Quickly wear the villain, he is soft and sweet

Chapter 129 The owner of the village and her petite wife with different appearances [51]

At the same time, at the moment when Shen Zhiying sent the killer over, 748 also simultaneously informed Shen Wanqing of the news.

"Host, Shen Zhiying, she knows that she is not about Shen Jifeng and Mrs. Shen's daughter. She has sent people to the temple in the south of the city to find the midwife back then and silence her."

748 was a little anxious, "Host, what do you think should be done?"

Compared with 748's anxiety, Shen Wanqing, who was lying on the bed slowly, was much calmer.

The slender girl was lazily leaning on the bed, drinking Wangzai milk with a small bright red can in one hand.

He half-closed his enjoying eyes, and his fair little face was a little lazy and undisciplined.

The tip of Shen Wanqing's scarlet tongue brushed across the moist lips, licked the water stains on the lips, and raised the corners of the lips meaningfully.

"What's the rush? He won't do anything in broad daylight. Besides, there are so many temples in the south of the city. It's impossible to find them without spending some effort."

748 frowned, and asked curiously, "The host...you mean night?"

After taking a sip of Wangzai's milk, Shen Wanqing continued leisurely, "What else?"

The crimson lips curled up, and a lazy color bloomed, she opened her lips lightly, "Have you heard a word? The moon is dark and the wind is high, it's time to kill."

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evening.

Everything fell asleep, and there was no sound except for the faint breeze.

A temple in the south of the city was completely dark, accompanied by the chirping of cicadas and the breeze blowing by.

A black figure quietly jumped up the wall, and finally rolled over without making a sound.

Holding a long sword in his hand, he quietly approached a wing room to the east.

The man came to the door, quietly pushed the door open, and quickly closed the door after stepping in.

The room was pitch black, only the faint moonlight projected from outside the door and window.There is a strong scent of sandalwood in the room, which is a common smell in temples.

He held his breath, his facial features were covered by a mask, only revealing a pair of dark eyes.

He came to the bed and stared at the quilt on the bed. After listening carefully, he could hear the slender breathing of the person on the bed.

The man narrowed his eyes fiercely, his eyes filled with blood.

Suddenly, the blade of the sword in the man's hand turned over, the hilt twirled in the palm of his hand, and he stabbed the person on the bed quickly and ruthlessly.

Suddenly, a tiny stone flew out from a dark corner and hit the sword.

With great strength, the blade trembled hummingly.

The sound of the stone colliding with the sword was so loud that the person lying on the bed was awakened.

Seeing this, the visitor immediately said to himself: No, there are people!
He quickly retracted the long sword, and didn't care about where the stone came from. The person hiding in the dark was hiding there, and immediately turned around to run.

The power of a stone is so great, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of master the person hiding is.

"Who are you!?"

Just as the hand touched the door, a terrified voice came.

The man didn't dare to have the slightest hesitation, he opened the door and was about to run.

"People ask who are you and why are you running?"

He had just stepped out of a foot when someone grabbed him by the back collar, and at the same time he froze, the rambling words had already sounded.

The collar was grabbed with great force, and the man couldn't break free at all.

With both feet in the air, the man could only push feebly, but it was all useless.

Immediately, he was thrown on the ground, and when he looked up, he saw that the bald old nun who had been sleeping on the bed just now had woken up and was looking at him in horror.

(End of this chapter)