~： Fourth year story 054, the first strike

Into the night.

Ash City, which had been noisy all day, finally fell into a peaceful sleep. The lights in the slums have long since been extinguished, using sleep to reject the night that belongs to the rich.

At this moment, the clock points to ten o'clock. In the hotel, this time is obviously not enough time for people to fall asleep. Many people gather at the cliffside restaurant on the second floor of the hotel or the gym on the first floor to entertain their happy holiday life.

On the 4th floor, in the Xingli bedroom.

Sand-sand-sand-

In the bathroom, the sound of bathing came. Through the frosted glass door, one of the long-haired figures who are taking a bath is slightly outlined. On the bed next to the bathroom, there are idiots with loose clothes sitting on the soft bed, and little bread rolls and laughs.

The idiot was sitting on the bed, holding his own plans in his hands, looking at them page by page. Beside him, there is the skirt that has just been taken off, and the purple pantyhose that is randomly thrown aside. They are just so slightly wrinkled and left uncut.

Sand-sand-sand-squeak... squeak.

Clang.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped. After a while, the barrier door was gently opened. The mist broke out of the tightly bound space, and could not wait to gush out from it. About three seconds later, a white and slender thigh first stepped out of the mist, and the remaining water droplets on the thigh exuded a warm luster under the slightly dim light in the bedroom.

"What are you looking at?"

After the shower, Xingli's face was slightly flushed. Her blond hair was still wet on her back. Under the graceful light, Xingli was wrapped in a towel, while holding another smaller towel in both hands, constantly wiping her soft blonde hair, went to bed and sat beside the idiot.

"Ahhh~~~!"

The scent of shampoo came from the golden hair, and it happened to be the lemon scent that Bun likes. Xiao Bao raised his head, leaned against Xing Li and sniffed a few vigorously, then opened his hands and screamed.

"be quiet."

The idiot patted the little girl's head lightly, and only when he ate the painful little bread, he knew that he was good, and stopped yelling. In response, Xing Li smiled slightly, moved to lean on the idiot's shoulder, and moved his head to look at the plan in the idiot's hand.

The idiot didn't evade, because these plans only marked various routes, terrain, time, etc. only words that he knew what they meant. So he didn't worry about what Xing Li would find. Xing Li didn't find anything after looking for a while. She shrugged, turned and got out of bed, holding the bath towel on her chest in one hand, and walking to the closet next to her, and took out a set of violet women's continuous underwear.

"It's late, how about you also wash and bathe and sleep? In addition, these clothes of yours are too dirty, so you have to wash them. Before the clothes are washed, you should wear these at night."

Xingli took that set of underwear, pulled out another set from the closet, handed it to the idiot, and smiled: "I hope you don't dislike it. My clothes are all sisters. You might find it strange, but the clothes themselves are not wrong."

The idiot looked up at those pajamas. Afterwards, he put down the information, picked up the little girl and walked into the bathroom. After just fifteen minutes, the idiot came out again with his upper body naked, carrying the clothes that were simply scrubbed, and throwing the bun into the bed without saying anything, and hugged her to sleep.

Xingli saw that the idiot didn't mean to wear the clothes she prepared, so she shook her head helplessly. She walked into the dressing room on the side, took off the bath towel, put on the purple pajamas, and straightened her hair in front of the mirror. After confirming that her hair was completely dry, she gently walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, and sat in.

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The faint fragrance gradually diffused in the bed.

In the dark room, only gentle breaths are still lying together regularly.

Before I knew it, 12 o'clock midnight arrived.

In the dark, on the bed--

The bun lay down in a big font, already sleeping carefree. On both sides of her lay the idiot and Xingli, among them Xingli seemed to be asleep too, she turned sideways, facing the idiot. A small part of Xiuli's face was hidden by her blonde hair. There is a small pink lips inlaid under Guazi's face, which opens and closes slightly in his sleep, spitting out a fragrance...

Idiot, look at her.

In these two hours, his black eyes remained condensed on this sleeping face under the cover of night. He smelled the scent of shampoo from her hair, and carefully looked at the person who was sleeping with him now, but was able to go to sleep with confidence.

Yes, he can't sleep.

