Governor's Illness

"Is it in place?" Xia Hou low asked.

He squatted in the dark alley, black traction almost blended in the night, only the geese knife in the waist revealed shine in the body. After his, he kneelhed two rods, about 50 people, everyone moved, as if black stone statue.

"It's all. A total of three hundred people, ready to live." The class replied.

"Good." Xia Hou said.

The voice is coming over the evening wind, and the high and low exploitation is called the sound mix. Here is the West City Street, and three hundred steps in the north are the royal city, and the foot of the criterion is the most prosperous horse in Beijing. Xia Houzhen took out the geese knife, and the knife stretched out his elbows, and the shoddy knife reflected the shadow of the archway. Wushed tile, gray door, two sides of a brick wall. The running hall is located in the end of the door, he welcomes it, the sky, only wears a short jacket, but the face is red because of running.

He is the school under the hand of Xia Hou, and a short-blade is hidden under his short. When the mouth of the welcoming, I glanced at Xia Hou, and I nodded.

If you pay attention, you will find that the passers trail in front of the door is more than one. They walked to the end of the West China, and they left to go back. Tea stalls, craftsman, cake shop, the streets, singing, even selling the funeral father, all the East Factory of the East Factory, all people are tight, put Yu Guang in the gate of the door.

Tonight, the original and prostitutes of Zhang Zhao were used in the building. The day before, Xia Hou, received a new line of Tang 17, and the galante will assassinate it tonight. Now sitting two substitutes, they will go out of the carriage in Chenzheng, and the assassin will fall from the sky.

Xia Hou squatted with a cold cutting handle and slowly adjusted breathing. He felt faster and faster the heart in the chest, and blood is boiling slowly in the blood vessel. He knows that he may be welcoming his hub, his post, now the strongest assassin.

"Adults, supervisors have instructions, you can't play it yourself." Wan Show whispered, "Galan Tiger Wolf, if you have an accident, I will wait for it."

"Nothing, we are more, not afraid." Xia Hou said.

"But ..." Want to persuade.

The people on the building suddenly boiled, and it was an alternative to Shen Yu and Zhang Zhao. I live in the hand, everyone is breathed and staring at the gate of the door.

"Shen Yu" and "Zhang Zhao" are doing routine modest, and discuss who will go to the carriage. The factory is surrounded around, and the right hand holding the handle reveals their vigilance. Xiahou is slightly frowned, they should not be so nervous, the assassin is sensitive, they are easy to find.

The sound of the wheel rolled away from the distance, the sound of the horseshoot. Xia Hou is a glimpse, see the head. A four-wheeled carriage came from the end of the West China Street, the carved car wrinkle, the top cover, the wind turned on a wind lamp, illuminated the car to drive the car, dark yellow, wrinkle full, Like a wrinkled card.

"Who is this mother?" Xia Hou frowned.

"There are four driving, it is the king of the king."

"Is there a way to stop? Waiting for the assassin, this carriage is here."

Handicast Road: "Can't stop, adults, is the king of the king."

The car is swaying the horse whip, the carriage is getting closer and closer, and we must go down the door of the building.

Xia Hou is dark, said: "Who is at home. If you send someone, you say that the director is here, and the king of the king is not allowed."

It's not good to have a good reputation, but there is no way. The hand should be, it is planning to go out. The moon climbed out of the dark cloud, and the dark sky was bright, and the light, the car put the handwriting of the handwriting, there was a very thin metal cold light flash, and the knife generally cut Xia Hou's eyelids.

His sleeves hide the knife!

Xiahou is shocked, shouting: "Boot!"

Everyone pulled the knife out of the sheath, the knife was woven into a piece, and the night as if it was a moment.

The car puts a sharp whip, and the four horses are long, and it is crazy to pull the carriage toward the car. Xia Houzhen pushed the palm class, rushed out of the alley, cut off the sinking rope of the sink, turned over the horse. The factory is slow, and it has also been chased by the horse.

The cold wind rums, the horseshoes are like a drum, and Xia Hou said to see his own breath. The carriage runs very quickly, the car is crazy, the carriage is shaking, and the voice of the is as if the next moment is a scaffold. Xia Hou is slowly close to the tail of the carriage, and the snow granules splashing are almost hit.

The front is the end of the West China Street, and it is also the boundaries of the factory, must not let the carriage leave the street.

Xia Hou is horses to catch up with the side of the carriage, and the factory must be short, and the arrow dragged the fine iron lock to pull out sharp whistling, nail on the wall of the carriage. At the moment of the nailed, the arrow walked into the panel opened, extends out the hook, as if the beast is open, and the death can grasp the inside of the wall.

"!" Xia Hou's order.

At the same time, all the manufacturers, the iron lock is straight, and the walls of the three sides are collapsed, the wood chips are flying, and countless arrows are shot from the carriage, and they are dense. Xia Hou Yu quickly fell to the shard, and there was a factory to shoot the horse, but more factory guards crossed their companions. Looking far away, like a tattered carriage dragged a raging black tide, pentium on the West China Street.

The mart of the factory caught the carriage and hook the claw again shot again. The number of unclear hooks hit the secretion of the truck, dragged them out, the assassins were mourned to be dragged on the ground, sliding out of the long blood in the snow, and the night did not see red, blood like countless Brush scratch on the snow on the snow.

There are many people in the roofs on the streets, and it is a ride that is ambush on the side. All people arrow, the arrow is condensed with the cold moonlight, and it is lit. Under the order of the leader, the rain whistling, the air was scored together, and if the ghost call, the sharp call, and the sharpness can run through the head.

