Chapter 110 (1/2)

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110 – a.s.sa.s.sin North

“Yo yo yo, ready to spread your wings and leave the nest, are you?! Who was is that cried and wanted to realize my designs when they saw my drawings?”

Xue Qilin said with a smile that is not a smile.

“I haven't…”

The shopkeep in black narrowed his eyes, and his sharp gazed stabbed straight at Xue Qilin.

However, as if she didn't feel it, Xue Qilin didn't pay attention to the gaze that is usually laced with killing intent.

“What, you want to fight?”

Xue Qilin sat down on a chair tat appeared out of nowhere, crossed her legs, and swayed the leg on top as if no one else was present.

The man didn't say a word, but he did retract his gaze.

“Young Teacher, this person has killed people – and many to boot.”

Shui Yun'er wrinkled her face and whispered next to Xue Qilin's ear.

As if he heard her, the man's ears hidden under the black cloth jerked imperceptibly.

Taking note of the other party's reaction, the warning in Shui Yun'er's mind increased in intensity. Her right hand has already grasped the hilt of the Hengdao at her waist, ready to unsheathe the blade at a moment's notice to cope with all unexpected situations.

“Yeah… Speaking of which, he seems to have been an a.s.sa.s.sin before.”

Relaxed, Xue Qilin played down the disturbing fact.

“Hey, North, you were an a.s.sa.s.sin before, weren't you?”

The man's name seems to be North.

However, Shui Yun'er feels that it shouldn't be his real name.

“a.s.sa.s.sins don't have names.”

Probably taking note of Shui Yun'er's doubts, Xue Qilin suddenly said: “I guess he comes from the north, so he took North as his name – right, North?”

Eyes glowing faintly, Xue Qilin gazed at North.

It seems that even Young Master doesn't know why he is called North… that must be it. This man doesn't seem to be the type to talk to strangers about his past…

Shui Yun'er suddenly felt that the other party might be similar to her in some aspects – the both of them aren't willing to disclose their past.

… that is a secret that must be hidden well.

Otherwise, when the truth is laid bare, they will lose their shelter.

However, compared to the man's past, Shui Yun'er is more interested in why the man in front of her – the man who used to be an a.s.sa.s.sin – would become a tailor.

“Surnamed Xue, you talk too much.”

“That so?”

Xue Qilin tilted her head disapprovingly.

Then she smiled a little nostalgically.

“Also, those of you who are hiding in the shadows of the world can hardly expose yourselves to light.”

The la.s.s occasionally a.s.sumes an expression as if she's recalling her old acquaintances and hometown. But Shui Yun'er doesn't know what she's recollecting.

At times like this, Shui Yun'er can tell that even the la.s.s who appears to be carefree at first glance has a secret past.

Well, everyone is the same.

The present will become the past in the next moment, and turn into a memory.

No one can completely shed their “past”.

However, you can choose whether you want to bear it, or be bound by it.

The former is laudable, while the latter is lamentable.

“So you came here just to say a bunch of nonsense?”

The man frowned and made it clear that he's dissatisfied.

“I'm not that idle!” Xue Qilin rolled her eyes, “If I have the choice, I prefer not to come to this d.a.m.n place. It's too dusty.”

“… it's best you don't come.”

Xue Qilin placed a elbow on the armrest and propped herself up, a beaming smile on he face

“Yo yo yo, I don't care one way or another, but are you willing to give up my designs?”

Propping her head up with a hand, the la.s.s spoke sarcastically.

North fell silent.

Does he not want to answer, or is he speechless?

Seeing a lofty a.s.sa.s.sin being stumped by her teacher's sarcastic remark, Shui Yun'er doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Next silence filled the shop.