Chapter 12 The Assassin's Sorrow

Author: Foxyin Badao

Chapter 12 The Assassin's Sorrow

Years ago.

A quiet valley.

The gloomy sky was shaking and thunder, and the low and black clouds seemed to be about to collapse. The cold wind blew from nowhere, brushing through He Xinlang's handsome face, which was perfect.

At that time, He Xinlang was not called Xia Buliang, but was still the chief assassin of Fenghua Xueyue Palace and the first person under the leader.

In front of him were corpses everywhere and devastated.

The bright red blood gathered into the winding river and flowed to his feet.

He lowered his head and stared at the reflection in the blood. The appearance that made all the women in the world fascinated him was so disgusting.

"Groom He, why? I've been an assassin for so many years. I suddenly feel sad today. Do you regret doing this job?"

Behind him, a man walked out, about the same age as He Xinlang, but his face was sinister and full of evil spirits. He was holding a girl's head in his hand, and his fingertips scratched her long hair tightly, like a basket.

The expression of the dead man on the head was frozen in an extremely painful moment, and scarlet blood dripped from the broken neck, falling and shattering into beaded flowers.

The speaker is in the Fenghua Xueyue Palace as He Xinlang, and the assassin "Xie Peiling".

Using the name of a lyric card as the name of an assassin is also a convention in the Palace of Fenghua, Snow and Moon.

Under this seemingly elegant name, it is actually full of blood. I have to say that the leader is a very thoughtful person.

Xie Peiling raised his arm, picked up the head in his hand, and raised it in front of him. He seemed quite satisfied with the work. He kissed the forehead of his head and showed a creepy smile: "What a beautiful woman, I can't help but play. I heard that she had just gotten married and would marry her lover next month. It's a pity, but it's okay. I will treasure her head well. This is my proud masterpiece."

He Xinlang turned around, his angry expression in his eyes was not hidden, and he scolded: "Jiang Chengzi, the leader asked us to find the rumored Taisu's ninth needle, not to let you play with women! If you want to kill someone, you will kill with one sword, why bother to ruin others' innocence!"

"Anyway, if you want to kill, why don't you play with it? Wouldn't you waste this natural beauty? Besides, He Xinlang, the entire Nangong family, you have obviously killed the most people, so why do you have the face to teach me a lesson? Since you want to be a saint, why bother to be an assassin again?" Jie Peiling grinned and sarcastically.

Groom He looked dull and didn't speak.

Behind him is the Nangong lineage that has long been destroyed and has been a doctor for generations.

In the world, killing doctors is a taboo, let alone destroying people.

But this is what the leader means.

He also specially assigned He Xinlang and the other two to carry out the execution.

As long as he is still in the Fenghua Xueyue Palace, he cannot disobey the leader's wishes. Unless he dies, he can only be a killing sword.

"I'm a little tired." He said tiredly, walking aimlessly among the pile of corpses.

At this time, a plain white woman walked towards him with an umbrella.

The woman was covered with a snow-white veil, with simple and elegant makeup, and her long hair was gently tied up. She only had a wooden hairpin carved with peach blossoms on her bun.

Even so, it could not conceal her extraordinary appearance. Her beautiful eyes were as lively as water, and she seemed to be able to speak, as if she was watching the hazy water, and she was lingering.

Her body is graceful and her waist is full. She moves and shakes gently, like an immortal dancing, making people blinded.

This is the third assassin who will carry out the mission with Su Muzhe, He Xinlang and Jie Peiling.

Looking at He Xinlang, who was haggard and tired, Su Muzhai's eyes obviously had strange fluctuations. She stepped forward to care, opened her red lips lightly, and asked in an extremely gentle voice: "But what's wrong?"

"It's okay." He Xinlang forced a smile.

"Don't force yourself. You just fought with the people from the Nangong family and consumed a lot of true energy. You might as well take a rest." She said with concern.

Suddenly, it started to rain lightly in the sky. Su Muzhe naturally raised the umbrella in his hand and moved it to He Xinlang's head, as if he was afraid that his clothes would be wet by the rain.

"I'm not afraid of raining, right?" He Xinlang shook his head. He stretched out his hand and felt the rain dripping on his palms, as if he was washing the blood in his hands with that touch of coldness.

Jie Peiling, behind him, had a true energy ripped out of his body and evaporated the rain near him. When he witnessed the interaction between the two, he couldn't help but frown, conspicuously disgusted Su Muzhe's show of kindness to He Xinlang.

It's as if I don't exist at all.

"Su Muzhe, where did Nangong Changchun get the things? Have you found them?" Xie Peiling asked deliberately.

"Nangong Changchun probably ran away with his stuff, I couldn't find his whereabouts." Su Muzhe said softly.

"You dare to come back if you don't find it!? We used our medicine to take medicine in advance, and our skills were greatly reduced. We lost the people with your ability. Be careful that after we go back, the leader will not spare you." Jie Peiling sneered.

"Hmph, Nangong Changchun's realm is not low. I really think it is a cat and a dog. If you feel that you are capable, then find it yourself. He Xinlang and I will ask you for credit!" Su Muzhe replied unhappily.

"Waste." Xie Peiling carried Miss Nangong's head and walked past Su Muzhe, deliberately muttering.

If He Xinlang hadn't grabbed her sleeve, Su Muzhe would have taken action angrily and taught Jie Peiling a lesson.

