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Nan Xian Ge handed the miniature communicator to the official seat, put one on himself, adjusted the signal a little, and returned to his room after confirming that it was correct.

After bunching your hair up and making sure it won't be easily fluffed, change into a slightly loose turtleneck sweater and a black trench coat that reaches your knees to make sure your figure isn't easily outlined, start applying makeup.

Half an hour later, a girl with eyebrows, eyes, and facial features that were extremely delicate when viewed separately in the small mirror looked like she had been kissed by God, but when such delicate and perfect facial features were placed on the palm-sized melon seed face, she was just an ordinary girl with a public face, and people couldn't remember any characteristics at all after seeing it.

Nan Xian Ge picked up the black half-face mask on the bed and put it on gently.

It was a pure black body, but if you look closely, you will find that it is simply outlined, delicate and light, but it cannot be extinguished, petal after petal, one after another, blood-red poppies.

Looking at his strange self in the mirror, Nan Xiange's perfectly thin lips under the mask hooked up a touch of blood.

On the other side, the white dove also put on a pure white half-face mask after simple makeup, and on closer inspection, you can also see the silver-white dove on the mask that is lightly outlined, and the slightest feather is clearly visible.

Looking at the ordinary and a little weird young man in the mirror, the tip of the scarlet tongue licked the corners of his lips, and the peach blossom eyes under the mask were full of blood red, but there was no trace of enchantment.

"Let's go!" came the girl's cold and indifferent voice from the communicator in her ear.

Picking up the hot weapon on the table and the silver needle he usually used to put on his body, the white dove turned around and closed the door neatly and left, and then, even the sound of footsteps disappeared in the empty corridor, and only a black fluttering corner of clothes remained in the air.

Outside the base camp where the Ryoko group was located, Nanxian Ge leaned against a large tree large enough to cover her figure, and climbed to the center of the canopy with two or three light strokes, and silently gazed through the dense branches and leaves at the luxurious and prosperous high-class accommodation area as usual.

"Okay, Aoki Xiaoming has left, and I haven't found the tracker for the time being!" the official seat's hoarse voice was still sultry after deliberately lowering it.

"Find a place to hide around, pay attention to safety, and contact at any time if there is any change!" Nan Xiange's emotionless eyes stared at the guards who were preparing to leave not far away, and after explaining, his figure flashed, and the big tree was empty, except for the rustle of leaves after the evening breeze blew.

Lisuo wiped off the neck of a dark guard with a dagger, Nan Xiange cut off one of his thumbs at will, and gently put him down in the dark night and touched his neck with his equally bleeding hand, so that the blood on his neck and hands flowed silently to the ground without making a sound, and then randomly twisted out a blood-red poppy flower and placed it next to the corpse, and the strong but not faint aroma on it temporarily covered the rusty smell of blood.

The cat is as flexible and light as it avoids the eyes of all the guards, and there is no infrared sensor after entering the yard, so it is much easier to just enter the blind spot of the surveillance.

Nan Xian Ge pushed open the door of room five without perceiving the sound of clear breathing, and quickly flashed in, not surprisingly not seeing anyone.

According to the news here, this is just a place for Aoki Xiaomingguan who has been tied up by him and has not been trained well or has a use value, and he probably hasn't been looked at here at any time to understand his daily life and personality habits.

In the dark room, the sound of his breathing was as low as possible, becoming faint and long, and Nanxian Ge squatted down and touched the slightly concave place under the low table and pressed it gently.

The floor beside him parted silently, and Nanxian Ge quickly dodged in.

The floor closed quietly again as she entered.

Behind the nine stairs, there is a flat floor, and only after walking a little further can you see a faint light.

Nan Xian Ge turned sideways and looked coldly at the two blonde women who were tightly bound by ropes under the bright light.

Two, in addition to the one on the mission, she happened to know the other one.

The youngest daughter of a governor of country M.

Looking at their appearance, there was no other emotion except for a little panic, probably because of their identity interests, Aoki Xiaoming did not do anything to them.

Nan Xian Ge did not notice the sound of other people's breathing and the surveillance camera, and slowly walked in front of the two.

"Who are you?If you let us go, my father will pay you a lot of money!" The subject of this mission timidly glanced at Nan Xian Ge, who was dressed in strange clothes, and the desire to survive prompted her to pluck up her courage.

"Lovely ladies, be obedient, be quiet, otherwise the consequences will be serious......" fluent English like a local, the deep and gentle voice slowly came from the perfect lip flap, different from the cold and indifferent voice of Nanxian Song in the past, but with a sweet and ancient and elegant taste like red wine from another world, which made people indulge in it.

In the surprised and surprised eyes of the two, Nan Xiange's wrist flipped and the dagger swiped lightly.

Cut the rope tied to the girl of country D, cut off the corner of her clothes in her surprised gaze, and stuffed it into the mouth of another woman who was tied up without mercy.

