"Thank you, Master, I am worried. Wuying often travels in the downtown area in the middle of the night, and only then dares to move in the daytime when I enter the mountains." Wuying's answer has always been concise. Now, when talking about his experience for several months, I can only say one thing.

Ling Yue knew that even if he was injured in black, she would never be able to see if he didn't take the initiative to say it. "In fact, finding such a person is more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack!"

When Wuying just left, Ling Yue was almost looking forward to it all day long. She was always fantasizing that perhaps one day when she woke up, she would find Wuying back and brought the news she was looking forward to.

However, time is like the passing of water, and looking forward to it, it gradually turns into another form of worry due to the spread of time.

She suddenly regretted that Wuying is not an omnipotent god, he is just a killer. How could he accomplish such a burden?

"Master, I'm really worried." Wuying suddenly lowered his voice: "If there is a Taoist priest who is accustomed to observing the celestial phenomena, it will inevitably leave traces by geese."

What he meant was that there should be some clue. Ling Yue couldn't help but blink, suppressed the faint excitement in her heart, and asked, "Do you know where others are?"

After walking for nearly several months, Wuying never dared to be too exposed to others because of her past killer identity, so she still chose the way to go to Xiaosu at night.

Although he has been in Kyoto for many years, the enemies he has made due to the special nature of the killer are not so easy to eliminate. You must be careful when doing things outside.

One day, the wind and rain were blowing, and the sky kept flashing and illuminating half of the sky. At the foot of a barren mountain, travelers were drinking tea stalls built with thatch. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but panic, packed up bags of all sizes, and rushed around in a mess.

Wuying, who was walking here, was really hungry and hungry. The harsh weather environment did not hinder him, so he only accelerated his pace slightly.

With the cover of the hat and straw raincoat, I looked at the tea stall without a shadow, and the panic in everyone's eyes was full of sight, and nothing unusual.

He sat down generously and urged the waiter to take a pot of hot tea.

The waiter laughed awkwardly, and didn't dare to approach Wuying's side: "Customer, it's going to rain soon, we're going to close the stall. You'd better ask for a trip elsewhere."

Before he finished speaking, a sudden thunder struck, which was about to tear the sky and the earth into a crack. The rain poured down the ocean, and wherever he saw, there were endless waterfalls.

Wuying's behavior is different from that of ordinary people, so many men, women, young and old who are anxious to find places to hide from the rain can't help but glance at him or her.

The wind and rain came, accompanied by the thunder that exploded from time to time in the sky, this person did not hide and sat directly outside the open-air tea stall.

He sat in a very straight and upright manner, like a carefully carved stone statue, standing tall. It was incompatible with the surroundings left and right and even looking around.

Wuying doesn't force the waiter. It may be a move to attract others' attention when the weather is still in a difficult position. It is harmful to him.

He stood up, and the rainwater poured down from the hat, along the straw raincoat woven with straw straws, and he seemed to be another stream of water with slightly different appearances that had been sank into the rain curtain.

The thatched tea shed is already too heavy to bear, let alone the storm today.

Because there was nowhere to hide, the waiter who could only stay in a corner of the tea shed was already cold and his body was trembling. Now, when he saw Wuying walking towards him in such a mess, he felt very funny, and even smiled with a smile: "There are such stupid people in the world!"

However, when Wuying, who was covered in rain, approached with a cold face, was so scared that she was afraid of others. The waiter stuttered: "What are you doing?"

It looks funny from a distance, but it looks full of murderous aura when you look close. Wuying spoke, but his voice was also very dull, just like everything under the rain curtain has lost its original color.

But for some reason, even though it was boring, it was a bit terrifying and gloomy under the rolling thunder: "Is this a tea shed?"

The waiter nodded quickly: "Yes, yes." It's just a small teahouse, and they only do small businesses. How could he mess with this weird guy?

"Since it's a tea shed, there should always be tea." Wuying looked at the four scenes, her voice was still scary and her words were still very concise, even so concise that it was puzzled by others: "How to quench your thirst?"

This inexplicable question made the waiter confused, "What, how to quench your thirst?"

Tea is tea, and it will naturally quench your thirst after drinking it. However, the other party's eyes were too sharp, so the waiter could only point out the direction: "Where you there, just drink it."

Logically speaking, the question and answer have reached such a point, so I should say thank you no matter what.

Wuying stepped directly over the waiter in front of him and took the tea. Regardless of whether there was any leakage of rain falling from the sky, he raised his head and started to drink it.

This is not a normal person, can you expect him to thank him or something? The waiter shivered and sneezes, and he really caught a cold.

"This little brother." At this time, he and that waiter were the only ones in the teahouse, so why would anyone appear?

Wuying couldn't help but hold the teacup in her hand tightly. You should know that the hearing of those who practice martial arts is also awesome.

If you cannot determine your situation and have only brute force or some fancy moves, you will be a fool that everyone can bully.

Of course, when martial arts comes to home, listening skills will be practiced naturally.

After years of experience, Wuying has never seen anyone who has been close to him as close to him as he is today, but is not perceived.

"Who are you?" Wuying threw down the teacup in his hand with a bang, splashing countless water splashes on the soles of his feet.

"Little brother, why bother to get angry?" The person who spoke should be an old man over 60 years old. He was wearing a dark blue robe that had been washed white, and in such a strong storm, he felt as if no matter how the situation outside the sky changed, it would not be in the way he was.

Wuying knew that this person was not simple, so he looked at him coldly: "Don't meddle in other people's business."

I thought the old man was here to speak for him, but the little guy looked at him, but saw that the old man picked up another teacup without saying a word, and like Wuying, he raised his head and poured it on.

"This little brother, I just passed by here, and saw heavy rain and there was nowhere to hide, and it happened to be dry and dry." The old man was a latecomer and completely regarded the tea shed as a place where no one was. When I drank the tea in my hand, I drank one cup after another.

Wuying only took out a clean teacup and filled himself with a cup of new hot tea. After drinking it, he stopped and said "goodbye."

Some people say that the killer is the most heartless and cruel person in the world. In some ways, this is absolutely unquestionable.

When Wuying put down the teacup, Yu Guang saw the old man's surprise, but just ignored it.

"Boy." The old man was thrown cold water, so he was not polite to say that.
Chapter completed!