Mingyue of the Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/   The latest work of the great master Xiangnan Xiaoxiaosheng! Fan Xian doesn’t know where the power of the picketers is currently hidden. Even the people of the Moon worshippers can certainly see the picketers often appear, namely Chang'an, Yanjing, Luoyang and Jingling, so Fan Xian pays more attention just in case.

Fan Xian did not intend to sit and wait for death. Now even Liu Bowen's whereabouts can be tracked by the pickets, and they are ambushing and sniping. Liu Bowen and others cannot find the power of the pickets in the Beijing tomb, which does not mean that Fan Xian has no choice.

"That's it!"

Fan Xian looked downstairs in a residential building in the mirror of the stranger, not far from his rented house. After Liu Bowen appeared in the alley, he suddenly stopped and then hid behind a pillar. On the ground where Liu Bowen was standing, a dust flower the size of a bowl suddenly exploded.

The bullets of the sniper rifle hit the ground!

Fan Xian frowned, paused the screen, and then followed the ballistic back.

The picture of the counter-time mirror flew backwards with the bullet like slow motion, landing on the corner of the rooftop of an eight-story residential building fifty meters away. A thin man wearing a dark gray windbreaker and a vague beard on his face lay motionless in the shadow, like a dead person, his breath seemed to blend into one with the rooftop, and there was an open cello box next to him.

In just one minute, the man fired four shots.

After the last shot was shot, a hint of surprise flashed across his face. Then he saw him packing up his things quickly, quickly going downstairs, and coming to where Liu Bowen was just now. When he saw that there was no one on the ground, there was only a little blood, he was stunned. A few slight fluctuations flowed in his eyes, and then he lifted his feet away gloomyly.

This is the second time Fan Xian used the counter-time mirror to check it out, and it is also the first time he has seen what a real anti-reconnaissance consciousness is. Compared to Jiang Nuo's deliberate actions at the beginning, the man in gray seemed to be instinctively avoiding surveillance one by one, walking through the streets, and even entering a bar and coming out of the back door. If it weren't for the counter-time mirror, Fan Xian would almost certain that the man would be completely unaware of it.

"Hidden Garden?"

When he saw the man finally stepping into this hotel in Jingling Old Town and coming to the 22nd floor and entering a room, Fan Xian frowned even tighter.

This hotel is the property of Yan Feng, the number one underground character in Jingling, and Yan Feng is a deacon of the Moon Worshiping Sect.

Liu Bowen, the left guardian of the Moon Worshiping Cult, was ambushed and lived in the hotel of the Moon Worshiping Cult Deacon?

Fan Xian called Liu Bowen.

"Mr. Xian!" Liu Bowen's voice on the other end of the phone was very plain, and he didn't seem surprised by Fan Xian's abrupt call.

"Are you now with all the Moon Worshipers in Jingling?"

"Yan Feng didn't come!" Liu Bowen paused for a moment, as if he noticed something: "Are you a traitor?"

"Unsure!" Fan Xian said in a deep voice: "I'm going to Yinyuan now, and you can also come to Room 2202 on the 22nd floor of Yinyuan!"

"good!"

After hanging up the phone, Fan Xian exchanged a few things in the system mall, walked upstairs and looked at Sun Shangxiang who was obviously asleep. Then he tiptoed out of the door, went downstairs and took a taxi and headed straight for Yinyuan.

After Liu Bowen hung up the phone, he glanced at the dozen people present with expressionless expressions and said lightly: "Set out, hidden garden!"

Everyone was a little confused, and they were almost stunned at the same time.

Yinyuan, Room 2202.

Canyue took a shower, changed into a casual clothes, half lying on the bed, holding a famous Jingling cigarette in her mouth, Supreme Jingling, called the front desk to call someone to send a bottle of XO, then crossed her legs, then picked up and turned on the TV with a remote control, which was on it.

Although the movie "Full Time Killing" is crazy and dazzling, it does not attract Canyue's gaze. Although his face is still a little playful, he feels a little angry at the few shots that have failed today.

It was five years, and for the first time in five years, someone ran away from his gun, which made him both interested in the goal this time and feel completely useless.

The target's vigilance was too amazing. He could avoid a fatal shot while he was fully restrained and even slip away quietly. This was completely unbearable for him, who was proud of his guns.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

While knocking on the door, Canyue frowned and subconsciously sat up. As soon as her eyes fell on the door, she heard a strange voice coming from outside the door: "Mr. Xu is here?"

Canyue came to the door quietly and saw through the cat's eyes a young man who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old standing at the door with a smile. He was immediately confused. In his impression, there was no such person in the hotel!

But the young man had a work card of a staff member on his chest. Although he couldn't see the words on it clearly and was not wearing a suit or professional suit, he held a plate in it, and there was a bottle of xo he called five minutes ago, and Xu Jingteng was the name he left behind when he checked in.

"I'm here to deliver wine!" The person outside the door kept smiling.

He smiled very professionally, and there was nothing strange on his body, not like he was hiding something.

"Come in." Canyue opened the door, walked to the sofa and picked up the windbreaker and said, "Just put things on the table!"

When he turned around with a hundred dollars to hand it to the waiter, he found that the door of the room was automatically closed, and the young waiter was looking at him up and down, so his face was a little gloomy: "Is there anything else?"

The young man glanced at the cello case he placed on the bed, then smiled and said, "Nothing special is the only thing, I just have a few questions to ask Mr. Xu!"

Canyue looked at the young man in front of her with a strange face, and a hint of displeasure flashed across her face: "What's the matter?"

The young man gave him a very strange feeling. He was not like a well-behaved trainer, but he had steady steps and a calm smile, but it made him feel a little afraid for no reason.

"Do you have anything to do with Yan Feng?"

"Yan Feng?" Canyue was stunned for a moment, and her body turned, forming a figure that could instantly take out the weapon under the pillow. She sneered and said, "It seems that you shouldn't be an ordinary waiter, right?"

"The wine was brought to you by the way!" The young man smiled meaningfully: "In my opinion, Mr. Xu is not an ordinary resident, right?"

"Oh?" Canyue raised the corner of her mouth and looked at the young man in front of her with interest: "How can she see it?"

"In China, I can't be a cellist, right?"
Chapter completed!