
He took the sword sheath to look at it and said: “Bill.”
Hearing him say that, the shopkeeper smiled as he brought Feng Jiu to the cashier table and said with a laugh: “Nona, the Seven Star sword sheath was one million two hundred and the set of silver needles was thirty five thousand. I will make one million, two hundred and thirty thousand just for you. The remaining five thousand I will give a discount to young Miss in the hope that you will come back here again.”
Feng Jiu paid, quickly slipping the sword sheath and silver needles into the Cosmos Sack before leaving the place with Guan Xi Lin.
Seeing him using the Cosmos Sack, the shopkeeper's eyes were astonished. [A Cosmos Sack? It seems like the young Miss comes from quite a family background! That was for sure, or why did he buy a Seven Star sheath that cost over a million even without haggling so easily!?]
They both bought quite a lot of stuff outside and they shopped all day before they came back. The person trailing them followed them all the way until he saw them enter a small house with a courtyard in the outer part of the city before he returned to report his findings.
At one of the inns, a middle-aged man was practicing cultivation by crossing his legs as he sat down. When he heard a low voice calling from outside, he said: “Log in.”
A man walked over quickly and greeted respectfully before he said: “Second Old Master. Your subordinates have been following the two of them all day and I saw them finally enter a small house in a remote part of town. I asked around in the surrounding area and discovered that they had just moved out three days ago and they claimed to be siblings.And at the Precious Treasure Pavilion today, I found them, the woman in red took out the Cosmos Sack belonging to the Young Master. “
The middle-aged man was filled with deadly fury as he said in a deep voice: “A pair of siblings? Explain to me in detail their outer appearance.”
“Ya.” She described their body characteristics and appearance of two people and she said at the end: “But the girl in red dress has a veil on her face and I can't see her face clearly.”
The middle-aged man's eyes darkened as one of his arms hung by his side. The other arm tightened tightly as his hand clenched until his veins were visible, his knuckles crackling.
“Seek a portrait of the girl in red and send it to the black market mercenary mission bulletin board. Reveal to the people on the black market their address and tell them that I want to see the girl's head tomorrow morning!”
It was already night and the sky was very dark, like a huge black cloud cloud that covered the sky completely, where not a single star was visible.
Dressed in all-red clothes, Feng Jiu was lying on the roof, one hand under his head, the other hand holding the Cosmos Sack as he looked at him and said to himself: 'Simple: “So that's because you've been marked with spirit markers. No wonder even after I changed into feminine clothes from the torn and tattered clothes of a beggar, I was still recognizable.”
While distancing the Cosmos Sack, he stared at the pitch-black night sky and said with ******* satisfied: “This feels .......really awesome tonight! Dark and windy night, perfect night to kill!”
The voice filled with indifference was colored with a slightly lethargic tone, and also a nearly undetectable feeling that was almost like anticipation.
The night was getting late and Feng Jiu yawned as he waited on the roof, almost dizzy from drowsiness.
Until, the second half of the night, when the pale moon barely peeked out from behind the dark clouds like a shy girl, to emit her pale light to shine brightly on the land..
The four black figures holding long swords approached quickly as they ran, gruesome killing emanating from them. They came quickly to the door outside the courtyard and they called out their Qi as they jumped. Just as they landed inside the courtyard, they were shocked to hear a sound.
“I've been waiting here all night for all of you.”
The lethargic voice was tinged with drowsiness as it reached their ears and the four black-robed men instinctively looked towards the source of the voice.
They looked on the roof, a girl in red flipped herself to sit there lazily, her red clothes fluttering in the wind, her long black hair draped backwards, bathed in pale moonlight, and so on, wild and flamboyant, very alluring and very slow. ..