Late at night, the sky is filled with stars and the crescent moon hangs high.
At this time, the bustling Qingfeng City also fell into silence. Most people fell asleep, and only a few people were still busy.
Feilong took the map given by Xu Ming and went to find the mission target.
Xu Ming was shrouded in a black robe, walking in the darkness, using strange steps and making no sound, as he approached the steward of the Chen family.
The Chen family also belongs to the upper class in Qingfeng City and lives in the most expensive house in Qingfeng City.
Senior warriors were guarding the door and warriors were guarding him. Xu Ming saw it but didn't care much in his heart. Even a warrior might not be able to spot him.
With his spiritual power circulating, Xu Ming stepped towards the courtyard step by step, and actually walked through the air!
In this world, martial arts masters can only fly long distances, martial arts masters can only fly short distances, which cannot be considered real flying, and Xu Ming can actually fly in the air!
If he were seen by outsiders, he would definitely be mistaken for a strong person above martial arts master.
However, only Xu Ming himself knows that he is not a martial artist, he only performs Wudang's top light skill, Tiyun Zong!
Silently, it floated down into the courtyard, clinging to the wall, motionless, blending into the darkness.
After waiting for a while, Xu Ming found that no one was patrolling, and then he drifted down to the study room of the house.
At this time, the steward of the Chen family has not rested yet and is still working hard for the Chen family.
There have always been two warriors guarding the steward of the Chen family. Now they are standing between the study rooms. Xu Ming wants to kill the steward, but he has to get through them.
Xu Ming glanced at the two people guarding in front of the study, and their figures slowly disappeared into the night.
As long as the killer achieves his goal and kills the target, it is enough. He does not need to be aboveboard and promote justice and fairness.
Dodging several warriors, Xu Ming headed directly to the kitchen.
Before the assassination, he knew the target clearly, otherwise he would not assassinate the Chen family steward.
As the manager of the Chen family, every night when he is busy, he will ask the kitchen to make a cup of mohua tea.
This was really not a difficult task for Xu Ming. He shot out a finger and knocked out the servant who was making tea. He then changed into the servant's clothes and applied the prepared disguise powder.
Holding the tea, Xu Ming sneered and then walked towards the study in a hurry.
"Who?" The two warriors asked reflexively after hearing the footsteps.
Seeing that it was a familiar servant, he calmed down, relaxed slightly, and stopped paying attention.
Xu Ming smiled timidly and was about to open the door when his foot suddenly tripped and the tea flew forward.
The expressions of the two warriors changed, and one of them hurriedly waved his hand and took the tea.
The other person dragged Xu Ming with one hand and helped Xu Ming up.
"Thank you... thank you, thank you." Xu Ming held the guard's chest and said in panic.
"Be careful next time..." The warrior who was holding Xu Ming had a cold expression on his face. Just when he was halfway through speaking, Xu Ming pressed down with one hand, and a flying knife had already pierced his heart.
"I'm sorry, sir, be careful next time." Xu Ming was frightened and turned to look at the warrior who took the tea: "Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."
"Be careful next time." The warrior's face remained cold. Without even looking at Xu Ming, he directly placed the tea on the tray and turned to look at his companion.
Xu Ming's expression changed and he hurriedly whispered: "Sir, I just found a few gold coins in the courtyard. I wonder if you lost them?"
"Gold coins?" The warrior looked happy and his attention was attracted. He smiled proudly at his companion and looked at Xu Ming with squinted eyes.
In the study, the steward of the Chen family showed a smile. He heard the conversation outside the room clearly, but ignored it.
This kind of thing happens so often that he has long been used to it and pretends he doesn't see it at all.
After all, if someone is willing to give, shouldn't others be allowed to accept it? He has also received a lot of money in private.
Xu Ming raised the tray to indicate that it was difficult for him to hold it.
The warrior smiled knowingly and reached out to take the tray.
Xu Mingman said with deep meaning. The moment the warrior touched the tray, Xu Ming's hands suddenly fell down, and a flying knife shot out instantly.
puff
There was a dull sound, but before the smile on the warrior's face disappeared, the flying knife had already penetrated his body and shot into the study.
The tray bent and the tea fell, splattering in all directions.
Xu Ming pushed the door open without hesitation and entered.
In the study, a middle-aged man looked at the flying knife that suddenly shot in with shock. He was startled and hurriedly walked towards the long sword hanging on the side.
Click
The door opened, but it was the former servant.
"You..." The middle-aged man looked at Xu Ming in fear, his heart filled with confusion and anger.
