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The wind blew and the clouds surged. The dark sky turned even darker.

In this instant, the black-clothed assassin saw many.

It was like a beautiful dream.

A hundred acres of fertile land was vast and fertile.

The warm sun was high in the sky, shining on the land.

It was pouring rain on the land.

A large number of flowers were planted on the ground, and they desperately took root and sprouted in the soil.

Gradually, each seed absorbed enough nourishment to sprout.

They burst forth with astonishing power, breaking through the earth and seeing sunlight and rain for the first time.

Spring, Summer Rain, Autumn Leaf, Winter Snow.

A cycle of reincarnation passed.

The tender bud grew into a flower bud. A thin stem supported the thick flower bud as it proudly raised its head in the air.

They just want to grow up so they can see this magical world.

Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter Plum.

Another cycle of reincarnation passed.

The flower buds have seen the ebb and flow of the human world, seen the rise and fall of the human world.

Slowly, they seemed to understand the meaning of their existence, which was to show everyone the most beautiful thing in the world.

Their flower buds began to scatter and fall, but not enough. They could not blossom.

Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter.

They passed through another cycle of reincarnation, but this time, they seemed to understand a lot.

However, they could not say what they had understood.

The sun was high on that day, and they were bathed in warm sunlight. At this moment, a group of people arrived at their territory.

People looked at them and pointed at them, happy smiles on their faces.

The flower buds seemed to sense something, and they only heard a light sound.

"Bo!"

Then the whole world went quiet.

At this moment, the black-clothed assassin felt as if he was standing in a hundred acres of fertile land, looking at these flower buds.

Then, a flash of light.

All the flowers had bloomed!

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple.

All sorts of flowers bloomed at this moment in the most beautiful state.

The hundred acres of fertile farmland became a sea of flowers in an instant. The flowers were lush and lush, luxuriant and extremely flourishing.

The assassin in black was wandering in the world of paintings, surrounded by colorful flowers.

For a time, he only wanted to lie down amidst the flowers, lie down amidst the gentleness, and sleep comfortably.

He walked among the flowers, running his hands over them.

At this moment, the petals of all the flowers in the flower field left their stamens and floated in the air.

It then suddenly flew off into the distance. The sea of flowers bloomed and withered for only an instant.

It was a bustling scene, hundreds of flowers falling to the ground.

The assassin hastily ran in the direction of the petal, trying to preserve the beauty of that moment.

Not far away, there was a sword surrounded by petals. It was extremely beautiful.

The place that was surrounded by petals had once again become bustling.

At the end of the bustle stood a white robe.

The black-clothed assassin stepped forward to look, but that sword pierced through his shoulder.

Fresh blood flowed out, the pain pulled him back to reality.

"Hiss!" Only now did the black clad assassin realize that he had been nailed to the wall by Yang Muyun's sword, and Yang Muyun's sword was the thing that had nailed him to the wall.

"Eh …" Was it a woman? " Yang Muyun held onto the sword hilt as he looked at the face of the black clothed assassin.

When they were still in the room, Yang Muyun had already cut the black cloth off the assassin's face.

Thus, the assassin in black had now revealed his true appearance.

So it wasn't him, it was her.

It was a lady. Liu Ye's eyebrows were arched, and his oval face had a pair of eyes filled with killing intent and a deathly stillness.

If she wasn't an assassin, she could be considered a pretty girl.

"Everyone in the martial world has white robes and beautiful swords. They didn't believe it at first, but now they are truly worthy of their reputation!" The black clad assassin sneered as he praised Yang Muyun's sword technique.

Her body trembled as she spoke, and the wound began to bleed again.

"It's all thanks to the praise of our friends in the martial arts world!" Yang Muyun returned the gesture of modesty.

Yang Muyun stared at the black clothed assassin a few times, "Where are you from?"

"I don't know!" The assassin in black was decisive.

Seeing that she wasn't willing to say anything, Yang Muyun took out the "Plum Blossom Brand" from his chest and waved it in front of her, "Tell me, maybe we know each other?"

"What is this?" The black clothed assassin looked at the Plum Blossom Brush in Yang Muyun's hands with a puzzled expression.

Since noon, Yang Muyun had already started to be wary of the Red Flower Society. The underworld was very righteous, but that didn't mean they weren't crafty.

But from the looks of this black clad assassin, he didn't seem like he was playing dumb. He wasn't a member of the Red Flower Society.

"Who sent you?" Yang Muyun asked again.

"I don't know!" The black-clothed assassin replied in the same manner.

Yang Muyun asked a few questions consecutively, but the black clad assassin didn't know how to answer. As an assassin, his backbone could be seen clearly.

It was not like some weaklings who, when encountering a matter of life and death, would ignore their own creed as assassins.

"Then what's your name?" Yang Muyun softened his tone.

"It's up to you if you want to kill me or cut me up, why are you asking so much!" The black-clothed assassin still had an arrogant look on his face. However, it was much better than before.

"That's what you said …" Yang Muyun dragged his feet. Just like a dissolute young master.

The black-clothed assassin pursed his lips, his eyes tightly shut. Two streams of clear tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes.

No matter how strong she was, she was still a girl. No one was born cold-blooded.

"Pfft!" As the sword came out of the flesh, Yang Muyun pulled it out from the black-clothed assassin's shoulder.

Blood continued to flow from his shoulder, and the black-clothed assassin collapsed to the ground.

Yang Muyun took out a small bag from his belt and threw it in front of the black clothed assassin, "I won't kill a woman, you can leave … …" This is Gold Sore Medicine, take it and apply it to your wounds. "

"You …" The black-clothed assassin looked at Yang Muyun with tears in his eyes.

"But if the next time we meet in the martial arts world, we will still be enemies, and I will not show any mercy." Yang Muyun did not hold back and viciously said.

With that, Yang Muyun took out a piece of cloth to wipe the blood off his sword. He returned the sword to its sheath and was about to leave.

"You … You're really letting me go? " The black-robed assassin said in disbelief.

"Like I said, I won't kill women. But if you insist on being my enemy, then I won't be merciful. " Yang Muyun didn't look back and just walked out of the alley.

"Hey!" You... What was the name of that sword attack. " The black-clothed assassin asked embarrassedly when he saw Yang Muyun leave.

"..." I have not chosen a name yet. Since you have already asked, then let's call it 'Teardrop Overflowing'! "

The black clothed assassin looked at Yang Muyun's back, holding the Golden Sore Medicine, secretly chewing on this name, sinking into deep thought.

Yang Muyun walked out of the alleyway, it was already close to midnight, but fortunately, even though the inn was closed, it was not closed because of the curfew.

Therefore, Yang Muyun chose to enter through the inn's front door, and didn't climb over the wall again.