C18

At the same time, in a small tavern on the street of Hubei West City.

The night breeze was chilly and the moon shone down.

The dim light from the table shone on the mottled walls, illuminating the indistinct figures within the wine house.

This was an inconspicuous little tavern on the riverbank of South City. To the north was an endless hazel forest. Usually, there was not a single person around. Only a few people would hear the noise of the woodcutters sawing the trees. In the evening, there was almost no one left in the inn. However, today was especially unexpected. That woman had been sitting here since dusk.

The shop assistant rubbed his sleepy eyes. Seeing that the woman had not left, he could not help but take a few more glances. After all, there were very few women with such looks in the entire capital.

The woman sat alone at the table. She was wearing a long dress that fluttered in the wind. It was exquisite and luxurious, revealing her smooth legs. Her skin was dizzily white even under the dim light of the lamp.

The hair that she had piled up was casually draped behind her back. It was soft and black and straight, dazzling like a waterfall. Yet, such a woman had actually appeared in a nameless small tavern in a remote area. It was truly strange.

The wind on the street blew the wind lamps around, but the sound of footsteps could be heard in the wind. The footsteps got closer and closer, closer and closer, until they finally stopped outside the door. A pair of strong hands pushed open the tightly shut door of the restaurant.

The servant raised his head to look at the man who walked in and subconsciously took a step back. "Dear customer, I only have the plum wine that I brewed myself..."

The clerk was startled by the man's attire.

The man's entire body was wrapped in a black cloak, making his footsteps seem heavier. He looked at the white-clothed woman who had her back to him, and followed the light under the lamp.

The faint yellow light from the fire illuminated the bamboo hat on his head. The black cloth that was hanging around him completely covered his face. Hanging from his waist was a straight saber, straight, long and thin. It was a Darkscabbard Arc Blade that even the three year old boy of Qiushan City knew about.

This kind of blade was not produced in Hubei, but was something that only existed in the bustling eastern capital. A year ago, the shop assistant followed the shopkeeper to take a trip there. Almost all the swordsmen there had this kind of blade.

The swordsman sat down in front of the woman and poured himself a glass of wine, pouring it into the pot of warm water.

The silence in the restaurant was chilling.

"Lil 'Bro, may I trouble you to help this …" The woman raised her eyebrows and glanced at the silent swordsman, not knowing how to address him. In the end, she could only call him "guest", "Here, I want to boil some plum wine for you."

"Sir, please enjoy..." The waiter placed the wine on the table, his hands trembling. He held back his gaze as he looked at the swordsman under the bamboo hat and happened to meet his cold gaze. He was so scared that he hurriedly ran behind the counter and curled up in a corner to warm himself.

"Your request has already been submitted by the chief to our hall's elders. I have no choice but to come this time because Lord Mo Qiuyu is coming to Hubei! "

Upon hearing the three words "Mo Qiuyu", the woman's graceful and calm face finally couldn't help but be moved. Her clear black and white eyes looked at the silent assassin in surprise.

The assassin drank all the wine in his cup in one gulp. He then took out a heavy ink box and pushed it in front of the woman.

The assassin opened the ink box, and a flash of light passed through it. Ten slender golden bricks were neatly placed inside the ink box, and each of them was imprinted with the symbol of a Mystic Wind Bird. It was the crest of the Nalan Clan, and all the gold ingots that bore the Nalan Clan's insignia could be exchanged with any merchant guild in the world. Even the imperial treasury had gold ingots and baht from the Nalan Clan.

"This is the reward from Lord Mo. After finishing this mission, you can take the money and go find the person you want!" The assassin closed the ink cartridge and placed it under his saber. His words were tinged with regret, "You are free."

"Freedom?" A trace of ridicule flashed across the woman's ice-clear face. She turned her eyes to the side and used her jade-like fingers to stroke her face. The jadeite ring on her wrist gave off a soul-stirring jade color under the light.