"I forgot to tell you, I am not your servant." Xu Ming smiled slightly, and the Tang Dao appeared in his hand.
"Are they dead?" The middle-aged man opened his mouth and looked out the door with a heavy look.
"Last words." Xu Ming spat out two words coldly, holding the handle of the knife with his right hand.
"Who sent you here?" With the long sword in hand, the middle-aged man felt a sense of security and asked coldly.
"Killer." Xu Ming looked at the other party coldly. The Tang sword suddenly came out of its sheath, white light flashed, and his body instantly rushed forward, as if teleporting, and stabbed the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was frightened and wanted to escape, but found himself locked by an aura and had to hold up his sword to resist.
boom
The long sword shattered into pieces and became vulnerable to the sharpness of the Tang Dao.
"Ah..." His hands suddenly closed together and he held the Tang Dao firmly. Madness and despair flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.
"After many years of wealthy life, you have long forgotten that you are still a monk." Xu Ming flipped his wrist, and a flying knife suddenly shot out, gradually dilating in the frightened pupils of the middle-aged man.
His hands were almost cut off by the Tang Dao, and he had no way to defend himself against the flying knives, so he could only wait to die.
puff
The flying knife pierced the throat, and blood spurted out, staining the ground red.
Xu Ming smiled coldly, searched for some bills in the study, and put them all into the space ring without looking at what they were.
He can't use these things, but someone else can.
I went to the house to search again, looking for some financial items and the steward's collection, and left quietly this time.
Tonight is destined to be a night of chaos, fear, and bloodshed.
Xu Ming's figure was erratic. After leaving the Chen family steward's house, he did not return directly to Fuyuan Inn, but entered the residences of other mission targets.
Feilong carefully entered the noble's residence, followed the map, and came to the outside of the noble's room.
Recalling Xu Ming's instructions, Feilong directly found a hole and got into the room.
This nobleman was not sleeping, but was rolling over on the bed with a woman.
Fei Long knew what they were doing and had some experience with it.
Although it is a waste material in the Dragon Clan, Waste Dragon has studied this aspect very carefully and has seen many dragons rolling.
However, even though I heard that this kind of thing is wonderful, and I also peeked at the dragon clan doing things, it was still not as shocking as the person in front of me. It was a completely primitive shock, without any cover-up.
However, Feilong didn't understand. This thing should be wonderful for both parties, but the woman seemed to be in great pain. Only the noble man was satisfied.
The useless dragon didn't understand, so he hid in the dark and watched the two men tumbling carefully, trying to find out the answer.
"Oh..." The noble man suddenly rolled his eyes, trembled a few times, and fell softly on the woman's body.
The woman beneath him frowned in dissatisfaction, but the next moment, she smiled again and praised: "Young Master is really awesome."
"Of course." The noble man kissed the woman with a proud look on his face, and then got off the woman with a heavy breath.
"It's boring." Fei Long curled his lips in his heart, but couldn't find the answer.
"By the way, are the Flame Grass ready?" the woman suddenly asked.
"Of course." The noble man said proudly, looking at the expectant look on the woman's face, he whispered: "I put them all in the secret room, and there are also ironwood roots and various herbs."
"I'm relieved now." The woman smiled with satisfaction and kissed the noble man again.
Watching the two of them tumble again, Feilong quietly retreated. Looking at the map in his hand, Feilong grinned and smiled silently.
The flame grass was his goal. As for the noble man, Feilong never thought of killing him.
From birth to now, Feilong has never killed even low-level monsters. He eats and drinks all he wants, Dragon King, and I guarantee that he is the second generation ancestor of Dragon Island.
When Huilong returned to Fuyuan Inn carrying a large package, Xu Ming had not returned yet.
"Is something going to happen?" Feilong was a little worried, but he put it behind him in an instant.
It now depends on its harvest. As for Xu Ming, he is so strong that nothing will happen to him. Fei Long found a reason in his heart not to worry.
"Fire grass, Ironwood root, Duguo..." Feilong looked at the herbs in the package excitedly. If it hadn't been getting late at this time, he would definitely have laughed out loud.
The more I watched, the more excited I became, and the more I watched, the more excited I became. I didn’t know where I had left the guilt I felt for stealing just now.
When Xu Ming returned, it was already three or four o'clock in the morning. If we delay for a while, it will be dawn.
At this time, Fei Long was holding the herbs, drooling from the corner of his mouth, and fell into a deep sleep.