What to do if you are chased by old attackers every day [Quick Transmigration]

Han Xi looked at Shu Xingmi's face, and smiled kindly. This young man was not similar to the portrait, and was ten times more handsome than in the painting.

As early as a month ago, Han Xi received an assassination order from the leader of the assassin organization Caiqiu Hall, and sent him to be an assassin in Shichun Pavilion.

According to Cai Qiutang's insider who ambushed in Shichun Pavilion, this killer will attack the third master, and his portrait has already been sent to Han Xi.

In the painting, the boy's brows are cold, like the fine snow on the top of the mountain that never melts all year round, but the boy in front of him has a pure and kind face, without a trace of murderous intent on his body.

Han Xi didn't know why the hall master wanted to get rid of Shu Xingmi, nor did he know what enmity there was between them, but guessing, it might be that Shu Xingmi moved their brothers in the hall, or formed an alliance with the hall master. Liang Zi is also unknown.

Han Xi knew the assassination plan of Shichun Pavilion very well. He first went to the Western Regions to catch up with Mr. Fu, and "ran into" Shu Xingmi on the way back home, so it was naturally planned.

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

Shu Xingmi pretended to be at a loss, sitting on the camel, not daring to move, and not daring to look back at Han Xi, just muttered softly: "Who are you...?"

"My name is Han Xi. You passed out just now. It was my master who rescued you. What is your origin?"

Han Xi is naturally a pseudonym, and Shu Xingmi also knows that the killer changes his name almost every time he goes on a mission, never revealing his real name.

Having such a close contact with the killer, Han Xi raised all his guards, and his eyes were fixed on Shu Xingmi all the time, looking at his long hair like clouds, where would he hide his weapons?I heard that this person's methods are changeable. He once strangled the head of a big bodyguard with a hairband. For him, maybe as long as he can get his hands on something, he can use it to kill people?

Shu Xingmi's eyes were blank, and he concentrated on playing the role of the blind man. He only said that he and his master got separated, and thanked the kind person for saving Yun Yun. He also said that he had an eye disease and asked him to take him out of the desert.

Fu Sanye and Han Xi were of course very happy and agreed casually.

"What's your name?" Han Xi took the initiative to talk, and he sat in the back, circling Shu Xingmi intimately and politely.

"My surname is Wu and my name is Zhu." Shu Xingmi's accent was soft and waxy, reminding Han Xi of the honey dumplings he ate when he was a child.

With a cold breath, he thought the target this time was a white snake, but he didn't expect it to look like a white rabbit.

However, the more such a person is, the more unfathomable he is.

Han Xi's method of assassinating Shu Xingmi is similar to that of Shu Xingmi's assassination of a wealthy businessman. They first approach slowly, become familiar with each other, and become a trusted person of the other party, and then strike unexpectedly and stab the knife in the back.

Han Xi and Shu Xingmi were riding on the same camel, Shu Xingmi saw a thin needle hidden between Han Xi's index finger and middle finger out of the corner of his eye, ordinary people may not notice it, but he has always been sensitive to murder weapons, one glance Just saw it.

Could this be used to kill me?

Shu Xingmi stretched out his hand to try to touch the reins, and after a few failed touches, he managed to put his hand on the camel's neck. He intentionally approached Han Xi's hand, and then suddenly bounced it away, pretending to be surprised: "Ah, Mr. Han Xi, What sharp object is hidden in your hand?"

The wealthy businessman turned his head and looked at them suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

Han Xi frowned slightly, okay, this little killer, he didn't know the kung fu of a cup of tea, and started to tear me down?

Did he see through my identity?

Sure enough, the enemy of the same trade, just now can't bear it anymore.

There is absolutely no way this person is blind, otherwise he would not have noticed the needle in my hand so coincidentally, and he pretended to be blind.The cold breath is determined.

"That's it," Han Xi smiled, not hiding it, and simply held the needle in his hand: "I have a little hobby in my spare time, which is embroidery."

"embroidery?……"

Han Xi reached out and took out the embroidery support from the burden, and covered a pure white handkerchief on it, his fingers moved quickly.

Shu Xingmi was dumbfounded.

I saw the silver needles shuttle like rain, and the cold breath was extremely fast. It didn't look like embroidery, but like juggling. I couldn't even see the trajectory of the needle and thread, and all kinds of silk threads were flying. Even the servants next to me were applauding.

At the beginning, Han Xi used this strange skill to win the attention of Mr. Fu, and became his disciple. In fact, the silver needle and silk thread were his murder tools.

In a moment, Han Xi took the handkerchief out of the embroidered support, and shook it off in front of Shu Xingmi's eyes.

What he embroidered was Shu Xingmi's side face, and he remembered it just by looking at it just now. On the embroidered handkerchief, the young man's delicate and handsome complexion is fully displayed, his eyebrows are like spring mountains, eyes are like autumn water, his lips are slightly parted, as if he is thinking with verses.

When they met for the first time, they embroidered such a picture scroll, in order to get close to each other better, so as not to hit the smiling face, Han Xi embroidered Shu Xingmi so beautifully, just to make him smile.

Shu Xingmi pretended not to see and didn't respond, Han Xi stuffed the handkerchief into his hand: "Touch it, what did I embroider?"

Shu Xingmi had no choice but to obediently spread out the handkerchief, touched it carefully with his fingers, and smiled softly: "My lord is a good embroiderer."

Ears are reddish.

