He Has a Dragon

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It was a dark and windy night, and the cold bright moon quietly hid in the clouds and disappeared. The starry sky was extremely dim at the moment.

When the invisible Wang Le stood in front of the Tianzi No. 1 Villa and Manor, the moment he began to see through his magical eyes, the autumn wind swept across the quiet and peaceful world!

In the line of sight of the opened Deliang Dharma Eye, Tianzi No. 1 Villa and Manor could be seen at a glance. All the characters in the bedrooms there were seen by Wang Le and remembered silently in his heart.

"The old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and a long gray beard sitting cross-legged on the bed must be Nan Huaiyuan, whom Mike Zhao asked me to be more careful about."

"Hey, that Lu Xuan and the mourner are here too. They didn't kill you last time, but they're here again this time. If I don't accept them, I'll be embarrassed."

"Is this the funny Dou Xiaodou that Mike Zhao mentioned, the fat hunchback's fellow disciple? It seems that his martial arts cultivation is not much different."

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The three-story main building of the villa manor was carefully inspected from top to bottom by Wang Le, who was standing invisible outside the manor, looking through the bedrooms one by one.

In addition to Undertaker and Lu Xuan, whom Wang Le had known and fought against before, Nan Huaiyuan, Dou Xiaodou, and four martial arts masters were meeting these people for the first time.

Of course, after tonight, some of them will be the last time Wang Le sees them, and they will be separated from each other from now on.

After a while, Wang Le, who had been standing quietly in front of the gate of the manor, moved. He quickly walked to the courtyard wall with small steps, pushed his ankles, and touched the ground with his toes. In an instant, he jumped up and crossed the wall. Then he controlled his body and quietly landed on the lawn under the corner of the manor.

As soon as his feet touched the lawn, Wang Le shot out instantly like a leopard without stopping, rushing straight towards the main building not far ahead!

In the dark manor with no lights on, the invisible Wang Le reached the wall of the house in two steps. Because there were carved images on it, the wall was uneven. Wang Le climbed up easily like a monkey. Go up and be the first to come outside the window at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

Without making a sound, Wang Le pried open the window skillfully and landed on the corridor of the house.

There are four guest bedrooms on both sides of the corridor. The Undertaker, Lu Xuan, and the four martial arts masters all live on this floor.

As for Nan Huaiyuan and Dou Xiaodou, who have the highest status, they live in the bedroom on the third floor.

In the dark corridor, the invisible Wang Le stepped slowly on the high-end carpet and took the lead to the door of the bedroom where the mourner lived.

Opening the door is a technical job, especially if the person living inside is a martial arts master with sharp ears and eyesight. If you want to avoid alerting the other party, you must have superb skills. Otherwise, all your efforts will be wasted.

For Wang Le, who has always been cautious by nature, of course he had already taken this into consideration, otherwise he would not have acted.

The military career of more than three years of performing various complicated tasks was not in vain, and the technical work of opening doors and locks was certainly not a problem, and in previous actions, Mr. Wang had proven this point many times.

At this moment, I saw him pressing his ears to the door, holding two thin toothpicks in one hand and inserting them into the crack of the lock, and holding an old man's head in the other hand and inserting them into the crack of the door. Then his hands slowly started to move...

A minute later, a subtle "click" sound sounded instantly and then disappeared. In response, the door opened to reveal a gap for people to enter. When the invisible Wang Le walked into the bedroom, the door was closed again.

Walking to Simmons' bed, the mourners covered with quilts were snoring one after another, immersed in sweet sleep, unaware that the god of death had come to his bed and waved the life-harvesting knife in his hand. sickle!

"Puff——"

The dull gray special-made military thorn was inserted into the mourner's throat very quickly.

Then, with a "squeak" sound, the specially-made military thorn inserted into the throat was pulled to the side. The mourner's neck was cut in half instantly, and the blood instantly stained the bedsheets.

"Woo-"

The mourner woke up from his sleep and opened his frightened eyes, making two sounds of air leakage,

Then his feet kicked off the quilt, and the fire of life was extinguished and no longer ignited, and he was completely dead.

The invisible Wang Le picked up the sheet and wiped the blood-stained special military spurs clean, then turned around and left the bedroom without looking at the mourner who had his hair raised.

Arriving at the window next to the corridor that he had just entered, Wang Le blew away the strong smell of blood on his body, then turned and walked towards the door of Lu Xuan, who lived opposite the mourner.

Following the same pattern, Wang Le carefully pried open the door. With an audible "click" sound, Wang Le entered the bedroom.

"If there is a way to heaven, you won't take it. If there is no way to hell, you will go through it. I already gave you a way to survive in the ring, and now you have come to these four-nine cities. I really don't want to go on a killing spree!"

"I was forced by you people!"

The invisible Wang Le stood silently in front of the bed, his eyes were indifferent without a trace of humanity, and he kept muttering with resentment deep in his heart.

"Anyway, young master, I am innocent. It's just your birthday that hangs you because you think you have a long life. It's just a shame!"

Although Wang Le kept grumbling in his heart, he did not hesitate at all about the special military thorn in his hand.

Swing it up, fall down, and thrust it straight into Lu Xuan's throat while he was sleeping!

"Puff——"

"Bah-"

In the darkness, blood spurted out from the large hole in Lu Xuan's neck that had been opened by a special military thorn.

There was no accident. Even if Lu Xuan was a master of the early yellow level of martial arts and had an earth-shattering fight with Wang Le in the Tianxiang Pavilion arena, he could only be like the mourner and his young life and youthful vitality were taken away by Wang Le. The body turned into a cold corpse in the blink of an eye.

Lu Xuan's eyes widened, and he did not show the fearful expression like a mourner. There was only surprise and curiosity in his eyes, because he never saw who took his life until his death.

"I'm really unwilling!"

With his last thoughts, Lu Xuan fell into the cold and dark bottomless abyss...

Wang Le, who was invisible, still picked up the sheet and wiped the special military spikes stained with blood in his hands, then turned and left the bedroom without forgetting to close the door again.

Returning to the window at the end of the corridor again, the invisible Wang Le closed his eyes slightly. He waited for the autumn wind to blow away the smell of blood on his body, so as not to be noticed by the sleeping object when he acted again.

After all, they are all masters of martial arts, and their awareness of danger is higher than ordinary people. Therefore, in order to be safe, Wang Le was extremely cautious in this operation. The purpose was to maximize the results before being noticed by the opponent!

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