League of Legends: Chasing Beauty Song

In Jinx's memory, there has never been such a shocking scene. Rorschach took the familiar pistol out of her tightly clenched hand with astonishing speed. This process was as short as lightning, but as accurate as the operation of precision machinery, which made her fall into a mixture of astonishment and amazement in an instant.

Time seemed to solidify into a piece of transparent amber at this moment, freezing this thrilling scene forever. She could even clearly feel that when the opponent's finger touched the gun body, the dust in the air seemed to tremble. It was an invisible shock wave formed by the interweaving of power and speed, silently announcing that an irresistible duel had begun.

Just before Jinx had time to pull out the heavy weapon that was enough to deter the enemy from the tactical belt-the shark cannon, the situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse. That figure was like a ghostly phantom, not only completing the lightning-fast disassembly of her pistol, but also in a very short time, directly pressed the disassembled barrel, which was shining with cold light and sharp edges, against her fair and tough neck skin.

At this moment, the cold metal touch pierced her skin, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression. She could feel the murderous intent and threat contained in it, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, which could take her life in an instant with just a slight move.

"Little girl, this is called disarming!" Rorschach did not take any further action, but handed the barrel to Jinx and said, "Sorry, this is an instinctive reaction of the body, you can restore your pistol yourself."

"Wow, you have such a fast hand speed, how did you practice it?" Jinx was not angry, and casually assembled the pistol that was disassembled into parts, and asked curiously.

"Dozens of times of practice every day, for two years, you will do the same," Rorschach said, remembering his days in the army, disassembling and assembling pistols was a compulsory course. He has been in this world for many years, and he still has muscle memory, which is finally worthy of the instructor's hard work.

"Why practice this?" Jinx quickly assembled his pistol.

"To prevent being threatened by the head like just now," Rorschach's answer was boring.

Jinx stopped asking questions and returned to the previous question: "How did you save me!"

"I sneaked in, they couldn't find me. To be honest, I am also half an assassin," Rorschach was not talking nonsense. When he was with Katarina, he learned some assassin's stealth skills. To be honest, he didn't like that method very much. It was much easier to sneak in than assassins by using shadow magic.

The reason why assassins have to learn those is because they don't know shadow magic.

Katerina used to envy a magician who relied on long-range attacks to learn close-range assassination, which was like a joke, but this joke is completely different for Rorschach, who is more dangerous than an assassin.

Who can be on guard? A person suddenly emerges from your shadow. Whether it is a close-range magic arrow or a close-range knife, it is fatal.

"Magic swordsman, or assassin?" Jinx was stunned for a long time, and then she said wow again.

Rorschach looked at Jinx speechlessly. This girl probably dropped out of school too early, and there were few words in her vocabulary to express surprise.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jinx looked at Rorschach with a squint.

"Why did you steal that power skateboard?"

"Destruction, I like it the most," Jinx laughed.

"I went to visit the university and happened to see you causing chaos, so I followed you and saved you, otherwise you would be in prison now," Rorschach simply told Jinx the story, just to tell her that he did not follow her.

"What's so good about that place?" Jinx said disdainfully, "Even if you don't save me, I can still escape!"

"It seems that I have done something unnecessary!"

"It is!"

"Ha! Then take care!"

"Hmph!" Jinx snorted coldly and jumped directly from the balcony to the roof. In a few leaps, he disappeared.

Not long after Jinx left, Rorschach was about to go out to find Matt when there was a knock on the door.

Rorschach got up and opened the door, only to see a white-haired woman standing outside the door, followed by two fully armed gun-wielding strong men.

The woman's face was as cold as an ice sculpture, and her eyes were like a sword of dawn, sharp and fascinating. She was wearing a tight combat outfit, which seemed to flow with the luster of metal, indicating both impeccable defense and cleverly reflecting her unique elegance. At this moment, hardness and softness reached a perfect balance.

Her body had obviously undergone a deep transformation, especially her feet. The original legs had been replaced by a pair of huge and extremely sharp leg blades, which were like two giant sickles ready to strike.

Seeing one of the leg blades, Rorschach suddenly understood that the woman in front of him was the famous top agent of Piltover - Camille, the Blue Steel Shadow.

Camille stood with her hands behind her back, her eyes calm and firm, and her words revealed unquestionable authority: "The Piltover Security Bureau is carrying out the mission, please cooperate." The words were brief, but every word was sonorous and powerful. (To read the violent novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

"Absolutely cooperate, please." Rorschach showed respect in his words, and then stepped aside to make way for him. Camille walked straight into the room with steady steps, and two burly strong men behind her stood at the door like iron towers, with eyes as sharp as torches, closely monitoring Rorschach's every move.

After entering the room, Camille suddenly had a delicate alloy cane in her hand. Holding the cane, she calmly explored every corner of the room, sometimes tapping the ground, sometimes lifting the tablecloth to peek under it. This series of movements were performed by her smoothly and elegantly, and it was obvious that she was already familiar with this kind of search work. Every subtle movement revealed professionalism and rigor, and people had to admire the meticulousness and ease of this agent.

While Camille was doing her own inspection, 567 asked: "Name, age, where are you from?"

"Rorschach, 22 years old, from Ionia," Rorschach told the truth.

"Ionian, how do you know the Piltover language?" Camille looked up at Rorschach and continued her actions.

"I am a bard, and I have been to many places since I was a child. I learned the Piltover language in Bilgewater. There is a group of sailors from Piltover who stayed in Bilgewater for a long time. I sang for them and they taught me the Piltover language," Rorschach began to make up a story.

The Piltover language was learned by Riven when Rorschach, the unlucky kid, was forced to learn it by Riven with a whip when he was in the Scarlet Elite Team, because his original mission was to come to Piltover to get intelligence.

"When did you enter Piltover?" Camille got nothing, stood up and walked to Rorschach's side and asked. This woman was tall and standing next to Rorschach, there was a strong sense of oppression.

"Around two o'clock in the afternoon the day before yesterday!"

"Where were you this morning?"[]

"I was visiting Piltover University, but the trip was disrupted. Someone messed up Professor Heimerdinger's technology conference. After the Piltover guards led the evacuation, I came back here."

"The time matches!"

"What time matches?"

"You need to come with us!"

"I need to know the reason!"

"You don't need to!".