The woman stared at her in horror, but Nanxian Ge only smiled lightly, with an indescribable elegance like a cello being played: "Stay here for a while, wait for me, and if you are still alive when I come back, I will take you out." ”

Satisfied with the woman's neat dress without a strap, Nanxian Ge asked her to keep up with her.

In the closed basement, Nanxian Ge didn't know that the communicator was silent when the official seat saw Aoki Xiaoming, who had gone and returned, urgently contacting her.

After trying to communicate without a reply, the official seat squinted his peach blossom eyes, and finally made a decision when Aoki Xiaoming got out of the car.

The silver needle shot quickly to solve the driver who had just gotten out of the car and a few guards, and it was not surprising to see Aoki Xiaoming keenly dodge the three silver needles and quickly disappear in the shadows.

Turning his gaze away from the few fallen corpses, he was alert to any part of his body that might be attacked.

Suddenly threw out the silver needle and stabbed the long sword towards his shoulder, lightly turned his body to avoid the sharp sword wind, and grabbed his wrist diagonally forward, intending to grab Aoki Xiaoming's wrist holding the sword and knock down his long sword.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Aoki Xiaoming looked at his movements with disdain, his fingertips moved quickly, and the long sword that was originally piercing the air was full of killing intent after pulling a sharp sword flower, and quickly stabbed into the outstretched arm of the official seat from the bottom to the top.

With a flash of his eyes, the official stepped on the body of the car on the side in an instant, and after kicking, he retreated with his strength, narrowly avoiding a sword that was enough to pierce his arm.

So after Nanxian Ge quietly killed a lot of people with hostages, what he saw behind the wall was that the official seat and Aoki Xiaoming were inseparable, and the official seat was suppressed by Aoki Xiaoming a little bit because of the weapon, which seemed to be dangerous.

Stretched out her slender fingers and gently touched the soft lips of the woman beside her, signaling her to be quiet.

Then he took the dagger that was still stained with blood in his hand and played silently while leisurely watching the fight between the official seat and Aoki Xiaoming.

Tsk, you still need to keep honing, even if you are strong enough, but not the strongest, you will still be slashed.

As long as he is killed, no matter how difficult it is to kill, he will eventually lose his meaning at the moment of death.

Therefore, the master may have fun again after going back......

Thinking about it with two hearts, his eyes never left the two of them.

When Aoki Xiaoming disappeared into the air again with a sly smile, Nanxian Ge's eyes sharpened.

"Retreat!" Nan Xian Ge snorted softly, and his figure immediately flashed out to take the place of the official seat, and he stabbed into the air with a wave of his hand behind him.

Countless blood marks were drawn on the official seat, and after finally sounding the cold voice of Nanxian Song in his ears, he subconsciously retreated quickly, and then saw the girl wearing a windbreaker that covered her body in her place, and gritted her teeth unwillingly after taking a breath of relief.

still has to be protected by her, he has been working hard in his spare time, and in the end he is still weak and has to be protected by her......

In this case, how can I stand in front of her and tell her what I think, how can I kill other people and successfully defend her?

The official seat watched with calm eyes as Nan Xiange easily blocked a blow, and began to fight back ruthlessly, with strange and dazzling steps under his feet, he easily succeeded in cutting a bloody wound on Aoki Xiaoming.

The silver needles between the fingers were held fiercely, and then released, except for the crescent blood marks left by the nails in the palm of the palm and the three terrifying needle eyes, the silver needles between the fingers had already been bent and deformed.

When Nanxian Ge pierced Aoki Xiaoming's waist with a dagger, he was keenly aware of Aoki Xiaoming's rising anger and killing intent in an instant, and his eyelids jumped fiercely, and the man who was her opponent turned out to be ...... Ninja level!

With a light snort, he quickly retreated after shaking the dagger.

Nanxian Ge made a hard note in his heart to the markus of country D.

Human ninja, due to the elusive and terrifying lethality of ninjutsu, so the martial artist of the human ninja level is already enough to rank among the ranks of super masters, if not...... I'm afraid that if the official seat is here today, I will pay enough price!

Nan Xian Ge clenched the dagger dripping with blood and a terrifying cold light in his hand, and breathed steadily to make it weak, his heart was as calm as water, and his heart was as cold as ice.

The tips of his ears moved slightly, catching the sound of the air being cut at a rapid pace, and with a soft and rapid bend back, Aoki Komei's long sword grazed the top of his abdomen.

The right foot was raised and kicked at Aoki Xiaoming, who was leaning over and piercing the air, the soft sole had a shocking power, and Aoki Xiaoming just narrowly avoided this kick that was not light, but his body slammed down.

Nan Xian Ge stood up straight, hooked a cold smile, and threw the dagger in his hand at him, the snow-white and cold blade swept through the air, gently brushing his throat, and when he made a crisp and beautiful sound after landing, Aoki Xiaoming's throat gradually showed a trace of extremely fine blood.