Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 210, 209. What is the best place in the world? (Third more-for subscription)

Snapped! !

A sack was thrown on the table, making a dull noise.

The people behind the table can clearly distinguish the sound, it is the sound of gold.

He sniffed and showed an expression of intoxication, which was the smell of gold.

A sack is full of gold.

The person behind the table had a lazy look, his expression was straightened, and he straightened out the scarlet-textured collar, and smiled: "What's the matter?"

The visitor said coldly: "Kill a person and grab a book."

"Who? What book?"

"People are on the first floor of Xin'an Inn, and the book is the book lying in front of him."

"What is the strength of a person?"

"He defeated the Sifang Huizhu with a punch, stunned Elder Pin Watermen with a palm, and convinced Wanlizong's strongest swordsman with a sword."

"What book is a book?"

"A good exercise, but he is actually passing this exercise to everyone. He is crazy. If this is the case, there is no need for all schools to exist in the future."

"Here is the job."

"The book must be given to me."

"no problem."

"I"

The man with the scarlet texture collar smiled, "We are the Blood Rain Tower, and all people have a price. You give the money, and we give you the head. You are not deceived or owe each other."

The visitor seemed to recall this terrible force.

The Blood Rain House, also known as the Blood Rain Thousand and Eighth Floor, is a notorious killer organization. Regardless of good or evil, it only asks for money and abides by the creed that "everybody has a price". If the money is paid properly, my parents Mom can show you the abuse.

In addition, this organization has "peripheral personnel". These "peripheral personnel" are rooted in the dark underground, and no one knows their identities.

They may even be the elders of a certain famous school, a famous hero, or your pillow.

When people are short of money or resources, at this time, you can go to the Xueyu Building to take over the task.

kill,

Get paid.

And Xueyulou will never reveal your identity as a childish man, and neither owe each other.

And it is said that such a terrible killing gesture was integrated by a larger force ten years ago, and it is now a behemoth hidden in the dark underground.

The visitor was relieved, he was relieved.

So he asked: "How long?"

The disciple of the Xueyu Tower greeted the guests: "How long will you take?"

"Is three days enough?"

The disciple of Xueyulou thought for a while and said, "You need to add money for three days, normally seven days."

"Seven days are seven days."

The incoming person no longer hesitated, turned and left. After walking out, his expression became cold.

It was ridiculous that such advanced techniques were taken out by a little boy and given to others.

Doesn't he know the truth of "everyone is not guilty, but guilty"?

Doesn't he know the truth of "get rich in a muffled voice"?

The weak are the weak. Given weapons to the weak, how can we make money from them in the future?

As long as one's own forces have that kind of advanced technique, from now on it will be the era of their own rampage.

The visitor smiled.

The disciple of the Blood Rain Tower also smiled, "It's thirty-sixth. It's exactly the same thing, the same book, it's interesting, but this is a big business."

He grabbed the golden sacks, turned and pushed the door, and entered the back room.

Someone in the back room records income efficiently.

Others quietly went to the building near the Xueyu Tower.

Here only undertake business, the killer is upstairs.

Where is the building?

no one knows.

That night.

In the **** candlelight.

A long table looked deep and **** in the darkness of a certain field.

A sane voice broke the peace.

"This must be a big force, otherwise it won't send so many people, and every one of them is a master. That technique is also a profound technique."

"But, how can there be such a fool in the world who has obtained the exercises himself, but he still wants to make it public?"

"Although it is not a small force, are we a small force? This is a big business, and it is very profitable. Just say, eat or not?" said a burly shadow urn.

Another yin and yang strange voice sounded immediately: "Everything I said is in my mouth, will you tell me not to swallow it?"

The sensible voice asked: "Then how to eat?"

"Kill, more than forty Grade A killers, isn't it enough to kill them?"

"I want to ask that one."

"That one?! You are crazy, what do you ask that one about business matters?"

"I still want to ask, after all, I have seen some of the exercises, and it's not only profound enough to describe it." The sensible voice revealed memories, as if tasting the passages in the exercises and the power contained therein, he Slowly said, "Unprecedented."

Everyone also fell silent.

Even people who are guilty of Yin and Yang will not deny this.

The exercise method called "Tian Xia Qi" is unfathomable and indescribable. They used to think that their practice was like the Yangtze River and the sea, but just by watching this method, they would suddenly produce a " The ridiculous feeling of sitting on the well and watching the sky.

The practice of my own practice is at best a small river in a town or a mountain stream. All streams meet in one river, and all streams merge into the sea and become part of the sea.

The "Enthusiasm in the World" is the sea.

"Then go ask."

The others were all right now.

The next day.

Located in a cold hall in a dark world.

The Bone Throne stands in the middle.

The mysterious woman sitting on the throne wore a dark gold mask and listened to the report.

