Master: My Disciple Matches The SSR Aizen Template

"Zhao Gao?"

Lin Mo stared at this template and whispered.

"Isn't this a historical figure, the prime minister and eunuch of the Qin Dynasty..."

"Parallel time and space, there is another Zhao Gao? How is it different from the Zhao Gao in my time and space?"

In my mind, the information about the existence of this person emerged in the history books, "Stealing the country's power, poisoning the people", "Taking deer as horse"...

In front of the desk, the time in the digital clock is still beating every minute and every second. Three fifty-five in the morning is the time when ordinary people sleep the deepest.

On the road next to the window, it was rare to be free.

All is silent!

"call"

Lin Mo took a deep breath and was ready to spy on this person's life. You must know that no matter whether it is praise or criticism, the person who can leave such traces in the vast history of "307" must be People at the top of the human pyramid are disgusting.

Looking at the appearance of the 'SR-level template·Zhao Gao', the first reaction is a sense of sinister, black robes, and on the robes, there are dark red monster lines

Black symbolizes darkness, while red symbolizes blood...

Long dark red nails, sharp facial features, a coquettish and calm temperament, a cold and powerful aura...

Lin Mo was still peeping at this one. At this moment, Zhao Gao raised his head slightly, his terrifying eyes stared at Lin Mo in an instant... Countless bloody heads rolled The scene flooded into the former's mind overwhelmingly!

'Imperial dignitaries, officials in the Zhongche Mansion...deeply trusted by the First Emperor and Li Si...

'The largest mysterious organization in the Qin Empire --- the actual leader of Luowang, whose strength is unfathomable, often accompanied by the Six Swordsmen....

'The net is within the Seven Kingdoms, weaving an invisible giant net, absorbing a large number of death row prisoners and wandering swordsmen, and subjecting them to cruel and bloody training. Cultivate them into deadly poisonous thorns, like spiders lurking in the shadow of the Great Qin Empire, always waiting for the prey that fell into the web...

In the silent bedroom, only Lin Mo's heavy and short breathing gradually emerged.

What he saw was scenes as grand as epic scenes.

After a long time, Lin Mo looked shocked and looked away.

"Google!"

His Adam's apple surged, and he swallowed heavily.

"In our time and space, I'm afraid we can't cultivate 'internal strength'... If not, this character template may not only be 'SR-level'

Lin Mo's complexion was rosy, and his black and white eyes shone brightly. He licked his lips, but his heart was still beating 'thumping'.

Ecstasy in my heart!

This template, to him, is of great value, even, it can be said to be inestimable!

He lowered his head and looked at the civil servant who recorded himself in the black leather notebook.

Pick up a pen and write on a new page, two strong characters:

'Trap'!

continue:

'Organization Logo: Spider

Killer level: heaven, kill, earth, absolute, 魑, charm, sprite, rogue...

In Lin Mo's view, the greatest value of this template is Zhao Gao and his ability to weave the "net" of the assassins.

If a member who fits the template of 'Zhao Gao' can single-handedly create such a meticulous and terrifying network for him, and rubbing such a killing machine in the inner world, then he will truly, He has a place in the inner world and can compete with all parties.

After drawing out the first SR-level template 'Zhao Gao', Lin Mo, the core of many subsequent plans, began to make adjustments, focusing on this template.

Time keeps ticking.

Not long after, the sky gradually brightened.

Outside the window, the hustle and bustle of traffic continuously entered the ears.

Wisps of morning light penetrated through the gaps in the curtains.

Lin Mo stopped the pen in his hand. He stared at the densely packed pages of text, then closed the black leather notebook and put it in the compartment of the drawer.

He stood up, stretched out his hand, and opened the curtains. The road outside the window, a car... the city under the morning light, was reflected in his eyes.

Last night, the rampage between the four leaders of the China Shipping Freight Group was just a foreshadowing for the closing of the net tonight.

For younger sister Lin Baoer and her hunting team.

The infighting between the Anqing Group and Zheng Guohua is really not on the table. All their eyes are focused on the mysterious 'Honor' who is about to be revealed...

...

Nine in the morning.

In the hospital bed, Chang Zhuxuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he opened his eyes suddenly.

He didn't move too much, just rolled his eyeballs, looking at everything in front of him... Soon, he knew that he was in a single ward.

In the house, there is no one.

Withdrew his gaze.

Chang Zhuxuan felt a burst of severe pain from his back and right leg after the anesthesia dissipated.

"How is the completion of the plan...?"

This is what Chang Zhuxuan is most concerned about at the moment.

timely.

The door of the ward was pushed open, Chang Zhuxuan looked at the nurse who walked in.

"Mr. Chang, are you awake?"

The voice of the young nurse rang in my ears.

After a while, the only remaining leader of Zhonghai Freight Group, Zhang Hanfu, who was once his father's most trusted subordinate, walked in.

He had a complex face, and looked at Chang Zhuxuan with fear hidden in his eyes.

"Uncle Zhang."

"I'm leaving the hospital."

Chang Zhuxuan looked at Zhang Hanfu and called out in a deep voice.

"good!"

Zhang Hanf paused, didn't say much, only responded.

He thought that it was Chang Zhuxuan who wanted to push 1.2 in one go, to gather the chaotic rights in a vacuum, and to avoid the other hands of the Anqing Group...

But in fact, what Chang Zhuxuan was thinking about was the first 'test' that the Lord was about to face!

Zhonghai City, Dongcheng District, Xinlida Small Furniture Manufacturing Factory in the suburbs.

Jinjiu stood in front of the corridor on the second floor, looking indifferently at the trainers who were undergoing transformation.

He has received an order, and as a backup, he will appear like a shadow in the night of tonight's operation...

If there are any accidents, the gin will be in advance to erase all possible accidents.

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