The Splendid Life of the Female Supporting Role

    Qin Zhiyue felt the coldness around her neck, she couldn't help but smile, and said coldly, "You dare to enter the British mansion late at night, you are not too brave."

    "Aren't you afraid?" The man's subordinate added another point, "If I just think about it, you will die immediately."

    Qin Zhiyue was about to speak, but she heard the sound of rustling footsteps outside, and then Lian He asked anxiously: "Girl, there are assassins in the mansion, Lord I told you to stay in the main courtyard, it would be safer."

    Feeling the increasing strength between her necks, Qin Zhiyue hooked her lips slightly, then moved her throat and said lightly: "I see, I have already changed my clothes just now, you go and put out the fire first. , I'll pack myself up and go."

    "Girl..." Lian He, who was outside the door, wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to think, and said with a slight trembling, "The maid understands, the fire is getting bigger, maid first past."

    Qin Zhiyue answered with a loud voice.

    Listening to the voices outside, and also aware of the slight decrease in the strength of the neck, Qin Zhiyue continued to ask: "Why did you come to the British government to assassinate?"

    "Isn't it obvious?" Li Sheng sneered, "Of course it was to kill the British prince."

    Li Sheng looked around the boudoir as he spoke, thinking that it would be more convenient to hide it later, but the smoke wave turned slightly, and he saw a long sword hanging on the wall , for a moment, his breathing stagnated, and even the short blade in his hand was almost unsteady.

    He changed his gestures instantly, grabbed Qin Zhiyue's neck with one hand, and put the other hand on her waist, forced her to look at the sword on the wall, and asked coldly : "This sword is yours?"

    Qin Zhiyue really laughed this time, she said helplessly: "Brother, what you said, this sword hangs in my room, who's not mine?"

    Seeing that he has nothing to do next, Qin Zhiyue is a little puzzled. Is this person here to laugh? Now that there is no one around, what are you thinking about if you don't run?

    "No, Xiongtai, is this your first time to assassinate someone else?" Qin Zhiyue finally couldn't help speaking, her tone full of contempt.

    Li Sheng was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "What do you mean?"

      Yes, if you haven't done anything to me now, it may take a while, and you will be the one who will die."

    Qin Zhiyue, as a bounty in the Xianxia world who has been entrusted with the speed of life and death for three years, naturally cannot understand the behavior of this assassin.

    Therefore, she talked to the assassin about the basic principles of the killer very earnestly, from metaphysics to the right time, place and people to how to hide traces, she still held her throat behind her with perseverance and perseverance The man who spoke the truth seemed to have completely forgotten that her life was still in the hands of others.

    Li Sheng, who was stunned at the time, said:…

    "It's not like you anyway." Qin Zhiyue was already sitting at the tea table, nibbling on melon seeds, looking very leisurely.

    Li Sheng:…

    He really doesn't understand, why a little girl who looks only fourteen years old can understand so many murders? This is not normal!

    Li Sheng was a little sullen, and after a long while he said again: "So you killed someone?"

    Qin Zhiyue's nibbling on melon seeds paused for a moment, then she looked up at the Qinglun sword hanging on the wall.

    Because of her sudden movement, Li Sheng did not react for a while, and the short blade on her neck would not have time to change direction with her movement, and it was actually living on her white neck. There was a bloodstain left, which shocked Li Sheng for a moment, and hurriedly closed his hand to remove the short blade.

    The next second, he only felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and with the sound of the long sword being unsheathed, in the blink of an eye, a cold blade fell on his neck, Then there was a soft voice: "Don't move, or I will kill you."

    Between the electric and the flint, the images of the two changed positions.

    Li Sheng raised his head and looked at Qin Zhiyue with surprise by the jumping candlelight.

      It made Li Sheng feel that the hairs all over his body stood upright, and even his pupils trembled for a long time.

    "I said, if you don't do it again, you will be the one who will die." Qin Zhiyue's tone was indifferent, "To answer your question just now, it's not as simple as killing people~"

    Li Sheng swallowed his saliva, opened his mouth to say something, but found that he was frightened and fell silent.

    Qin Zhiyue clicked his tongue, then stretched out his hand and tore off the black cloth on his face, looked at it for a while, and said, "Li Blacksmith's cousin?"

    Li Sheng's pupils suddenly widened, her inner doubts surged, as if she was asking how she knew.

    "So far, apart from my family, the Qinglun sword has only been seen by Blacksmith Li and his cousin." Qin Zhiyue answered him like a mirror, "Blacksmith Li is too strong to rule it out. , and when you see Qinglun, you look so abnormal, it doesn't seem to be difficult to guess."

    She looked at Li Sheng with burning eyes, her eyes were full of smiles, and when she finished saying these words, she shook her head and sighed, as if she was talking to a fool .

    "That's right, my name is Li Sheng." Li Sheng gave up his resistance.

    It's not that he doesn't want to resist, it's that he didn't even think that the little girl in front of him looked weak, but when the long sword touched his neck, it seemed to give He weighed thousands of pounds. It wasn't that he didn't try to fight back, but he couldn't move at all.

    "It's quite knowledgeable." Qin Zhiyue raised her eyebrows, then indifferently pulled a wooden stool and sat in front of Li Sheng, and asked, "Why did you want to assassinate the British prince?"

    Li Sheng looked up at her and paused, but didn't say anything for a long time.

    Qin Zhiyue was not in a hurry, she poured herself a cup of tea slowly, and said in a low voice, "I guess, in less than half a cup of tea, I, Aye, will bring my servant over here. already."

    "What if I came here? I'm a dignified seven-footed man, since I dare to come here to assassinate, then of course not..."

    "No no no, Xiongtai, you think too much." Qin Zhiyue suddenly laughed out loud, and said with curved eyebrows, "I mean, if you come before me, Aye, If you haven't told the truth yet, then you may die here~"

    Her tone was as soft and cute as always, but it was this gentle tone that made Li Sheng even more afraid.

    He swallowed and asked with a slightly trembling voice: "You...you are, what do you mean?"

    Qin Zhiyue's smile gradually dissipated, and the blade of the Qinglun sword slowly continued to be close to his neck, and bloodstains soon appeared, and the droplets of blood ran along the blade. Dripping down, it looks a kind of discordant horror beauty.

    "I'm Qin Zhiyue, the youngest daughter of the British government. You should have heard rumors about me in the capital, such as what kind of virginity is not guaranteed..." Her tone became colder, "So you think, I, Aye, brought my family over here, and what kind of thoughts would I have when I saw you in my house like a dragon?"

    Qin Zhiyue slowly leaned over to look directly at him, murderous intent flashed in her eyes, and her red lips lightly said: "Then you, the so-called prince painter, thinks that I have any reason to let you alive?"

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    Sorry sorry for the lack of today, too much work today...