Chapter 60 The Night Is Dark and the Wind Is High!

She took the sword sleeve and looked at it, and said, "Checkout. August 1 Chinese w=w≠w=.≤8=1≤z≥w=.≤com"

After hearing this, the shopkeeper smiled and invited her to the counter and said with a smile, "Girl, the seven-star sword set is 1.2 million yuan, the silver needle set is 35,000 yuan, and the two items are only 1.23 million yuan for the girl. , the end of the five thousand should be a discount for the girl, I hope the girl will come back next time."

After Feng Jiu paid the bill, she put the seven-star sword sleeve and the silver needle into the Qiankun bag, and left with Guan Xilin.

There was a look of surprise in the eyes of the shopkeeper who saw her using the Qiankun bag, Qiankun bag? It seems that the girl's family background is unusual! That's right, otherwise, why would you just buy millions of seven-star sword sets without counter-offering!

The two bought a lot of things outside and went back after a long day of shopping. The person who was watching them didn't leave until they saw them enter a remote courtyard and went back to report the letter.

In an inn, a middle-aged man was practicing cross-legged. When he heard a low voice from outside, he said, "Come in."

A man walked in quickly, bowed respectfully, and said, "Second Master, this subordinate has followed those two for a whole day, and seeing that they have entered a relatively remote courtyard, subordinate asked around to inquire about it. , I know that they moved in three days ago, claiming to be brothers and sisters, and when they were in the Treasure Pavilion today, a bag that the woman in red took out was the young master's Qiankun bag."

The middle-aged man had murderous intent in his eyes, and said in a gloomy voice, "A pair of brothers and sisters? Tell me about their body shape and appearance."

"Yes." He described the figure and appearance of the two of them, and finally said: "It's just that the woman in red covered her face with a veil, so she couldn't see her face clearly."

The middle-aged man's eyes were gloomy, and one hand was hanging down by his side, while the other hand was tightly clenched, and blue veins appeared, making a clicking sound.

"Draw the woman in red and send it to the black market mercenary task list. By the way, tell the people in the black market where they have settled, and tell them that I will see the woman's head the next morning!"

"Yes!" The man responded respectfully and quickly backed out.

It was night, and the night sky was pitch black, like a dark cloud shrouded in it, and half a star could not be seen.

Feng Jiu, dressed in red, lay on her back on the roof, resting her head in one hand, looking at the Qiankun bag in her hand with the other, and muttered: "It turns out that there is a soul imprint in it, no wonder I changed from beggar clothes to women's clothes. will be targeted.”

Putting away the Qiankun bag, she looked at the dark night sky and sighed: "This feeling...how can it be so good! The night is dark and the wind is high, killing night!"

There was a bit of laziness in that casual tone, as well as a touch of imperceptible...expectation.

As the night got darker, Feng Jiu on the roof yawned while waiting, feeling a little drowsy.

Until, in the second half of the night, Yueniang shyly poked her head out from behind the dark clouds like a girl, and sprinkled the bright moonlight on the earth...

Four black figures with long swords and Morihan's murderous aura hurried forward. They quickly came to the gate of the courtyard to pick up their energy and jumped up. When they were about to jump down the courtyard, they were startled by a voice.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

When the lazy voice with a bit of sleepiness came, the four black-clothed mercenaries instinctively followed the voice.

Just look, on the roof, a woman in red turned over and sat up, the red clothes fluttering in the wind, the ink scattered behind her, bathed in the moonlight, wanton and publicity, evil and lazy...