The Governor is Sick

"Master Shen!"

"Master Xiao Shen, where are you?"

The shout of the factory guard came from a long distance. The shout was loud and small, because the hutong loops and twists and turns. The alley was still dark and almost invisible. The assassin stood silently, as if the figure melted into the darkness. The cold eroded Xia Houyi's palm, and his heart felt a cool air. This assassin feels too cold, like a ghost condensed in snowflakes.

Xia Houyi's heart beating fiercely. He had an idea in his heart. He didn't dare to say it.

"Who are you?" He asked in a low voice.

His heart was chaotic and he didn't know what kind of answer he was looking forward to. Is this assassin tired? With such a fast knife, he has only seen Perseverance, but why does Perseverance continue to die for Galan?

If you are tired of killing Garan ... then, will they be enemies?

"Gallou." The assassin replied, his voice was young, but he was stuffed in his mask and could not hear it.

"I ask your name!"

"Gallo," the Assassin repeated mechanically.

Xia Houyi knew that the assassin would not say his real name. At this time Xia Houyi was relieved, as if he didn't expect to get the answer.

"Is Garan going to kill me?" He asked.

"Catch it alive."

"why?"

"I don't know," the Assassin said. "Draw your knife."

The night breeze flowed silently, and a mouse rushed through them.

The wind stopped and everything returned to silence. In the deep silence, the sound of metal breaking out suddenly, and in the dark, the flash of light like flashing light finally appeared.

That's Xiahou moved!

He took the lead, Yan Yandao walked through Liuli's curve, the tip of the knife was facing the assassin's door, and the wind brought by the tearing air was like a ghost whistling. The assassin stood still, as if he didn't know everything, and he lowered his eyes under the mask, not even looking at the knife that had been cut above him.

The knife was just around the corner. The assassin finally raised his sword, neatly and quickly, and sealed Xia Houyi's slash perfectly. Xia Houyi felt as if he had been chopped on an extremely hard stone, and he could not advance even a half inch.

However, the moment when the sword met the sword, Xia Houyi suddenly jumped up.

He actually turned over the assassin's head by the force of the slashing rebound. The black figure was a light flying swallow, gently and delicately landed on the ground, then quickly retracted the knife, climbed up the wall, and leaned on the wall. Suddenly disappeared. The assassin nodded for a moment and followed him to the wall.

Xia Houyi just landed, and behind him came a sharp whistling air, as if sharp enough to penetrate his skull. He swiftly avoided, a thin flash of light flashed across his face and pierced into the front wall. Xia Houyi cut it with a knife, and a slamming sound like a broken string struck in the air. .

However, the delay was enough for the assassin to catch up with him, and the two met again. The assassin's sleeve approached Xia Houyi with a touch of cold knife light. Xia Houyi had no time to wave the knife for a second time, and already had a severe pain in his waist.

He was caught. Like a moth stuck in a cobweb, the knife was his wings, but was unable to vibrate. The assassin turned into an afterimage, and the blade of light flashed around him like an electric light in the dark clouds, each scratching a wound. He resisted the pain and waved the sword, but every time he emptied, the assassin passed by quickly, and a **** wound was added to his body.

Too fast, too fast. This assassin is faster than perseverance!

The assassin's sword was finally over, and Xia Houyi heard the sound of clear drops of water, and his blood was dripping on the ground. Blood took away his strength and temperature, and the cold invaded his body a little. Xiahou knelt down on one knee with a knife and panted sharply.

"Don't struggle anymore, you can't beat me." Assassin said.

Xia Houxi took a deep breath and waved his sword again.

Your uncle, he won't give up! Even if you are tired, you will not give up!

The knife was intercepted halfway, and the assassin bent his right knee and slammed Xia Houyi's face door. His eyes were dark, his nose was sore, and his nosebleeded for a long time. Xia Hou tasted a strong smell of rust in his mouth. The assassin didn't stop. He picked up his neck and hit his head against the wall. The alley was very old, the bricks had cracked and shattered a lot. Xia Houzhen slammed into it, banging loudly in his ear, and hit a fist-sized hole directly.