Suddenly, Shu Xingmi seemed to feel something was embroidered on the back of the handkerchief. He turned the handkerchief over, and it turned out to be a double-sided embroidery. There was a poem embroidered on the back of the handkerchief: The wine smells in the flowers, the spring breeze warms, and the chess in the bamboo plays cold in the evening rain. .

It seems to be a literary killer.

"Give it to you." Han Xi put away the embroidery support and needles.

"Thank you, my lord." Shu Xingmi carefully folded the handkerchief and put it in his sleeve.

Not long after, a gust of wind blew, and Shu Xingmi's willow-colored hairband was picked up by the cold fingertips, and with a light twitch, the hairband went away with the wind.

Shu Xingmi's long hair was loosened and draped over his shoulders and back like silk satin.

"My headband..." He couldn't reach out to grab the headband right now, otherwise he would reveal that he was not blind, so he could only scratch in the air in vain.

Han Xi chuckled behind him, pretending that he had done nothing wrong: "Oh, what's wrong?"

"The hair tie fell off."

When Shu Xingmi heard his laughter, he knew that it was his revenge. He used the rope as a murder weapon. On the surface, the cold breath just pulled his hairband, but in fact it unloaded his sharp weapon.

Shu Xingmi brushed his long hair in embarrassment, took out the handkerchief that Han Xi had given him just now from his sleeve, buttoned it, and tied up his hair barely.

The fragrance still lingers in the cold heart.

I have long heard that the killers in Shichun Pavilion are very angry. They use Ye Mufa mixed with ecstasy powder and drink the antidote first. Once the hair is loose, they will fascinate others.

Han Xi didn't know if he was hit or not, anyway, his heart was beating wildly in his chest, and he hurriedly held his breath.

After a while, the sandy ground was full of potholes, and the camel's road was unstable, and Shu Xingmi supported Shu Xingmi's waist with a cold breath: "Be careful, don't fall."

In fact, he was feeling whether there was a dagger, short sword or other killing weapon on his waist.

Now that Han Xi has made a move, Shu Xingmi is not polite.

Shu Xingmi touched Han Xi's waist with his hand back. Han Xi touched Han Xi's waist very subtly, but only touched slightly, but Shu Xingmi found it upright, and almost turned his clothes upside down.

Han Xi thought to himself, why is this little killer touching my waist?Are you testing me or are you simply afraid that you will fall?

"It's too arrogant." Han Xi pinched Shu Xingmi's wrist and whispered in his ear, not in an angry tone, but a bit teasing.

In fact, he is not afraid of revealing his identity. It is easy for killers to see through each other. Even if Shu Xingmi knows that he is a killer, he can still say that he is here to kill a wealthy businessman and will not reveal his true intention.

With a slight effort, Shu Xingmi broke free from the restraint of the cold breath like a fish swimming in his wrist, and said softly, "You started first."

"What?" The wind and sand were a little loud, and Han Xi couldn't hear Shu Xingmi's whisper, so he leaned closer to him.

"You pulled my hairband first."

"Then who said that I have a needle in my hand? You are a mouse, so you forget it when you put your claws away?" Han Xi glanced at Shu Xingmi's trouser legs again. There should be nothing hidden in the trousers, right?

"..."

Han Xi couldn't see Shu Xingmi's expression, but Shu Xingmi's earlobe and pinna were red, Han Xi looked at his cheek, and it turned out that his little face was also as red as a newly ripe peach.

What is he shy about?Han Xi didn't understand Shu Xingmi's brain circuit.

After checking each other's body, Han Xi came to a conclusion that this little killer has a good waist.

Shu Xingmi also came to a useless conclusion, Han Xi's waist should be very strong.

Neither of them had any stupid weapons with them.

Riding on the same camel, Shu Xingmi and Han Xi fought wits and courage along the way.

After walking for several hours, the caravan finally came to the inn outside the pass, rested here overnight, and could enter the city tomorrow.

At dinner time, Shu Xingmi, Han Xi and all the servants ate downstairs in the inn, while the wealthy businessman ate alone in the private room upstairs.

"Zhu Lang, eat, the tip of this bamboo shoot is very tender." Han Xi put a piece of ginger into Shu Xingmi's bowl.

Don't you like to pretend to be blind?Then put it on.

For some reason, Han Xi was thinking of playing tricks on Shu Xingmi, and always wanted to tease him. He likes to bully a son like Shu Xingmi who is soft on the outside and sinister on the inside.

Han Xi didn't know, he was just trying to attract Shu Xingmi's attention, and he didn't hesitate to resort to some childish tricks.

The servants were startled, knowing that Han Xi was trying to play tricks on Shu Xingmi, all of them held back their laughter and didn't say a word.

Shu Xingmi's eyelids twitched when he heard the "Zhu Lang", and he called it really close, and it was close.

When he saw the piece of ginger in the bowl, he even frowned.

"Thank you, my lord, I'll try it." Shu Xingmi fiddled with the bowl a few times with his chopsticks before he managed to pick up the piece of ginger that was the size of a pebble, and then sent it to his mouth.

Han Xi, I have written down today's grudge, and I will settle it with you slowly in the future.

Shu Xingmi took a bite, a spiciness exploded on the tip of his tongue, he quickly let go: "It's so spicy..."

"Hahahaha..." Seeing Shu Xingmi's expression, Han Xi picked out the piece of ginger from his bowl contentedly: "Stop making trouble, let's eat."

The author has something to say: the smell of wine among the flowers is warm in the spring, and the sound of chess in the bamboo is cold in the evening rain. ——Xu Hun's "Cottage Two Poems"