GBP Chapter 738 Little Assassin
Chapter 738 Little Assassin
To avoid the same blunder as before, the two did not use a pincer movement, but instead positioned themselves one in front and one behind.
In their eyes, Lin Ping was nothing more than a drunken weakling who could be pierced through the chest with a single sword strike.
Upon hearing the name Nightshade Palace, a cold glint flashed in Lin Ping's eyes, his body straightened ramrod straight, and his mental state improved considerably.
"Kill one man in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles!" Lin Ping stepped on the wind and instantly arrived in front of his opponent, his speed reaching the extreme.
Not only was Meng Qingge startled, but the man in black was also taken aback. In terms of speed, he was no match for Lin Ping.
"Zhang Mingfang, you son of a bitch! What happened to the poor kid you were promised? How come he's a master?" The man in black cursed under his breath. As a professional assassin, he really wanted to run away.
However, he was less than a meter away from Lin Ping, and even sheathing his sword was a problem, let alone running away.
Just as the man in black was filled with terror, Lin Ping stood still, his body slightly unsteady, showing no sign of taking the initiative to attack.
"Really drunk?" The man in black was overjoyed, his eyes once again flashing with a menacing murderous intent.
The sharp blade pierced straight into Lin Ping's chest, but the drunk man made no attempt to dodge.
"I'm drunk, I'm drunk," Lin Ping said, shaking his head, before collapsing forward.
The sharp blade grazed his chest and was tucked under his armpit, no matter how hard the man in black tried, he couldn't pull it out.
"You want to hit me? I'll get my revenge," Lin Ping said drunkenly, sounding more like a fool.
His attack method once again shocked everyone, including Meng Qingge.
"Has Young Master Lin drunk himself silly?" Seeing Lin Ping headbutt the other man, Meng Qingge covered her face, wishing she could abandon him and run away.
This approach is even less fierce than a children's fight; how could it possibly withstand the spears and blades of the men in black?
Bang!
With a muffled thud, their foreheads collided, and blood splattered everywhere.
The powerful impact left the man in black dazed, his vision blurred, and he staggered as he walked.
"Don't come any closer, or I'll kill you." Sensing Lin Ping's approach, the man in black persisted.
*Thud!* It fell to the ground.
"It hurts, I'm going to kill you." Lin Ping staggered over, bent down, snatched the long sword from the other man's hand, and mercilessly pierced his chest.
Blood splattered again, and Lin Ping was covered in blood.
The last man in black was a bit confused; he couldn't judge Lin Ping's true strength.
The deaths of these three people were quite bizarre; perhaps Lin Ping was just lucky.
"It's not fun." Lin Ping pouted, like a child who never grew up.
He didn't like the longsword in his hand, so he casually threw it, and it pierced the chest of the last person.
The man was still hesitating about whether to run away, but Lin Ping helped him overcome his decision-making difficulties.
"They're all dead?" Meng Qingge was both shocked and frightened.
She was just a frail woman, and this was the first time she had ever witnessed a murder.
More than fear, she was curious about how Lin Ping had managed to kill them.
After winning the fight, Lin Ping's body turned into a puddle of mud, and he was about to fall to the ground.
Left with no other choice, Meng Qingge could only support his heavy body with his back.
"Let's go home," Lin Ping said drunkenly, leaning on Meng Qingge's back.
Meng Qingge was completely speechless. She really wanted Lin Ping to sleep on the street; this lump of rotten flesh was just too heavy.
To prevent Lin Ping from freezing to death, and also to avoid being found by the men in black's accomplices, Meng Qingge gritted her teeth and said, "Let's go home!"
Meng Qingge couldn't drive, so the carriage was useless. She could only carry Lin Ping back with difficulty using her frail body.
After leaving the alley, Meng Qingge found her way home; it was quite far.
"Lin Wuqing, you're not allowed to drink again next time. You're really heavy!" Meng Qingge scolded angrily, even though she could already hear him snoring.
"I will obey your orders, Madam!" Lin Ping suddenly shouted.
"Who's your wife? If you keep talking nonsense, I'm not going to take care of you anymore." Meng Qingge's blushing face was adorned with a small, pouting mouth.
After a long while, Lin Ping still didn't reply, so it was clear that he had fallen asleep.
Meng Qingge did not get angry; instead, she breathed a sigh of relief and asked softly, "Young Master Lin, do you want to marry me simply because we are engaged?"
What girls care about most is feeling. She admitted that Lin Ping treated her very well and was someone she could entrust her life to.
But if he's only nice to her because of the engagement, she can't accept that.
"A fair maiden is the object of a gentleman's affections," Lin Ping said hysterically, his voice so loud it disturbed the peace and even startled Meng Qingge.
"Are people in the countryside starting to learn the Book of Songs now? Or did he just memorize a few poems to fool girls?" Meng Qingge got angrier and angrier, and almost threw Lin Ping down.
The Book of Songs is exclusively for scholars, so how could it be recited by illiterate rural people? It seems that Lin Ping must have deliberately memorized a few sentimental poems to deceive the girl.
"In the North there is a beautiful woman. Peerless and independent. One glance could topple a city. A second glance could topple a nation." Lin Ping composed another poem.
Meng Qingge's cheeks burned. She had never heard of this poem before, but she was certain that Lin Ping had learned it from someone else to deceive girls.
Even so, she was still very happy, because the woman in the poem was so beautiful that she was herself.
"It's not as exaggerated as you say," Meng Qingge replied shyly, suddenly realizing that the lump of festering flesh on her shoulder wasn't so heavy after all.
Along the way, Meng Qingge wasn't exactly alone; Lin Ping, the drunkard, would often blurt out a flirtatious remark.
Under the moonlight, a woman carried a man on her back. The woman had a beautiful face, while the man looked somewhat ferocious, creating a very incongruous scene.
After an unknown amount of time, the two finally arrived at their doorstep, and Meng Qingge used all the strength she had in her life.
Because the two did not return home late at night, the entire Meng family was in chaos, and almost all the servants and maids were sent out to search for them.
"Miss, you're finally back." Yun'er's eyes were a little red, clearly she had been crying.
Upon seeing Yun'er, Meng Qingge relaxed completely, her body went limp, and she threw Lin Ping to the ground.
"This woman definitely did it on purpose." Lin Ping was in great pain, but he couldn't show it too obviously, after all, he was still drunk.
"Huh? What's wrong with Young Master Lin? Why didn't he cry out in pain when he fell to the ground?" Yun'er admired Lin Ping's ability to endure pain.
"He's drunk, let's carry him back," Meng Qingge said breathlessly.
Yun'er did as instructed.
Bang!
Lin Ping fell again and almost cried from the pain.
"Miss, Young Master Lin is too heavy, I can't carry him," Yun'er said, looking aggrieved.
Lin Ping was about to curse. Didn't he have any idea how strong he was? Why didn't he say he couldn't carry me? He had to throw me down.
"Then drag him in. Anyway, Young Master Lin's clothes aren't worth much." Meng Qingge couldn't wait to get rid of Lin Ping and allow Yun'er to use special methods.
For over a kilometer, Lin Ping was dragged along like a dead dog, and they really thought he was a drunkard.
After returning to the room, Lin Ping confirmed that the skin on his back was scabbed.
After Yun'er left, Lin Ping regained his senses and said with a cold gaze, "Nightmare Palace, just what kind of existence are you that you would be hired by a mere Zhang Mingfang?"