The blood covered his eyes, and Xia Houxi could barely open his eyes. He slid down the wall to the ground, and turned around in front of his eyes. He felt that his skull was going to be broken, everything was hazy, and the shout of the factory guard in the distance seemed as far away as the sky. He didn't seem to feel cold, but he could only hear his own heavy breath, Just like a dying old cow.

The assassin's shadow was vague, and he felt the assassin approach him, turned his hand upside down with one hand, grabbed his collar, and dragged him away. He seemed to have a broken pocket, and the whole person was uncontrollably slumped to the ground, but the hand dragged him and stepped forward into the deeper darkness.

Get up. Get up. He told himself.

No, it must not be caught by Galan. He turned his face to the side, biting into the assassin's hand, and the assassin trembled and turned around to poke his mouth. Xia Houyi stretched his legs and slammed his ankle. The assassin lost his balance and planted on the ground. Xia Houyi took the opportunity to grab the assassin's collar and bit it on his shoulder. No one could see anyone in the dark. Fight, one person slaps the other's waist, one person bites his shoulder and keeps it, like two wild wolves biting each other.

But neither of them tried hard, trying their best to stun the other, so the battle seemed endless and endless. Blood dripped on the snow, like a flower blooming quietly in the darkness.

The **** smell in his mouth made Xia Houyu want to vomit, there was both his own blood and the assassin's blood in it. The shout of the factory guard was getting closer and closer, and the assassin finally lost his patience, struggling to turn up and hit Xia Houyi's back with his elbow. This blow made Xia Houyi almost backed, and the pain spread from the back The back seemed to be broken. But he didn't give up, still biting on the shoulder of the assassin. The assassin continued to thump with his elbow, Xia Houyu held back, blood leaked from the crack of his mouth, and his head became more and more dizzy.

He thought he might be dying, and in the middle of the night he remembered Shen Yan, who was still waiting for him to go home. When he came out, Shen Huan also wore Xingyue Bodhi beads for him, telling him that Galan was fierce not to fight in person. But he was too reckless, and he got Garland's plan, and now he was going to die.

"Ama!"

It's Shen's voice!

Xia Hou suddenly opened his eyes and was shocked. He yelled suddenly, the roar was loud and sharp, howling like a wolf. He can't die, and there are people waiting for him to go home. He is a home-made wolf. The wolf who protects his house is more brave than the lone wolf. Xia Houzhen stood up with red eyes, and the whole man flung forward, hitting the assassin into the brick wall of Xun. The brick wall collapsed and hit two people. Xia Houyu struggled to get up and step back, the assassin shivered and turned over, and blood leaked from the crack in the mask.

Xia Hou walked back, holding his hands on the wall, pressing out one blood fingerprint after another. Behind him, the assassin also struggled to get up, stumbled towards the other side of the hutong, blood leaked out of the mask, and flowed into the collar along the chin. I don't know how long it has been, the shout of the factory guard is getting farther and farther away from him. He walked around a corner and pushed open the door of a courtyard house. Duan Jiu was sitting there waiting for him with a smoking pipe.

Duan Jiu saw his embarrassed look, and showed an unexpected expression.

The assassin took off the shattered mask and exposed his pale cheeks. His seven tricks were bleeding and looked terrifying.

"How long haven't you been taking the medicine, bored?" Duan Jiu stood up and propped him up to the bench, his hand touching his pulse.

Perseverance did not answer.

Duan Jiu waved his hand, and a dark pile came out under the eaves, holding the disgust into the house.

"Don't resist the bliss, bored, at least it can give you a strong body." Duan Jiu said behind him, "Although it will also make you sleep early, but ..." Duan Jiu looked up at the night sky, his lips His beard shook, and he even smiled, "But this is the life of us, weary."