She held her cheek.

a long time.

She finished thinking, and uttered a word: "Do."

Just when these dark forces acted,

The various martial arts in the arena also reacted.

They held the exercises before them in disbelief.

It’s unbelievable that this kind of exercise can really be obtained for free

Every school, every force, almost fell into silence.

If the people of the world have this kind of practice, then who would care about the school?

Everyone can become a master, everyone has the opportunity to cut a piece of sky

How can this be?

Different places, different voices, but almost the same words.

"Absurd, ridiculous, isn't this going to cause chaos in the world?!"

"These people really have evil intentions, their hearts can be punishable, and their hearts are punishable."

"Such esoteric techniques are not distinguished. If they are learned by malicious people, wouldn't it be a disaster for the world?"

"This law should be in the hands of our righteous and famous sects, and we should keep it, so that we can prevent the Xiao Xiaoxiao from doing that evil thing."

"If the predecessors who compiled this method know that the offspring are so mischievous and show the exercises so easily to others, they will vomit blood."

"Senior brother is right. The Tao is not lightly spread. Such people are not qualified to possess such a peerless technique. He is not worthy."

"There are such stupid people in the world. If I were him, I would practice painstakingly and not spread the ears of the second person. Only in this way can I get the Sunshine Avenue and have a bright future."

"His path is narrow."

"Anyone of us who thinks a little would not do it like him. It's ridiculous and sad. I don't know the preciousness of this technique, right? Why is such a magical technique that some stupid people will get it? It's sigh and annoying. "

There may be other voices, but these mainstream voices are mixed into a group, and they will not set off immediately, because they need to hold a meeting in advance and let the martial arts leader decide what to do at the meeting.

Perhaps the leader of the martial arts will require the destruction of all the exercises and then leave the original in his hands, but other big forces will definitely fight for reasons, and it is very likely that afterwards, they will get a result that "every big force can refer to".

This is the correct trajectory.

While the righteous people were still discussing, the killer had already been dispatched.

dusk,

Will night,

late at night.

Guhong came from the north.

Xiao Xiao's cold wind, like a knife cut his skin, passing by the travelers who were still walking on the street at this time, unwilling to return.

Feng Chuuxue felt that he was a failure.

He can't make friends.

He even faces some fear in the face of others.

Face a girl will blush.

If he hadn't met the teacher, he might have bowed his head and bent over for a lifetime.

He took a deep breath of the night breeze, crouching back habitually, staring at the yellow leaves on the ground that were illuminated by the lantern.

Yellow leaves flying,

Grazing,

Vacated,

It is the last brilliance after the death of life.

Feng Chuuxue suddenly stopped. He took the scroll in his arms, and gently stroked the knife with his right hand.

Knife

Is his confidant.

Is his lover.

It is his belief.

It is his dignity.

No one can blaspheme his knife.

And every time a knife with a deviation makes him extremely painful, it will make him suffer with a heart of self-blame and guilt, just like the most fanatical believer has blasphemed his god.

Then he would use a way of madly torture himself, almost torture, to make himself remember that mistake with his heart, and never make it again.

However, he was only the first among ninety-nine people.

The world is so big, he doesn't know how many he can become.

If you die,

Will it fall into the dust that no one cares about like the dead leaves in front of you?

If so, how do you live this life?

He is thinking about his life.

Suddenly felt murderous.

Murderous spirit came from behind.

So he drew the knife at will.

The speed of the knife, the energy of the knife, the force of the knife, the light, and the appearance of the knife are as brilliant as a sword swung by a god, flawless, like a dream, dreamy and charming.

He didn't even look back, and didn't care who it was, but his luck shook the blood drop that appeared somewhere on the blade, shook the blood drop, kept the blade clean and dry, and then gently sheathed it.

Feng Chuuxue's thoughts were not interrupted. He knelt down and picked up the fallen leaf. He felt that he was such a fallen leaf.

But he didn't want this.

In his heart, a quiet karma fire was burning.

Now, his surname is Feng, which is admitted by the teacher himself.

The teacher is so great.

So, as a disciple, he should be a little stronger as a teacher with the same surname?

suddenly,

Another gust of wind came from above his head suddenly.

The other two gusts of wind were stuck in the cold shadow, cooperated and intertwined, like a snake hunting, thumping out.

Three gales, three ghosts, attack!

Feng Chuuxue drew his sword earnestly.

Knife light flashed.

All the movements in the heaven and the earth are still.

He carefully wiped off the blood with fallen leaves.

Then close the knife.

On the ground

There are four bodies in total.

He didn't want to look, but after all he glanced curiously at the corpses.

There was a sudden surge in his belly, and he couldn't help running forward, then squatted in the corner of the alley and retched.

Tears of retching fell.

Is life so easy to pass away?

(End of this chapter)