One sentence made both of them know what to say, and the scene was a little cold. Perhaps, this long street was cold, which made people feel uncomfortable.

The light moon is hanging in the sky, the long street is cold and nowhere to be found.

Yan Pingsheng looked at the person in front of him, and his heart was still cold. He knew who the Lord of Zhuque Ling was, just as Yan Gehan on the opposite side knew who the Lord of the Embroidered Clothes Workshop was.

The Master of Vermilion Bird Feather is not the owner of a bird's feather, just as the owner of an embroidered clothes shop is not the owner of a small shop that makes clothes.

The Lord of Zhuque Feng is the sharpest sword in the Duke of Ningguo Mansion, and the Lord of the Embroidered Yifang is the most perfect sword in the hands of Prince Zhu San.

As the saying goes, "A mountain cannot accommodate two tigers." There are many other stories about the story. If there are two equally powerful swordsmen, then one of them will definitely die. Unfortunately, these two are the two most powerful swords in the world.

What’s even more unfortunate is that they are all swords hidden in the dark, swords that kill without blinking and without blood. What’s even worse is that the person holding them is the opponent.

It's probably a mortal enemy of that level.

Yan Pingsheng didn't speak. He really wanted to get his senior brother, but he also wanted to do what Prince Zhu San gave him. When the two met, his fatal weaknesses emerged. For example, as a top assassin, he should be decisive.

Yan Pingsheng left, walking on the long cold street, with no one on the street, which made people feel cold when they saw it, as if a little chill came out of their bones.

Yan Gehan looked at Yan Pingsheng's back, and he was not moved even a little. His heart died the day when the junior brother defected to Prince Zhu San. He never thought that this person, the person who he puts in his heart, would actually defect to his mortal enemy, or the one who killed his parents.

And the hatred of killing your father is irreconcilable.

The night is still long, and the street is still cold. Yan Gehan has left. He is the Lord of the Vermilion Bird. He is not the same person with the bleak back. They are opponents and enemies. When they meet next time, they will divide a life and death person. No one can organize them, and nothing can stop them.

Nothing is joyful in life, nothing is fearful in death.

…         …

Zhao Rong stood at the door, and there was a beauty in front of him.

Why not say it is a beauty but a beauty? Because the gender of this beauty is not yet known, Zhao Rong looked at the beauty and felt desolate in his heart. Could it be that he did something that made Prince Zhu San behind him feel that he had the habit of having a sleeve-breaking habit?

He looked at the beauty and said, "I wonder why you are?"

This is very polite because Zhao Rong felt danger from this beauty, but he knew with the most fundamental sixth sense that this person had no intention of murderousness towards him, so why did Zhao Rong feel dangerous to this person?

It's very simple, because this person is very dangerous.

Maybe I think this is nonsense, but on the contrary, this is a honest opinion and speech. This man is very dangerous, so dangerous that everyone can feel that she is very dangerous. If this person really has a ranking in the master list or the hero list, this person must be in the top three.

The beauty of that month looked at Zhao Rong gently, with no expression on her face, as if she had put a superb immortal in the mundane world, but there was no place in the mundane world that could hold this person.

"Come for you"

Zhao Rong couldn't help but be stunned. This was not because of the short four words, but because of the young man's voice.

Yes, the moment the young man spoke, he knew that this was a man, but this was a man who was more beautiful than all women in the world, and what was particularly beautiful was his voice.

His voice seemed like a mermaid in the deep sea, which was even more charming than the sound of the mermaid living in the deep sea. It made people become addicted to it when they heard it, and they could not raise any emotion to this person.

Zhao Rong looked at the man and understood who this person was almost instantly. He was so talented and charming that worldly worldly. Apart from the young master who ranked first on the list, he was unparalleled. Who else could Huaqing Ge?

No one anymore.

Everyone knows that there is a person on the young master's list who has been firmly in the first place since he appeared, and no one can pull him and let him fall.

Someone once wanted to meet Hua Qingge, but after seeing this person, he couldn't react to anything and remembered nothing. The man only left a sentence, "When you see him, you will never admit his mistake."

Many people did not understand this sentence at that time, but the owner of the silent Pavilion agreed with this statement. So, this statement is a fact.

Now Zhao Rong finally knows what this sentence means, because when he sees this person, he really cannot be mistaken. This person is Huaqing Ge. Apart from Huaqing Ge, who else can be so powerful and how good it looks?

No one.

So, Zhao Rong invited him in and let Hua Qingge enter the house.

Even if the cold wind outside the window is not cold at all, this Huaqing Ge is the same.

Zhao Rong did not dare to sit down because the person in front of him had not sat down yet.

He looked at Hua Qingge and said, "Where is the young master?"

A very cold sound slowly floated up like a feather falling into the water.

"Come for Zhu San's affairs"

Zhao Rong was stunned. He didn't know what kind of emotions he was like at this moment. He looked at Hua Qingge, and there was a trace of his tone. He didn't even feel regretful. "Young master came to save Zhu San?"

The person in front of him smiled softly, and the smile was not as cold as anyone else's laughter. The laughter was cold, but it was not the kind of cold that ordinary people sneered. You could hear Hua Qingge now very happy, but you could just hear a hint of coldness from his voice, from the laughter.

"No, I'm here to kill him"

What he said surprised Zhao Rong even more, but he knew that he just blindly believed that this person would not lie, and he would never lie.

Because he is Huaqing Ge.

Zhao Rong got a cup of white water for Hua Qingge, but he did not pour tea because he felt that the tea was not worthy of this young master, and only this white water that had not been defiled by anything could barely deserve the young master.

Zhao Rong just nodded and said softly, "Okay"
Chapter completed!