At present, I am tired of working as a thief, and I earn 10,000 yuan a month in the imperial capital, which is just enough for basic expenses, and it is completely impossible to buy a house in the imperial capital of 50,000 or 60,000 square meters.

So I want to fight and see if I can spell out a cash prize of one million by words, so that I can have a one-bedroom down payment, so that Dongguo can also have a home of its own!

Of course, it's just thinking about it at the moment, after all, if you open another book, the east pot will be three opens...... It's too hard...... ）

When Lu Yifan walked out of the sea, the black fire behind him had burned out.

Lu Yifan's face was as gloomy as water, he raised his head and looked at the starry sky at night:

"The Miyamoto family, the world's top killer organization, the four kings and one emperor of the killer world, you will pay a terrible price for underestimating my Difu Heavenly Monarch Lu Yifan!"

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Inside a seaside villa in Koto.

Eight middle-aged men in black robes were gathered around a round table, discussing something.

"What did you say? King Arthur was killed by Lu Yifan's men, and he kidnapped a meat slave in front of you?"

A black-robed man raised his head, and two rays of blood came out of his eyes, enveloping a knight of the round table.

For a moment, the Knight of the Round Table felt as if his soul had been choked by a large, invisible hand.

The pain of soul suffocation was indescribable, the corner of the man's mouth was drooling, his eyes were staring, and in a moment, a translucent soul ran out of his mouth and was directly sucked away by the red light released from the black-robed man's eyes!

The rest of the Knights of the Round Table slayer trembled with terror and fell to their knees pleading.

"Azazler, you're hitting too hard, aren't you?" said a black-robed man who was shrouded in mist.

"It's useless waste, it's better to let his soul be my nourishment!" the black-robed man named Azazel snorted coldly.

"It's our slave, if you kill all the slaves, who will do the rough work in Huaxia?

"Okay, okay, you two stop arguing!"

The black-robed man at the head snorted coldly, and Azazler and the black-robed man in the mist instantly didn't dare to speak.

"The leader sent the eight of us here to take down Lu Yifan in one fell swoop!

Now that he has failed to win Lu Yifan, he has lost the award of King Arthur, what does this make other killer organizations think?

This field must be recovered!"

The black-robed man led by him pulled down his hat, revealing a withered face like a skeleton, his eyes slowly turned, and he looked at the sea in the distance and said lightly: "Let's personally kill the man named Tie Niu and take back the meat slave!"

We can't let the other killer groups underestimate us. ”

This person is none other than the head of the eight Satan-level fallen angels of the Knights of the Round Table, Samael, nicknamed the "Angel of Death"!

Unfortunately, Samael didn't know that it was tonight's Roundtable meeting that ruined the bright future of the Knights of the Round Table Killers.

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For the next few days, Lu Yifanquan acted as if he had never seen the gun god Link, and he ate, drank and had fun in Jiangdong City every day, and did not practice.

Let the killers who came to assassinate know Lu Yifan's whereabouts thoroughly.

Four days later, Lu Yifan stood on the Jiangdong Pearl Tower, which had been built again, and looked at the lights of thousands of homes in Jiangdong City.

muttered in his mouth: "It's time to hunt!", you are lonely, and the young lady warms you with a movie