Others smell the blood of assassins, but she smells the aroma of wheat cakes——
Shuang Chan, the "top killer" of Ye Xiao Pavilion, was squatting in the beam of the palace. As soon as the poisonous needle on his fingertip was pressed against the target's throat, he was seduced by the wheat cake with tooth marks on the desk.
The missing corner is clearly the "dog-gnawing" bite of the old beggar who broke down the temple ten years ago, and the King of Zhenbei, who is wearing a gilt eyepatch in front of her eyes, is turning the broken pen she has hidden for ten years. The red mole at the end of her eye is shaking when she laughs, making people dizzy: "Little blind man, it's time to take out the wheat cake dregs you saved back then."
