"Just got injured, borrowing it to replenish myself."
"…Even stealing a beggar's chicken leg, as an assassin, you might as well switch professions."
The beggar rolled his eyes dramatically, waved his hand to chase him away, and the assassin laughed heartily at this, leaped out of the ruined temple, and vanished in an instant.
The beggar left behind sat there for a while in contemplation, wrapped up the leftover snacks from the ground, and stuffed them into his arms.
He picked up his wine gourd and left the Mountain God Temple, heading straight towards Dingxing City.
Only until the beggar's figure disappeared from sight.
Did Gentle and Chu Qing step out from the shadows, and in Chu Qing's hand, he was dragging a corpse.
The corpse of that assassin just now.
Gentle looked at the corpse in Chu Qing's hand:
"Average inner strength?"
Chu Qing smiled:
"Bait, you see. It can't be too strong; otherwise, the fish won't dare bite."
He paused for a moment and looked at Gentle:
