand and rejected the noodles handed by Lei Bin, and said calmly: "You don't have such a wound, so you don't understand its pain. If my injuries can be cured, even if I give up my martial arts, it doesn't matter..."

Lei Bin didn't pay attention to the artist's words and handed the noodles to Murong Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu ignored him and asked coldly——

"Have you ever felt that the master of the sect is any different from before when you were in the sect recently?"

Lei Bin didn't care at all that Xiaoyu ignored his kindness. He ate the noodles and replied while chewing -

"No different, wearing a mask, just as cold as you..."

The entertainer thought for a moment and asked, "What do you want to say?"

"It's nothing. I originally thought I should be on the fatwa, and I thought there would be a fierce battle tonight, but in the end..."

Murong Xiaoyu talked to herself and slowly fell into deep thought.

Lei Bin finished a mouthful of noodles and asked while preparing for the next bite -

"Why did you leave the Shadow Gate in the first place?"

Murong Xiaoyu came back to her senses and said calmly: "I'm just tired of a life of killing every day, and I just want to live a peaceful life."

Lei Bin paused for a moment, then continued to inhale the noodles...

The entertainer listened and said -

"Yes, I am injured and the sect owner used Feixingxing. Why don't I have to rush here and work hard? By the way, Lei Bin, is your wife okay now?"

After finishing the noodles, Lei Bin put the bowl back on the stove and said, "It's pretty good."

The three of them looked at each other speechless, but each had their own thoughts...

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Elsewhere, Murong Qingyun followed Murong Yuan to the helm of the Shadow Gate in Kyoto. Murong Yuan entered the main hall, and the disciples on the left and right knelt down to salute. Murong Qingyun quickly walked forward and asked softly -

"Master, do you really believe Murong Xiaoyu?"

Murong Yuan asked calmly: "You don't believe it?"

"Qingyun is just worried that she will take advantage of the chaos to steal the other half of Rama's body like last time."

Murong Yuan thought for a while and said, "So what do you want to do?"

"It would be better for me to follow her, or her husband Jiang Asheng, if I can find a clue."

Of course Murong Yuan knew that the purpose of Murong Qingyun's words was to kill Murong Xiaoyu, but then he thought that Jiang Asheng should be Zhang Renfeng who also asked the ghost doctor to change his appearance. Murong Xiaoyu was there before, so it was not convenient to kill him...

"Murong Xiaoyu's martial arts is better than yours. You won't gain anything by following her. Jiang Asheng, you can give it a try..."

"Yes!" Murong Qingyun was overjoyed when he saw Murong Yuan agreed.

"Remember to be careful and don't get hurt..."

Considering the strength gap between Zhang Renfeng and Murong Qingyun, Murong Yuan naturally reminded Murong Qingyun, but the speaker didn't mean it, but the listener sounded intentional...

Murong Qingyun regarded this as Murong Yuan's excessive worry about the people he cared about very much, and replied with a happy face——

"Don't worry, Master, Qingyun will definitely live up to his mission!"

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In Kyoto, if you ask who has the strongest martial arts, some people may say it is Zhan Yingsong, the first bodyguard of the Yulong Escort Agency, others may say Xu Tong, the helmsman of the Kyoto branch of the Shadow Sect, or the one who became famous a few days ago.

The young swordsman in white from Kyoto...

But if you ask who is the richest, then all the answers will be one person - thirteen thousand.

"Wan Sanqian's Wanbao Bank and Wanjia Restaurant are spread all over the world. He is as rich as any country. No one knows how much money he has. It's just a pity that he is just a stall..."

On the second floor of an unknown restaurant, by the window, entertainers, Lei Bin and Murong Xiaoyu were sitting around a wooden table. Lei Bin opened the window and looked at Wanjia Restaurant opposite and continued -

"I heard that there is a reward of thirty thousand and one million gold, just for the body of Rama..."

The entertainer drank the sake on the wooden table and said lightly to the other two——

"The master of the sect has an order. I will direct this operation. You all will obey my orders when the time comes..."

Murong Xiaoyu and Lei Bin had no objections to this. Cai Xishi was a calm and profound person. He was the most experienced killer of the Shadow Sect and also knew many secrets of various sects in the world. It was most suitable for him to command.

The three of them stopped talking for a while, which seemed a little strange. Murong Xiaoyu kept saying little and asked -

"The girl last night was named Murong Qingyun..."

"That's right." Lei Bin continued: "The theater artist has found your replacement. Even though he looks good, he has a weirder temper than you."

