Ultimate Assassin System

Although they did not continue fighting, the Grey Army was still caught in the middle of the valley without moving. But they are not in a hurry, after all, the initiative is now in their hands, and now they just have to wait for those who negotiate to come over.

The news of the captives of these noble youths was quickly passed back to the city of Brando, and it goes without saying that it was an uproar. Of course, no matter how you curse and argue, rescue must be saved, and it is not easy to train a descendant, not to mention that there are still some noble successors.

However, the city of Brando is thousands of miles away. Even with magic, it will take a long time. After all, this barren 100,000 mountain is impossible to have a teleportation array.

After celebrating for a few days, the gray-clad army gradually began to calm down, and then counted the casualties, soothing the survivors ... These post-war issues were quickly put on the road.

It can be said that the loss of the Grey Army this time is still very heavy. At the time of the transfer, nearly 30,000 soldiers were left with more than half of them. If the majority of the people were scattered, I am afraid that the number of casualties would be far more than that.

When the upper ranks of the Grey Army were busy with these matters, Tang En was also doing his own unfinished investigation.

Station corner,

"" Boss, this is the data from Bole. "Mi Xiu handed over a stack of paper.

"Well, yes!" Tang En reached for it, then asked, "How did you get these materials?"

"It's all about asking, the boss is assured, we are very secretive." The gray clothing army is so big, it is easy to inquire about individuals.

Tang En nodded. Among the members of the gray space, Mi Xiu is the most attentive and the most reliable to do things.

"Well, boss, these materials seem to be useless now." Shaking his head, Mi Xiu Tan said, "This morning Bole is dead."

"Dead?" Tang En stunned. Frowning. "How did you die?"

Bole's injuries were caused by Tang En, and he couldn't be more clear. Even if that blood explodes. It is paralyzed at most, not enough to be fatal.

"Not quite sure, I heard that I committed suicide! But ..." Mi Xiu looked at Tang En, hesitating a bit, "There are rumors that Bole could not stand the pain of a broken leg, so ..."

Tang En's eyes were cold, and Mi Xiu's words were not complete, but he could probably think that the rumor must be pointing all the fingers at "." "He was.

"Well, I see. Let the brothers overseeing Bole pull back. This will come to an end first. The notice goes on, and the space will train normally tomorrow."

"Yes!"

After Mi Xiu left, Tang En thought deeply.

suicide? Well, it is possible. After a normal person loses his leg, if he cannot accept it, suicide is reasonable.

But if it weren't, then it would be interesting. As soon as Bole died, first of all, he couldn't investigate. And the dead are big. The sight of others will narrow down the "mistakes" before Bole, and amplify the damage Tang En put on him. Even, there will surely be reports that he killed Bole.

However, even then, it doesn't make sense ... why should you slander me so quickly? Do I have any interests in the way?

Shaking his head, these are just the most likely guesses. There is too little data available for analysis now, and no useful conclusions can be drawn.

It seems that the gray space still has to develop ... Tang En sighed and walked back. Now more than a dozen individual hands are obviously not enough, and they are all fighting now. Analyzing or summarizing information or not, "The strongest killer system Chapter 112 returns my uncle!"

Ok? Tang En paused, his nose twitched, and a familiar spicy flavor drifted in the wind.

This……

Tang En turned to the right, and after passing a few passages, the spicy taste was stronger.

"You guys have a taste. This thing is called hot pot. It can dehumidify and keep warm. It is best for winter. This is unique to our gray clothes!"

"Huh, but it's just pouring food into the spicy soup. What's the big deal, Hunk is Hunk."

"Ha, Lord, have you ever eaten something from this hunk?"

"Uh ... I haven't eaten before, and I don't eat rare."

"So, how do you know if you haven't eaten it just to pour food into spicy soup?"

"..."

"Let's try it, um, I promise you will remember this flavor. Uncle Frey, would you like a piece?"

Beside the campfire in the distance, Josiah in a white robe was trying hard to promote the hot pot. As for those gathered around, Tang En knew most of the "strongest killer system", and it was Frei and the captured aristocratic youth. There are still some people who don't know, presumably what Josiah said yesterday, that Losa sent someone to propagate the idea of ​​the gray army.

Since the aristocratic youths came to the Grey Army, their actions have been zìu, and they have not been locked with iron chains. Of course, this is not necessary, it is impossible for them to rush out of here anyway. As for Frei, it's even better. Even if they want to leave here now, no one will stop them.

Before thinking, Frey and others had started. Those aristocrats are youths who don't bother to eat these. What precious and delicious food do they usually eat? How can I admire this rough hot pot.

"Well, it's spicy ... cool!"

"It's delicious, transparent! It's better to have a bite!"

"I rub, skinny monkey, you dare to grab me!"

...

At this time, the charm of hot pot is still huge. Re-cooking cooking methods, such a heavy taste ... everything made these northern men start to involuntarily shake their arms to grab the food in the pot.

Those aristocratic young people who were unwilling to eat first, looked at Frey and they grabbed the "entertainment show" so hot that they couldn't help looking at it more.

"A hunk is a hunk. Haven't eaten delicious food in a lifetime." During the talk, a noble young man raised his knife and fork gracefully. "I'll try it first, and I'll tell you the real deliciousness ... uh?"

The aristocratic youth chewed the food in his mouth, his face became a little strange, seemed to vomit, and seemed reluctant, hesitated for a moment, and finally swallowed.

"How?" Asked the aristocratic youth.

"Well, that's it, but that's it!" The aristocratic youth said slowly, but the movements on his hands did not stop, and he continued to fork into the rolling pot.

Uh ... the aristocratic youths looked at each other, and at last they raised their forks.

"Oh, this tastes good. It's like, it's like ..."

"Gold caviar bursts in your mouth!"

"Yeah, that's how it feels."

Clang, clang, clang ... A sound of metal knife and fork collision sounded.

"Huh ... just for this fire, hot pot? Well, it's not wrong to join the Grey Army!" Frei Yang exhaled a sigh of sigh and said with emotion.

Huh ... Tang En shook his head and chuckled ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It was a joke to join the gray army for hot pot, but Tang En was very excited to hear Frei's willingness now.

"Well, Arthur ... Oh, Brother Tang En is here too, come on, taste the hot pot!" Frey hurriedly saw Tang En standing in the distance.

Uh ... Johsia jumped in her heart and quickly looked up.

Tang En just happened to look over. The two eyes were opposite, and their bodies were shocked. Then Tang En touched his nose, and Josiah buried her blushing face behind the mist.

The scene from yesterday came to mind at the same time.

"Brother Tang En, why are you still standing there? I wipe, you cubs haven't left ... uh, be careful!" Frey, who was greeting, suddenly changed her face and said j 示 ng loudly.

Tang En, who was walking here, was in a stunned moment, and a roar came from behind him.

"Tang, you return my uncle's life!" (To be continued ...)