The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

Wen Yubai silently slid down the tree trunk.

Under the cover of shadows, they bypassed the two patrolling guards and quietly approached the west wing.

Yueyi looked at it, shook her head, and sighed silently in her heart.

I don't know what the original poster was thinking.

Let him, the top-tier assassin, "assist" in killing a young lady from a wealthy family.

Wen Yubai pushed open the half-closed window and pounced into the room like a cheetah.

He drew his short dagger with a backhand and thrust it straight at the slender figure whose back was to him.

The woman seemed to sense something and suddenly turned around.

The moment their eyes met, her eyes were instantly filled with terror.

Even my breathing slowed down a beat.

The candlelight flickered, illuminating her face.

It was Lin Qingdeng, the target of the portrait.

Just as the blade was about to slit her throat, the terror in Lin Qingdeng's eyes suddenly froze.

Immediately, this was replaced by an incredulous shock.

"you……"

Her gaze was fixed on Wen Yubai's exposed eyes.

"Manager Wen?!"

Wen Yubai's dagger stopped abruptly in mid-air.

This name, like a pebble, landed in my mind.

Some blurry fragments of the image splashed up.

He instinctively withdrew his knife and took a half-step back.

Do you know me?

Lin Qingdeng was overjoyed, her previous panic vanished, and she eagerly tried to reach out and stop him.

"Manager Wen, it really is you! Yun Zhaoting said it was you..."

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Before the words were finished, a whooshing sound rang out, and several dark darts shot towards them.

Wen Yubai's body reacted before he could think.

He grabbed Lin Qingdeng's wrist and pulled her behind him.

At the same time, he reversed his wrist and swung the short blade.

With a few crisp "clinks," all the darts were deflected and stuck to the wall.

Almost at the same time, Yue jumped into the room.

The curved blade was drawn, each strike ruthless, aimed at Lin Qingdeng.

Wen Yubai followed his heart and stood in front of Lin Qingdeng.

But he lost his memory, and all his fighting skills relied on instinct.

Naturally, he was no match for Yueyi, who was ruthless and decisive in his attacks.

In just a few moves, Wen Yubai was struck hard in the chest by the hilt of Yueyi's sword.

"Manager Wen!" Lin Qingdeng exclaimed in surprise.

"Bang!"

Wen Yubai groaned as he was sent flying by Yue Yi's force, crashing into the wall.

Yueyi stopped looking at him, raised her scimitar again, and aimed it straight at Lin Qingdeng's heart.

Lin Qingdeng was pale and hastily grabbed an inkstone from the table to defend himself.

"Click."

With a sharp crack, the inkstone shattered, and the blade sliced ​​her arm, drawing blood.

Yueyi frowned. Although the knife was coated with a potent poison, she was determined to be absolutely certain of its safety.

He still planned to deliver the final blow.

The scimitar was raised, ready to fall.

Just then, Wen Yubai pounced over and wrapped his arms tightly around Yue Yi's waist from behind.

Yueyi, who was being hugged, stiffened.

"Hurry up!"

Lin Qingdeng seemed to wake from a dream, staggered towards the door, and shouted with all her might:

"Help! There's an assassin! Help!"

Suddenly, a flurry of footsteps and shouts came from outside, growing ever closer.

"Assassin! Protect the young lady!"

Yueyi decisively stopped, knowing that the mission could not be completed tonight.

He acted decisively, unleashing a surge of internal energy that easily freed him from Wen Yubai's grasp.

Yueyi looked at Wen Yubai, who was kneeling on the ground with blood trickling from the corner of his lips, and said softly:

"I'm now 20% lost."

Alas, the perfect record is gone forever.

He scooped Wen Yubai up in his arms, leaped out of the window, and disappeared into the night.

-

"Two people couldn't even kill a defenseless young lady."

Yue Wuhen sat high above, his voice carrying a calm that seemed to foreshadow an impending storm.

His gaze fell on Yueyi, who had her head bowed.

"Moonlight, what are you going with us for? Sightseeing?"

Yueyi offered no explanation, remaining silent.

He knew the landlord's temperament well; the more he spoke up now, the harsher the punishment would be.

"Looks like you've been living in comfort for too long. Go and get thirty lashes of bone yourself, and teach you a lesson."

The bone whips used in the punishment hall are made of animal sinews and soaked in a special medicine, making them both spicy and painful when used.

Thirty lashes are enough to keep an ordinary person in bed for half a month.

Wen Yubai couldn't help but speak up: "Master, the main responsibility for this matter lies with me, it's me..."

If it weren't for his interference, Yueyi would never have failed.

Before he could finish his explanation, Yueyi interrupted him.

"Master, I accept the punishment."

The gaze behind the mask shifted back and forth between the two.

"Oh?"

Yue Wuhen's voice was devoid of emotion.

"It seems you two got along well on this trip?"

Wen Yubai: "It's alright."

Yueyi: "Not familiar with each other."

The two voices rang out almost simultaneously.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Yue's eyes as she quickly glanced at the oblivious Wen Yubai.

How did this person manage to survive until now?

Hitmen are strictly forbidden from having private dealings within the building, and protecting each other is even more taboo.

Any unnecessary emotions are a fatal weakness.

As expected, Yue Wuhen above remained silent for a moment.

"Moon One".

He spoke again, his voice several degrees colder than before.

"Forty strokes of the bone whip."

"OP!"

Wen Yu took a half-step on his knees, ignoring Yue Yi secretly tugging at his sleeve.

"My lord, you are wise. It was I who stopped and spared Yueyi, which allowed the target to escape."

"I will bear all the punishment myself."

His voice was clear and resonant.

Yueyi closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

It’s over.

Yue Wuhen said with a playful tone, "What will you use to bear this? Your life?"

Wen Yubai pursed his lips.

He was afraid of dying, but he didn't want to implicate others because of his mistakes.

"Yes, I am willing to accept any punishment without complaint. But Yueyi was just doing his duty and is innocent."

"innocent?"

Yue Wuhen seemed to have heard something interesting and repeated it.

"Moonlight, do you feel innocent?"

Yue Yi lowered his head and said, "The mission failed, and I am not innocent; I bear the responsibility."

"Look."

Yue Wuhen's gaze returned to Wen Yubai.

"In Moon Shadow Tower, there is only usefulness and uselessness, success and failure; there is no innocence."

My gaze lingered on his forced composure, but my thoughts drifted for a moment.

Yueyi was someone he had personally trained, but now, because of the person in front of him, this sword was showing signs of being protected.

Wen Yubai is a real menace.

Killing him directly seems too easy.

Severe punishment for this body, which is already on the verge of death from a fever, would probably not last a moment longer.

Yue Wuhen was somewhat annoyed. He went through various punishments in his mind, but none of them seemed appropriate.

It's either too light or it's deadly.

In the end, nothing was done.

He planned to leave the person there for the time being.

"Ah Bai, you can't lift the knife anymore, so go be an undercover agent."

"Go down."

When he came out, Wen Yubai was still a little dazed. Compared to Yue Yi, his punishment didn't seem like a proper punishment at all.

He looked at Yueyi, who was silent beside him, and felt a pang of self-reproach.

"sorry……"

Yue turned her head to the side, sighed, and said softly:

"Let's never see each other again. You've ruined my life."

Wen Yubai lowered his head.

Yue raised her hand and patted his shoulder lightly.

"Alright, treat me to two jars of good wine as an apology later."

"I want to be completely intoxicated, nothing else will do."