"Murong Qingyun is the chief female assassin in the sect and the sect master's closed disciple..."

The opera artist continued to add with a smile on his face -

"...Why, are you curious about her?"

"It's not just curiosity. She has a strong intention to kill me. I'm afraid it will hinder our future actions."

"Don't worry." Lei Bin smiled and said: "Murong Qingyun takes the instructions of the sect master very seriously. She will not take action against you without the sect master's order."

Murong Xiaoyu picked up the tea cup on the wooden table with one hand and took a sip, saying lightly: "I hope so..."

"I said you were here..."

As soon as Murong Xiaoyu finished speaking, a clear and slightly charming female voice sounded. Murong Qingyun approached the three of them and went straight to Murong Xiaoyu's side. He placed a round package that resembled a human head on the table and gently held it with both hands.

He gently put his arm on Murong Xiaoyu's shoulder and said with a smile, as if he was whispering to his best friend -

"I met your husband on the street today. I originally wanted to see what attracted him to our former number one female killer of the Shadow Sect, but I followed him for a day and found that he was either delivering letters or helping people carry things.

I didn’t make much money, and I was almost exhausted..."

After Murong Qingyun said this, he smiled maliciously -

"By the way, the most interesting thing he did was bargaining with someone to buy a whetstone. I thought there would be no use keeping such a boring husband, so I helped you kill him..."

After Murong Qingyun finished speaking, he looked at Murong Xiaoyu as if he were watching a show. Murong Xiaoyu's cold face showed no change at all. His fingers moved slightly, and a dark force knocked over the package on the table, and a watermelon rolled out of the package.

After falling out, Murong Xiaoyu picked up the long sword and left the restaurant without looking back...

Murong Qingyun didn't feel bored at all. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Murong Xiaoyu's leaving figure.

"You can't fool Murong Xiaoyu with your low-level disguise..."

The entertainer picked up a peanut and fed it to himself, and at the same time said lightly to Murong Qingyun.

Murong Qingyun didn't care, sat down and said, "But she still opened the package and took a quick look..."

The entertainer smiled slightly and did not refute.

"Look, it's thirteen thousand..."

Lei Bin, who was standing in front of the window, was the first to speak. Cai Xishi and Murong Qingyun stood up and looked out the window.

I saw eight big men carrying a specially made gorgeous vehicle. There was a tight curtain on it, so I couldn't see the person inside clearly. However, the swastika "Tengjuan" embroidered on the curtain showed the identity of the visitor. The vehicle was surrounded by a group of guards with swords.

, each is a master of martial arts, employed by thousands of people all year round...

"Wan Sanqian brings so many people, it's not like he's going to give people a bounty, it's more like he's going to rob people of their things..."

Murong Qingyun sneered.

"The ability of Wan San Qian to gather so much money and keep it together depends not only on his business acumen..." Cai Xishi continued to add: "And the thunder and fire swords he traded with him don't have a good reputation in the world...

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"Oh?" Murong Qingyun was curious and asked: "What did the twin swords of thunder and fire do?"

"Thunder and Fire Swords, the former two of the four great guardians of the Rakshasa Sect, Thunder Fire Fengyun. He is notorious in the world. He has done many treacherous things, and..."

Lei Bin raised his eyebrows slightly and continued: "I heard that these two were master and apprentice, and later became husband and wife..."

Murong Qingyun's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he interrupted: "What? Can't master and apprentice become husband and wife?"

Lei Bin didn't expect Murong Qingyun's reaction to be so strong, and he was speechless for a moment.

Cai Xishi continued in a hoarse voice: "It would be fine if the master and apprentice just became husband and wife. There are rumors in the world that Huo Jian has not yet reached the age of hairpin, and her master Lei Jian has coveted her for a long time, but it is not too hot.

Jian seemed to have his own sweetheart, and he had no feelings for men and women towards Lei Jian. Lei Jian became angry because of shame, and later even went so far as to force the sword to marry him. Therefore, the reputation of the Thunder and Fire Swords in the world has always been low, but

Their martial arts skills are pretty good..."

Having said this, the opera master couldn't help but look at the two daggers at his waist, and said to himself——

"...I just don't know who is better, the red flame sword in the hand of the fire sword, or my two flame swords?"

After listening to Cai Xishi's addition, Murong Qingyun felt even more disdainful towards Lei Jian.

Lei Bin sat back at the table, looked at the performer and asked -

"When are we going to do it?"

"No rush, wait first..."
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