Xia Houzhen walked while covering his wound, and the pain surged like a tide. His wound was too much to cover. Shen Yan's voice was getting closer, he wanted to respond, but he had no strength. He could only walk along the wall and do his best. The more things come to mind at this time, it seems that when people die, they always have to review their life. He remembered the lone wolf-like assassin. Was that person bored? He didn't have the energy to make a distinction, but there was a faint feeling in his heart that drove him to make up for the knife and let the assassin run away.

He remembered Shen Yan again, that idiot even ran over like this. Doesn't he know it's dangerous here? What if I get caught up again by the assassin? Xia Houyi complained in his heart, but felt happy again, and there was a feeling of sourness and sweetness in his heart. It feels so good to be missed, especially Shen Yun, who thinks he is worth even if he is dead. He wondered indiscriminately, if Shen died, would Shen Ye put on filial piety for him? It stands to reason that it will not. Shen Ye is not his daughter-in-law. He has no reason to wear filial piety for him. But he was so tired that no one could wear filial piety for him. Shen Ye missed him so much, maybe he would.

Consciousness gradually blurred, and he felt his foot on the cotton, softly unable to hold his strength. He knew it was a sign of excessive blood loss, and he had to stop it immediately.

A flash of fire flickered in front of me, and the entire field of vision lit up. He heard the factory guards exclaim, "Master!" The brethren stepped forward to help him, and a familiar shadow appeared everywhere in the crowd, and he saw Shen Yu's unpredictable eyes. Shen Yan ran towards him, he was completely relieved, closed his eyes and fell into Shen Yan's arms.

"A bandage! A bandage!" Shouted Shen, and someone immediately came up to bandage him. He took a breath of pain, turned his face, and saw Shen Ting stare fiercely at him.

He pretended not to see, and put on a weak look. Shen Zheng could not help but hug him horizontally. Xia Hou was startled and struggled weakly.

"You'll be dead again if you move it." Shen Yan glanced at him.

Shen Xuan took him to the carriage. Xia Houzhen did not dare to look at the brother behind him. He felt that he would not be able to lift his head to see people in Dongchang. Can't Shen Ming use his back?

Settled in the carriage, Shen Zheng helped him check the injuries on his body. Shen Yan was close. His nose was full of Rui Naoxiang from Shen Yan, smelling sleepy.

"Who did you meet?" Shen Min asked him.

"Galou Luo," Xiahou said, "a fast knife, faster than perseverance."

"Galantine's goal today is not you?" Shen Yan asked.

Xia Hou nodded, "Galant wants to catch me alive." He thought about it, and afterwards realized that something was wrong, "Why go to Chulou if you want to catch me alive?"

"In order to prove that there are inner ghosts," Shen Yan said, "Recently grabbing the dark pile has been too fast, Galan is suspicious."

"Is there any danger in the Seventeenth Century?" Xia Houyan frowned. "Will he be called back tomorrow?"

Shen Zhen actually disagreed, Tang Shiqi was their only hidden line in Galan and the only source of information. Before Shen Xun found a way to go back to Galansai's dark line, if this line of Tang Shixi was broken, Galan would have no trace except to search the whole city aimlessly.

But Tang Shixi was a good brother of Xia Houyi. If he had a good friend, Xia Houyi would not feel well. Shen Yan rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Send someone to Chulou tomorrow to see what is going on."

Xia Houyi nodded, and he tiredly attacked his upper body. His limbs were weak due to blood loss. Xia Houyi murmured, "Why do you want to catch me alive? Do they want to know the secrets of Dongchang ...

Shen Yan also frowned, looking down at the sleepy Xiahou Yan, thinking.

Suddenly shouting outside, someone shouted, "Brother Jinglan!"

Shocked by the shock, Shen opened the curtain, and a young man kneeled in front of the carriage, a boy of Mr. Dai.

The boy ran and ran over, handing in a handbook, "Brother, sir was arrested by the bad guy!"

Xia Houxi suddenly woke up and leaned out, "What are you talking about?"

Shen Yan opened the handwritten book and looked at the words on the wind lamp.

"Three days later, ten people will be with you, and up to ten people will be with you.