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

    "Host, Shen Zhiying, she knows she is not the daughter of Shen Jifeng and Mrs. Shen. Now she has sent someone to the temple in the south of the city to find the midwife and kill her."

    748 was a little worried, "host, what do you say?"

    Compared with the worry of 748, Shen Wanqing, who is lying in bed slowly, is obviously calmer.

    The slender girl leaned lazily on the bed, drinking wangzi milk with a red can in one hand.

    The eyes of enjoyment are half narrowed, and the white little face is slightly lazy.

    Shen Wanqing''s Scarlet tongue crossed the watery lip, licked the water stains on his lips, and meaningfully reminded the corners of his lips.

    "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, "that host... Do you mean at night?"

    After drinking wangzi''s milk, Shen Wanqing said, "otherwise?"

    The crimson lip was lifted, and a lazy gorgeous color bloomed. She gently opened the lip, "haven''t you heard a word? The moon is dark and the wind is high. It''s the time to kill."

    …

    …

    evening.

    Everything went to sleep, silent, only a faint breeze.

    A temple in the south of the city is dark, with cicadas chirping and a breeze blowing.

    A black figure quietly jumped onto the wall and finally turned down without a sound.

    Holding a long sword in his hand, he approached a wing room in the East quietly.

    The man came to the door, quietly opened the door, stepped in and quickly closed the door with light hands and feet.

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

    He held his breath, his facial features were covered by a mask, and only his dark eyes showed.

    He came to the bedside, stared at the quilt on the bed, and could hear the slender breathing sound of the people on the bed.

    The man narrowed his eyes mercilessly, and his eyes were bloody.

    Suddenly, the blade in the man''s hand turned over, the handle of the sword turned in the palm, and stabbed the man on the bed quickly and ruthlessly.

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

    The sword body trembled with great strength.

    The sound of the collision between the stone and the sword was so loud that the person lying on the bed had been awakened.

    When the visitor saw this, he immediately said in secret: No, someone!

    He quickly took back his long sword, regardless of where the stone came from. The man hiding in the dark hid there and immediately turned to run.

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

    "Who are you?"

    Just as the man touched the door, a frightened voice came.

    The man dared not hesitate. He pushed the door and ran away.

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

    As soon as he stepped out of one foot, the back collar was grabbed. While he froze, the loose words had sounded.

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

    With his feet hanging in the air, the man can only pedal powerlessly, but he is doing no work.

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