Quickly Pass Through the Villain, He is Soft and Sweet

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

"Host, Shen Zhiying knows that she is not the daughter of Shen Jinfeng and Mrs. Shen. She has now sent someone to the temple in the south of the city, and plans to find the midwife of that year to silence her."

748 was a little anxious, "Host, what do you say?"

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

The slender girl leaned on the bed lazily, drinking Wangzai milk with a small red canned food in one hand.

The eyes of enjoyment are half-squinted, and the small white face is slightly lazy.

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

"What's the hurry, he won't do it in broad daylight. Besides, there are so many temples in the south of the city. It's impossible to find them without some effort."

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

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

Her red lips twitched, and a lazy splendor bloomed. She opened her lips lightly, "Have you not heard a word? The moon is dark and the wind is high, and it's time to kill."

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evening.

Everything went to sleep, silently, except for a faint breeze.

A temple in the south of the city was already dark, and the breeze blew along with the sound of cicadas chirping.

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

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

The man came to the door, quietly pushed open the door, stepped in and quickly closed the door gently.

The room was dark, and only the faint moonlight was projected from the windows and doors. There is a strong sandalwood smell in the room, which is a common smell in temples.

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

He came to the bedside, stared at the quilt on the bed, and listened carefully to the slender breathing of the person on the bed.

The man narrowed his eyes fiercely, blood in his eyes.

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

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

With great strength, the sword body trembled.

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 visitor saw this, he immediately secretly said: No, there is someone!

He quickly retracted the long sword, and didn't even think about where the stone came from. The man who was hiding in the dark was hiding there and immediately turned to run.

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

"Who are you!?"

Just as the man's hand touched the door, a terrified voice came over.

The man didn't dare to hesitate in the slightest, he pushed the door and was about to run.

"People ask who you are and what are you running for?"

Just as he stepped out of one foot, someone grabbed the back collar, and at the same time he froze, the loose words had already sounded.

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

With his feet hanging in the air, the man could only pedal feebly, but it was all in vain.

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