Snowman

Jiang Jie met the night quickly toward the front of the rush, his heart has a kind of intuition, must quickly leave here, or that kind of feeling as if has been staring at always lingering, uncomfortable.

Soon after he had left, several men appeared at the gate. They were all dressed in black. They looked exactly like those who had attacked the prince before.

"What, that boy dares to go out of town at night, should we follow him?" At this time already a black person sink sound way.

"If the Wolf Guild isn't looking for the man I'm looking for, sneaking around here, isn't it going to die?" But it was not the voices of his companions that answered him, but the sarcasm that came from above the walls.

"A slaughterhouse?"

"Is the Slaughterhouse your trash guild?" The voices from the walls were extremely loud and did not pay any attention to the members of the Guild of Beech, who were well known in the city.