However, the assassin shot in the thousands of hair, and several factory must guarded on the side of the middle of the carriage, and the birds riding in the night color. In addition, three assassins chopped the rope along with the car, flying to the horse.

The shard is empty, all of which are tied into the chassis. The broken car chassis is obliquely to block the way to the factory, and Xia Hou is jumped, and the sky jumped over the carriage and continued pursuit.

"Adult, they escaped out of the ring!"

The West City Street has been out, and the assassins run forward in the night. Xia Hou looked back and looked at the number of people left, about 30 people, and the factory must catch up. Xia Hou : "Continue to chase! Walk with the passage of the assassin, pay attention to the tract!"

The factory must drink horse, and the arrows are not shooting, and there is constant assassin, and there is a factory to catch up with the factory. However, when he caught people, he found that the assassin had died. The rest of the assassin is less and less, and finally only three people will run wild in the night.

"Only they are real galake assassins, others are dark piles." Xia Hou squid ordered, "chase!"

The moon is gradually being blocked by the dark clouds, the street is terrible, and the four are the Dark Shadow, which seems to be in danger. The assassin's horseshoes were driven away, very rhythm, like the drums, , , , , , , ,, , , , . The Assassin disappeared at the corner, Xia Hou, horses, just saw that the assassin was blinded into the end of the alley, like the wings of the moth.

"In the fire! The knife is before, people are behind!" Xia Hou said.

The fire is lit up, and Xia Hou has taken a root, and the horse will enter the narrow alley. The shadow of the alley is heavy, and the face is blossomed under the fire, it looks like a Buddha statue in the temple. The assassin fled in the alley, they were chasing. The alley narrower only allows the two people to go side by side, and the wall is kept down to buckle with many urine buckets, and a urinary smell in the air, and the urinary bucket is striking, and it is a piece. The assassin is separated, and the factory will pursue separately. The spider-like alley branches are stretched out, and the assassins and the chasing rides are like leaking into the alley, spread in the branches.

Xia Hou, a horse, just a few steps from the assassin, as if the fire stretched out, you can get to his corner, you can be a little every time. Xia Houzhen reached out the arrows on the body, but found that it has been used out, only to bite the teeth. The corner is heavy, the assassin's shadow is flashing, sometimes sometimes it is true, like a ghost that suddenly.

wrong! The electro-optical rock in the mind is generally flashed, and Xia Hou is suddenly awesome.

This is wrong! The alley is the best place to arrange the tractor, why did you run for so long, and I have never seen it. Also, the galan should be a sheath, the assassin has escaped for so long, why don't you see it?

These assassins are not like assassination, it is like a place where they go! Xia Hou did not hesitate, stop chasing, and folded away. He found that there was no one in the back. It's too fast, but I didn't pay attention to the people behind it. The fire will illuminate the big place, and the dark volley is in his shoulder, the horizon is dark, and every step is like a deep enemy. He feels breathing, it seems that the throat is picked up with an iron ring.

He suddenly felt some strange, from before hiding in the dark, he spyed the prey is him, now he became a prey.

Suddenly, a sharp whistling came from the rear, if the poisonous snake was spit, the scorpion was released!

Xia Hou lifted the consciousness to survive, short cornive turned, huge strength to take out the fire from Xia Hou, and brought the snow. The red flame is a blink of a moment, then extinguished, only the rest of the . When the world suddenly was dark, the dull darkness fell from all directions and wrap him. The alley is silent, he heard his breathing and heartbeat.

Xia Hou pulled out the knife and went a few steps forward.

dark. silence.

Soap boots stepping in the snow, the danger comes from all over the eight parties, he seems to feel the icy eyes of the thorn house in the dark, stab in his back is like a manbery.

Who is his opponent? Canada Luo? Still tain

His heart is calm, and the darkness seems to have anything. No, calm, calm, he tells yourself. He took a deep breath, no longer moved forward, handshed hands, slightly squat. He closed his eyes, nor to look around, the vision was caught in a deeper darkness, and there was night wind in the ear. He looked on his hair, slipped through his cheek, ice cold. He keeps a knife, and the whole person is strictly like a stone statue.

A long time ago, he practiced a knife when he was practiced by bachelor of knife, called a blind knife. The trainee should be eye-catching in the summer forest and listen to thousands of mings. The teaching will drop a needle in front of him. He wants to distinguish the sound of the air in the mountains in the mountains, and then sword down. Sometimes the hearing is more reliable than the visual, when the knife is in the field of view, only the sound can expose the knife.

There is no , only silent. The night ham will tell him where the enemy is in.

Far away from the footsteps, it is the factory to walk. The wind is moving the bamboo pole of the wall, and it is . .. The small mouse climbed out of the gurt and drilled out the box cage on the ground and drilled it out. The sound of the ones and the streets outside the alley, three under the Bang Bang, and three.

Wind is in the ear, and everything is quiet.

Suddenly, where is there, there is a fissure, like a lightning torn dark. Xia Hou, open his eyes!

Ghosts behind!

Two knives in the dark collide, the sparks of the blade friction flashed, like the fireworks blooming in the night. At the light of the spark, he saw the white porcelain mask flowing with ice-cold, as well as the mask, indifferent eyes.

Two knives were separated after collision, two people were opposed to the darkness of iron.

Xia Houzhen's hands were shaken by it. That is like a dragon snake, only a stronger master can have such a speed, he doesn't have to ask and know the name of this assassin.

- Jaho Luo.