Chapter 698 – The Fall of First Snow (2/2)

Assistant Minister Wei gazed at the walls of the courtyard, seeking a chance to live. He realized that it was futile and began to wail in utmost despair.

The snowflakes fell upon a piece of paper. They gave very soft sounds, like the crinkle of some beautiful item being destroyed.

This was a paper as white as the first snow. There were a few holes punched in this paper, making it seem abnormally horrifying.

A voice came from one of these black holes. ”Everyone says that I'm the madman…it seems to me that you're crazier than I am.”

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Many people knew that Painted Armor Xiao Zhang had a violent personality, and that there were a few problems with his mind.

However, this year, in the early winter, when he saw Chen Changsheng telling Assistant Minister Wei with a serious tone and bright eyes that he had come to kill him, Xiao Zhang had a very strange feeling.

He felt that Chen Changsheng was a madman, a deadly earnest madman, and this fact greatly shocked him.

When Chen Changsheng saw Xiao Zhang behind the tree, he was also greatly shocked. No one in the capital knew that he would go to the Wei Estate and presumably many people were currently rushing their way here now, so how had Xiao Zhang been waiting for him in advance?

”How come you're here?” he asked, his face brimming with astonishment.

Simultaneously, that incredibly cold and sharp dagger, stainless and frostless, had already stabbed through his sleeves and astonished atmosphere to reach Assistant Minister Wei's throat.

Xiao Zhang's face was covered in a white sheet of paper, so he naturally showed no expression, but everyone who saw this white paper would feel that it exuded contempt.

This contempt was naturally aimed at Chen Changsheng's sword. It was like a strange and noiseless laugh, brimming with derision.

You actually dare to kill someone in front of me?

A spear rose up out of the snow, shaking his clothes and piercing through the chill, striving to cleave through the world.

With a thought, the icy and sharp end of the spear would clash with Chen Changsheng's dagger.

No matter how talented Chen Changsheng was, even if he had won against Eunuch Lin in the Orthodox Academy, if he were to directly confront this spear with his dagger, how could he possibly defeat Xiao Zhang?

In the next moment, Xiao Zhang's spear would break past Chen Changsheng's dagger.

He would stand in front of Assistant Minister Wei.

The first assassination of this day of winter's first snow in the capital would come to an end.

At this moment, it seemed that this was an inevitable matter.

However, the unexpected would always occur.

Like today.

The white paper on Xiao Zhang's face flapped and that unspoken derision and contempt disappeared.

The noiseless and strange laugh became a truly strange howl that resonated through the estate and tore through the snowy sky.

The track of the spear shifted by the tiniest amount.

It was unable to clash against the dagger.

The cold dagger pierced through the air, carrying blood with it.

Blood squirted into the falling snow, transforming into a most beautiful sight.

An object flew through the air, fiercely spinning and crazily flying. Finally, it crashed to the ground, throwing up ice and snow.

It was Assistant Minister Wei's head, its eyes unable to close in time.

Xiao Zhang suddenly raised his head and looked forward. His face suddenly exuded a frosty aura, as if looking into an abyss.

A blue-clothed man had appeared at the gate of the Wei Estate.

This person's two eyebrows were slightly drooped, utterly distressed and completely unwilling. At his chest, he held a blade that had still not been unsheathed.