Chapter 129
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At the same time, the moment Shen Zhiying sent the assassin, 748 also reported the news to Shen Wanqing.
"Host, Shen Zhiying knows that she's not Shen Toufeng and Mrs. Shen's daughter. She has already sent people to the temple in the south of the city to find the midwife and kill her."
748 was a little anxious. "Host, what do you think we should do?"
Compared to 748's anxiety, Shen Wanqing, who was lying on the bed leisurely, was obviously much calmer.
The slender girl leaned lazily on the bed, drinking Vang Tsai milk with a small red can in one hand.
Her eyes were half-closed in enjoyment, and her fair little face was slightly languid.
Shen Wanqing's crimson tongue slid across her moist lips, licking away the water droplets on her lips. She curled her lips into a meaningful smile.
"What's the hurry? It's broad daylight, he won't do anything. Moreover, there are so many temples in the south of the city. It's impossible to find her without some effort. "
748 frowned and asked curiously, "Host … do you mean to do it at night?"
After drinking a mouthful of Vang Tsai milk, Shen Wanqing replied leisurely, "What else?"
Her red lips curled into a lazy smile as she said, "Haven't you heard of this saying? The night is dark and the wind is strong, it's the best time to kill. "
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In the evening.
Everything had fallen into a deep slumber. It was silent, and only a faint breeze could be heard.
A temple in the south of the city was already dark, accompanied by the sound of cicadas and a gentle breeze.
A black figure leaped onto the wall quietly and flipped down without making a sound.
He held a long sword in his hand and quietly approached a room in the east.
That person came to the front of the door and quietly pushed it open. After stepping in, he quickly and quietly closed the door behind him.
The room was pitch-black, and only the faint moonlight shone in through the windows. There was a strong sandalwood fragrance in the room, which was a common smell in temples.
He held his breath, and his facial features were covered by a mask, revealing only a pair of dark eyes.
He came to the bedside and stared at the quilt on the bed. Listening carefully, he could hear the person on the bed breathing.
That person narrowed his eyes fiercely, his eyes filled with blood.
Suddenly, the man flipped the sword in his hand and the hilt spun in his palm. He quickly and viciously stabbed the person on the bed.
Suddenly, a small stone flew out from the dark corner and hit the sword.
His strength was so great that the sword trembled for a moment.
The sound of the collision between the stone and the sword was so loud that the person lying on the bed was awakened.
When the person saw this, he immediately thought, "Oh no, there's someone here!"
He hurriedly withdrew his sword. He didn't have time to think about where the stone came from or where the person hiding in the dark was. He immediately turned around and ran.
The power of a single stone was so great. It was not hard to imagine what kind of expert the person hiding was.
"Who are you?!"
Just as that person's hand touched the door, a terrified voice was heard.
The man didn't dare to hesitate. He pushed the door open and ran away.
"He's asking who you are. Why are you running?"
He had just taken a step forward when the back of his collar was grabbed. As he froze, the lazy voice sounded.
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