Even though the woman was mocking him, she still sounded so moving. The blur in the assassin's eyes became even clearer, causing his breathing to quicken. His eyes under the bamboo hat stared unwaveringly at the exposed skin on the woman's dress. He couldn't help but think of those pictures of beautiful women hanging on the wall in Yongan Jadeite.

It is hard to say whether you made the right choice or the wrong one, but you must know, any killer who wants to withdraw from this hall will not have a good ending. Without the protection of this hall, many of them will be hunted to death by the enemies of the family, after all, the targets of their assassination will mostly be noble families, and there are even some powerful officials of the royal family.

The assassin looked at the woman in front of him, his heart beating even faster. He saw that the woman's red lips, which were just inches away from his, still had two bright red powders remaining on them.

The assassin quickly lowered his head, his eyes filled with shock. He felt a chill in his bones as he thought of the woman's identity. He knew how many people's blood this woman's hands were stained with. This woman who could sit on the same level as the elders of this hall, her identity was even more noble, and it was only because her surname was Han.

The surname Han was one of the third-rate wealthy families in the Tie Muhuan Hall, the one in charge of Tie Mu's assassination in the world's brothel. Most of the women in this hall were female, and most of them came from the mortal world. However, they were the most pure and pure of them all.

"Of course I know this," The woman's expression was still as indifferent as before, "Tell me about your mission this time. Mo Qiuyu had not been in the northern border for many years, so why did she suddenly descend?"

The swordsman revealed a wry smile. He had lurked in Hubei for six years and knew her temper the best. Helpless, he could only take out the information on the target this time and place it in front of her, "This is not any new information. Although our plan to kill the seven seas six years ago was successful, we still haven't found the《 Da Xia Four Dragon-slaying Talents》. After six years of investigation, we have learned that before the Seven Seas Academy died, they very likely gave this book to someone!"

The assassin's gaze fell on Saber. His greyish white eyes were filled with coldness, just like a venomous snake.

"Who is it?" The woman's eyes were full of curiosity. Her white jade-like fingers picked up the slightly yellowish white Xuan on the table, and on it were written the target's information, "Bai Jinyu, Crown Prince of the North, the Da Xia Emperor personally bestowed the title of Crown Prince of the Cloud Dragon Violet Palace. On the surface, she is the Crown Prince of the North, but in reality, she is Su Jin's secret proton captive in Hubei. Born in the Northern King's Eighteen Years of Winter, his mother, the Mu Family's daughter, has passed away fifteen years ago.

The woman did not care about the teenager's cold gaze at all, she caressed the Plum Blossom mark on her forehead and casually said: "With this status, I am afraid there will be guards with powerful martial arts skills by my side, what's more … It was said that this person's life wasn't going to be long, and he wouldn't be able to live past the age of a weak crown... Six years ago, he was locked inside the Dragon Slaying Mountain by Su Jin.

The assassin slightly furrowed his brows, "It seems that you know as much as I do. That's right, Tie Lan Swallow Pavilion's hunters have already found some information."

"It has been many years since Mo Qiuyu personally made a move, and there have been many experts in the eight pavilions of the Mystical Mountain Hall. If it wasn't an urgent matter, he definitely wouldn't have personally come!" The woman chuckled. "What do you think?"

"You suspect me?" Listening to the woman's words, the assassin felt his heart tighten, and a trace of anger appeared in his eyes, "Han Xiuqiu, you and I have always kept to ourselves. Back then, when Lord Mo sent me to Hubei, he had the intention to spy on you. You need to know, he's one of the top figures in Hubei Qiu Mountain City, the dignified right Premier of the Li Kingdom. Once you expose our information, the entire Hubei Information Division could be in danger! "

"This is unlike you, since when did the famous killer Huang Quan become as timid as a mouse," the woman couldn't help but laugh. "Who am I, Han Xiuqiu, that nobody can touch what I want?"