He already knew that Xingli was the person Campa sent to monitor him, so he had to obey her orders as much as possible. Otherwise, the idiot would never have the courage to sleep in the same bed with her. So he has been vigilant for these two hours, even after entering this room. Be wary of whether she will suddenly launch the "condensation" force, using almost countless soft fabrics here to completely penetrate herself and the bun.

But after observing for half an hour and confirming that she was really asleep, he finally figured out. Since Xing Li is here to monitor herself, of course there is no need to kill herself so quickly. It is really unnecessary to guard her like this. Therefore, he put this matter aside and began to think about another matter.

And this incident is also the real reason why he has not fallen asleep until now.

Honey pear.

During this period of time, he has been thinking about this girl, from when he first met and now she is staying in this hotel. He carefully thought about each of the plots, and constantly pondered the other's thoughts. No matter what, he couldn't explain his chest blockage and shortness of breath as simply not eating enough. His survival experience told him that if he wants to survive successfully, he must see the essence inside through the appearance.

He thought...

He thought about...

Think, speculate, reason, draw conclusions, overturn conclusions, think again, figure again, reason again, draw conclusions, and overturn conclusions...

This process is always going on. Although from the perspective of the world, the three children on this bed are just enjoying a peaceful sleep. But in the mind of this dark shadow with his eyes wide open, there are continuous ups and downs like a stormy sea.

at last……

"……………………?………………………………!!!”

His eyes opened wide at this moment. The idiot turned over and rolled off the bed gently. He didn't even have time to put on his clothes, so he rushed to the door for the first time, opened the door, and crept out.

On the walkway, the dazzling lights illuminate the lights here. But because it was too late, there were no people walking around here, only the coldness that belonged to the cave running through every corner of this place.

No one... is a good thing for idiots. But it is also a bad thing. His footsteps rushed in one direction quickly, and the black dagger was tightly pinched by his right hand, ready to stab at any target that could threaten him at any time!

Near...

Getting closer...

After turning the last turn, the target's room appeared in front of the idiot. For some unknown reason, the lights on this walkway were all off, and the idiot was also turning the last corner and saw that "thing"——

In the darkness, a shadow touched Dai Lao's room...

There is no extra language, and there is no stopping and blocking. The idiot who rushed through the corner did not slow down, but rushed up again speeding up his pace. He didn't give the opponent enough time to react, and the dagger in his right hand turned into a long sword in an instant, and the sword of death that insisted on one sword to kill was immediately handed out and pierced into the opponent's heart.

The darkness spread in an instant...

The pitch-black pupils spread in this darkness...

During the time that stopped, there was a slight creak...

The blade was put aside by the right arm raised by the shadow at the last moment...

One of the swords of sorrow has failed.

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That shadow is lucky, isn't it?

Being able to avoid the sword of death that is destined to kill with a single sword, on the other hand, also determines the strength of this person. Then, he (she) should feel lucky, right?

Yes, after avoiding this sword, Shadow did breathe a sigh of relief, admiring that he was able to survive this fast and almost unpredictable blade. However, his (her) luck only lasted for a short time. Because after an instant, the hand that was holding the blade of the sword was released, and two hands stronger than iron tongs had already pinched Shadow's neck tightly...

Puff through.

The shadow fell to the ground.

Idiot, sitting on the other's chest.

The icy black eyes are filled with the severe cold of a snowstorm night...

"Ah......cuckoo...cuckoo...cuckoo...!"

Under the night, death spread little by little.

The idiot's hands pressed tightly against the tender neck in his heart, and the thumbs of both hands approached the trachea in the neck a little bit.

Under her hand, a sad young girl whimpered. She lay, clutching the idiot's arm tightly with her hands, trying her best to pull his hands apart.

"Goo........................cough..............................!"

She beat her throat-locked hands desperately, even scratching and scratching with her fingers. Strips of blood began to appear on the idiot's arm, but they couldn't reduce the power in his hand by any means.

"call………………………………"

The struggle under the palm of the hand became lighter and lighter. The girl's complexion gradually turned into purple-blue, and some foam also flowed from the corner of her mouth. In the darkness, she stared at the bloodshot eyes and stared at the dark pupils in front of her eyes. The eyes were full of anger, unwillingness, fear, and despair...