That night, Ye Shengxiang came to send a message to Sui Ye, saying that the castle wanted to meet her.
At night, when I saw Ye Shengxiang smiling gloatingly, I could only remain silent.
Xuanyuan Ghost made an appointment to meet her in the study. As soon as he saw her, he asked kindly: "Can Ye'er's injury be cured?"
"Thanks to the Lord's concern, I have recovered."
"You know the rules in the fort. If you fail the mission, you should be punished."
"I'll find out at night and ask the Lord of the castle to punish me."
"There is a task here. If you can complete it, no reward will be given as a punishment. If you can't complete it, you don't have to come back." The meaning of "no need to come back" means that you don't have to come back alive.
"yes"
"Very good, the target this time is Xiao Jiumei, the nine-tailed jade fox. The employer requires that he die on the pillow of the woman he likes at the annual flower viewing ceremony of Qianhou Palace. Can you agree with this?
Have any objections?"
"no disagreement"
"This mission is extremely confidential and cannot be disclosed to the outside world."
"Understanding at night"
Taking orders at night, knowing that this trip will bring disaster
Does Xuanyuan Ghost really believe her, that she is still the killer who took people's heads from thousands of miles away, that she is still loyal to the bunker?
Since she left the Dragon Palace safely, the bunker's suspicion and precautions against her have been in full swing.
If she can succeed on this trip, it will prove that she is still valuable and the bunker can continue to be used.
If she really loses her martial arts skills, facing someone like Xiao Jiumei, she will be like a sheep in a tiger's mouth, and her life will be cut off. She will also give up on asking for books.
She understands all this
Luck must be guaranteed by strength. Her strength has been greatly reduced, and luck will no longer be on her side.
Before leaving the fort, she visited Wenshu for the last time
Wenshu was painting in front of the window. Across a curve of blue waves, she saw Wenshu lowering his head and painting with concentration. There was a willow thread blowing in front of the window. He was like the scholar in the ancient paintings, always so serious and focused.
There is also a hint of elegance and aloofness far away from the world.
Such a person should have been born in a scholarly family, reciting poems and painting all day long, admiring the wind and praising the moon. Why was he born in the bloody underground world?
She stood by the willow tree and stared at him painting
She remembered that the first time she saw him was on a drizzly day in early spring. She was walking casually in the rain without an umbrella.
The weather suddenly turned warm and cold, and she felt a blazing gaze on her. When she looked up, she saw him holding an umbrella, opening his mouth slightly, and looking at her blankly.