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Chapter 129 The leader of the village and her little sweet wife who is different from the outside [51]

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    At the same time, at the moment Shen Zhiying sent the killer over, 748 also told Shen Wanqing the news.

    "Host, Shen Zhiying knows that she is not the daughter of Shen Feng and Mrs. Shen. She has now 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 with 748's anxiety, Shen Wanqing, who was lying slowly on the bed, was obviously much calmer.

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

    His eyes were half-squinted with enjoyment, and his fair little face looked a little lazy.

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

    "Why are you so anxious? 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, "Then hostyou mean at night?"

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

    ??The red lips were raised, and a lazy beauty bloomed. She opened her lips lightly, "Haven't you heard a sentence? The moon is dark and the wind is high, it is the time to kill."

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    evening.

    Everything fell into sleep, silently, with only a faint breeze blowing.

    A temple in the south of the city was already dark, accompanied by the chirping of cicadas and a gentle breeze.

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

    He held a long sword in his hand and quietly approached a wing on the east side.

    The man came to the door, quietly opened the door, stepped in, and quickly closed the door softly.

    The room was dark, with only the faint moonlight shining through the door and window.  There is a strong scent of sandalwood in the room, which is a common scent in temples.

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

    He came to the bedside and stared at the quilt on the bed. If he listened carefully, he could hear the long and thin breathing of the person on the bed.

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

    "Suddenly, the sword blade in the man's hand flipped over, the hilt spun in the palm of his hand, and he stabbed the person on the bed quickly and hard.

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

    The strength was so great that the sword body trembled.

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

    When the visitor saw this, he immediately said to himself: No, there is someone!

    He quickly took back his sword, not caring about where the stone came from. The man hiding in the dark was hiding there, and immediately turned around to run away.

    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 when the man's hand touched the door, a frightened voice came over.

    The man didn¡¯t dare to hesitate at all, he opened the door and ran away.

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

    As soon as he took one foot out, someone grabbed him by the collar. While he was frozen, those rambling words were already heard.

    The collar was grabbed with great force, and the man could not break free at all.

    With his feet dangling in the air, the man could only push weakly, but it was all in vain.

    Immediately, he was thrown to the ground, and when he looked up, he saw that the bald old nun who had just been sleeping on the bed had woken up and was looking at him with horror.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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