Ultra-dimensional Star Master

He didn't want to shed tears of pain one day because of his powerlessness, and regret and blame himself for wasting his time.

We can only persist every day, work hard, work hard, and work hard again!

Okay, so positive energy.

Changkoukou was dragging his feet slowly, and he didn't know what he was doing.

He was very nervous and desperate because of the words on the inner wall:

Kill him!

However, the person who was sitting on the chair and trying to "kill him" was stepped on and vomited blood, and it was seen that he would not live long.

Will he be stronger than that little fat guy?

of course.

This time it was his turn to sneer. In terms of cooking skills, it had to be said that the little fat man's talent was unique. Although he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed a little bit behind.

He understands and is willing to lower his profile and put himself in a "learning" position.

This is very easy to operate, and many times, he even feels the pleasure of moving out to eat a tiger.

Yes, people these days like to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers. There are so many benefits. It is a must-have for the protagonist or the treacherous villain.

Lowering other people's defenses, grabbing more benefits, secretly having fun doing nothing, plus the exhilarating feeling of being slapped in the face, it's like eating some kind of white powder that you can't stop at all.

Especially when you bake them into a flatbread, roll everything up, and have a cup of soy milk...

Hey, why am I a little hungry?

Sure enough, these legs are very attractive.

"Hey, do you want some to try my skills?"

Changkoukou still has such confidence. For decades, he has been honing his skills almost abnormally for one goal.

It's not a chef's skill, it's a fighting skill.

If Xiaopang's cooking skills are slightly better than him, his fighting ability can surpass Xiaopang eight times on the Champs Elysées.

There is no comparison at all as to whether sex is good or not.

To kill someone, you have to rely on professionals.

Over the years, none of the people he wanted to kill could jump to the next moment in front of his eyes, and neither could Crayfish.

Of course, he's not some spicy crayfish killer.

He is a real member of the ancient killer organization on the mainland.

Codename "Lone Star".

His father, mother, grandmother, sister... all of his household registers were really dead.

Those who do bad things will be cursed to death.

The victim's family prays to the gods every day to punish this beast.

Even if the family is wiped out, there will be people who have no shit in their minds to do it for them:

If there is no retribution in heaven and earth, there must be selfishness in the universe!

He didn't believe in kindness, compassion, justice... he turned his back on all these things that lead people to do good.

Look, am I not living well?

As long as you have strength in this world, many people with Stockholm tendencies will gather under your crotch...

Unlike a new two-dimensional mage like Xiaopang, he was already a two-dimensional mage when he killed his first person ten years ago.

But now, by cultivating both internal and external aspects and cultivating one's character, we are only one step away from the third dimension.

More importantly, as a killer, he has a strong ability to hide his strength, and can still play the role of the Yangcun village chief the moment before showing his fangs.

Things in this world have to be pretended, and you have to pretend them all until you even believe them.

Even if I follow the fat brother who thinks he is extraordinary, even if he follows the cold and pouty Brother Youqi——

I actually tolerated these two little brats as my brothers for so long, and my cultivation has improved again. I really admire myself.

He gently sliced ​​a piece of barbecue and put it into his mouth, and gently licked the living charcoal knife with the tip of his tongue...

hiss--

It feels so good, and I can listen to the cries of the souls surrounding it every time, haha.

This knife was his important partner as a killer. He had once gained fame in the dark world, and he suppressed them by force.

A killer must be low-key and low-key.

He kills people at night and chops vegetables during the day. He has persisted all this time, not because he is determined, but because he likes it. In his opinion, this kind of thing is a very happy and enjoyable thing.

He gently cut off another piece of roast meat and put it in his mouth to chew. Alas, after the meat was roasted, it no longer had the original taste.

Especially freshly cut. It is said that some countries like to eat sashimi. What does sashimi mean?

A sinister smile appeared on his lips.

Kill him?

Great, this is exactly what I expected. While the guy lying on the ground with blood spurting out of wounds is still alive, show him how to kill people!

There is no essential difference between this and a chef who kills chickens and ducks.

Now let me tell you, little fat man, there is an essential difference between the two of us. I am a greater chef. I am a man who uses all living creatures as ingredients and stands at the top of the food chain.

How easy is it to kill someone?

It only takes a moment to open your eyes!

He waved his hand gently, and a green light illuminated the eyes of all the melon eaters who were not bright at first.

"Xiao Zhang's flying knife, the rule is: if you use it every time you hit it, it doesn't happen in vain."

Two-dimensional regular surface? There is no need at all. When I was a one-dimensional mage, I had already surpassed the level and killed many useless two-dimensional mage. After I became a master, not many people could force me out of my two-dimensional realm.

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His eyes finally couldn't hide the disgust, jealousy, and crazy hatred for the world.

His perversion and madness are only revealed when he wields the knife. Normally, he is like the boy next door.

At this moment, Ivey was secreting adrenaline like crazy, his brain was already on red alert, his soul was frightened, his heart was pounding, and at this moment, he felt the fear of death.

The next moment, something suppressed the fear.

It’s not the model catkins living in the city of sin, it’s not the agile super artifact Sun and Moon Shuttle, it’s not the mysterious high-dimensional creature Elegant Butterfly, it’s not the journey through the black hole of the soul that comes with its own golden key...

It is a sword, a sword that Ivey is not familiar with at all. It has only been carried for a few days. It has no ownership, only the right to use it. The best newcomer, without a doubt, is this one——

Green silk sword.

It jumped into Ivey's hand, and with an instinctive wave, it suddenly accelerated, seeming to transcend time and space, cutting off all the bonds of fate, leaving only one fetter - Lin Mingmei's green silk... sword.

This sword shines like a morning star, just like the beautiful girl looking back and smiling.

Ding!

The green light was cut into two pieces!

How can it be?

Changkoukou was so shocked that his eyes nearly popped out.

The rhythm of the next attack was completely disrupted.

Well, there is actually no attack rhythm next.

With this sword, Ivey has surpassed 99% of the assassins, who are usually taken away in one wave.

There are also some who are stubborn, have tenacious vitality, or are extremely lucky, and they stop at the second wave.

Changkou Kou's key harvest: the sure-kill two-dimensional super magic.