"The mission is important, otherwise, if three of us will not be able to escape the punishment when we go back," said He Xinlang.

Although the assassins in Fenghua, Xueyue Palace are all orphans and grow up together, there is not much affection between them.

They only act together when they accept tasks, and they always come and go alone.

But He Xinlang is a little special. Even though he grew up in this cruel and harsh environment, he was familiar with many assassins.

Perhaps because of his excellent talent and high expectations from the leaders, he was a human being, and he had a more thorough understanding of many things. His personality was not dark and obscure, but rather cheerful.

In addition, He Xinlang has outstanding appearance, even among the handsome men, he is extremely eye-catching, and his fate is naturally excellent.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Su Muzhe treated He Xinlang differently and fell in love with him secretly.

After Jie Peiling left, Su Muzha walked into a house with an umbrella and He Xinlang.

"People like Jie Peiling value fame and fortune the most. In order to gain the attention of the leader, he will definitely spare no effort to search for the whereabouts of Nangong Changchun. Let's just be lazy and wait quietly." Su Muzhe said softly.

"Su Muzhe, do you like being an assassin?" He Xinlang suddenly asked.

Su Muzha glanced at him in confusion and said, "There is nothing I like or dislike. I am a fatherless person without a leader. Maybe I have died long ago. Even if I survive by chance, I cannot live better than now. Although I have to kill people, no one can threaten my safety. You must know that women are too beautiful and are not a good thing in this world."

She smiled at He Xinlang and leaned over intentionally or unintentionally.

There are no assassins in Fenghua, Snow and Moon Palace who are not handsome men and beautiful women. Su Muzhe's appearance is also the first. Although it is still a little different from the leader of the Demon Sect, who is known as the No. 1 beauty in the world, his every move is so beautiful that the whole country is so beautiful.

"I want to leave." He Xinlang said frankly.

"I'll die." Su Muzhe shook her head. She understood the other party's thoughts, but she still hoped that he would give up this terrible idea.

It’s not that no one is trying to leave the organization.

But the outcome was miserable.

He Xinlang didn't say anything anymore. He sat on a chair, ignoring the smell of the stinky corpses in the room, and quietly listening to the sound of the rain falling to the ground.

Suddenly, he said, "What if he could kill the leader?"

"The leader is a master of Zhenwu Realm. Even if the entire organization unites together, there is no chance of winning." Su Muzhe still did not support his idea.

But she added: "If you really want to do this, I will help you."

He Xinlang looked at her gratefully, but immediately rejected the idea. Unless there is external help, it would be nothing more than a fantasy.

At this moment, a figure stood outside the door. He held the door frame, sneered a few times, and said angrily: "You want to kill your own leader?"

He Xinlang and Su Muzhai looked at the man, and couldn't help but widen their eyes and exclaimed: "Nangong Changchun!?"

That person is the head of the Nangong family generation and the key person to know the whereabouts of Taisu's ninth needle.

"Didn't you run away while the random?" Su Muzhe asked in surprise.

"Run? How far can I run with my poor body? I am targeted by your Fenghua Xueyue Palace. Sooner or later, I will die. Although you are the people who destroy my Nangong family, I also know that you are just the sword of that leader. My real enemy is him!"

"But most people don't even know who the leader is, let alone get close to him! After thinking about it, only the assassin of Fenghua and Xueyue Palace has the chance to approach him and kill him!"

"Boy, you are the assassin He Xinlang, who has become famous recently, right? I am the best person in appearance. When you see that you are a rebellious person, if the leader falls in the future, it will definitely fall into your hands. Since that's the case, I will give you a great opportunity to come forward!"

Nangong Changchun, who had already been scarred, shouted.

Hearing this, Groom He frowned, but walked up.

Nangong Changchun smiled with satisfaction, and then whispered softly in his ear, while Su Muzhe did not deliberately eavesdrop on him. He stood in the distance, waiting for the two of them silently.

"Do you understand?" Nangong Changchun looked at He Xinlang.

He nodded.

"Since that's the case, let me send you another trip. Your sword is fast, and there will be no pain in dying under your sword. You just need to remember that one day you cut off the head of the leader of the Fenghua Xueyue Palace, remember to comfort me!" Nangong Changchun laughed loudly.

A trace of struggle appeared on He Shin-Groom's cheek, and he said "Okay!"

Immediately, the sword light flashed and chopped off Nangong Changchun's head.

But at this moment, Xie Peiling laughed and walked out, saying, "Groom He, I can hear the conversation you just had with Nangong Changchun. You dare to disrespect the leader, intend to betray him, and have the courage!"

"Why, do you have this idea too?" He Xinlang shook the sword in his hand and looked at Jie Peiling with a dark face.

"Yes, you just need to tell me what you said to this dead man just now. I can help you. I will not hide it from you. I am not happy about the leader for a long time. Once he dies, there will be no shackles in the world!"

In fact, just now, Nangong Changchun didn't say anything to He Xinlang in his ear, but pressed his hand on his heart and secretly transmitted the voice with the only remaining internal force.

So Jie Peiling only knew that He Xinlang wanted to betray the organization, but he didn't know what they had last conversation.

"What if I refuse?" He Xinlang looked at him, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Why, you can't trust me?" Jie Peiling slowly touched his sword. Even if he couldn't beat He Xinlang, he was confident that he could run away.
To be continued...