[The most accurate killer never carries a knife]
"May we live forever, may our bones be shattered into ashes, may our souls be scattered after death, may we never be reincarnated."
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Wan Ming is a silent shadow behind Xushui, a piece of dark moss that has grown stubbornly for many years in a corner where no one cares.
Xushui never kissed Wan Ming's lips. He only pressed her against the head of the bed, keeping her breathing far away. She didn't say a single unnecessary word during the whole process.
After this time, Xu Shui did not stand up immediately for the first time, but looked at him with Wan Ming's face turned.
"Why do you never close your eyes?"
Wan Ming stared at the pulse on the side of Xu Shui's neck. His final task was to silence this beating forever.
"Feeling, feeling the depth of every effort made by the master."
Xushui smiled when he heard this, and for the first time, his eyes felt the warmth of a living creature.
And the next moment, his hand holding Wan Sheng's throat suddenly tightened.
Wan Ming didn't know when he was exposed. He struggled violently, but went against his own instinct and did not try to fight back.
After a moment of stalemate, Xu Shui let go of his hand and stared at Wan Wei's eyes which were red due to lack of oxygen.
"No one taught you? If you hesitate, you will die."
Wan Bi's internal organs were about to cough up for a while, so Xushui stood up and put on his robe.
"Get up and have something to eat with me."
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To put it simply, it is a story about the entanglement, struggle, sinking and redemption of two "love brains" in the mud.
[Attack] Xushui, the talker of Qianmeng Villa is cold and aloof. There are thousands of people in the world who come to kill him with swords, including Wan Mi.
He understands the filthiness of the world and the repetition of human nature. He has an instinctive inspection and vigilance towards everything. He is disgusted with the world and at the same time disgusted with himself. He controls the overall situation in isolation, but silently allows everything to collapse.
[Shou] Wan Ming, a numbing sharp blade from the killing camp, silent and precise, disguised as a cowardly and loyal dog, targeting the toughest bones in the circle.
His loyalty is a grand show and a trap. He is the executioner about to be executed. He uses the most docile and surrendered posture to numbly carry out the killing.
[The tired gang leader attacks] & [The disguised loyal dog assassin suffers]
Silent indulgence × Sober sinking × Contradictory struggle
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Wan Ming: If I kill you with my own hands, will you still be my master in the next life?
Xushui: If you can't kill me with your own hands, will you be willing to run away with me for the rest of your life?
"He taught me the flaws in his swordsmanship, but I only remembered his eyes."
Hahaha, here's a cliche saying: In our industry, the most taboo thing is to fall in love with your target.
O(≧v≦)o
Intention: Fall in love with him, execute me
