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In the room, there was a strange voice faintly, accompanied by some familiar Japanese, Qin Ling's consciousness swept away, and he understood, this was watching a small movie, and the two of them were watching it attentively, and there was no master's demeanor.

"Click!" With a bang, Qin Ling directly pushed open the door and dodged in.

"You...... How did you get up? Hey? No, I heard you enter the house of those two old women, and it was over so quickly? What are you here to do? A man turned his head and asked in a chattering voice.

"Huh? No, there's a voice down there, why don't we know when you go upstairs? The other man's face changed, and his eyes shot a look of vigilance.

Qin Ling suddenly stiffened his back, turned out the soul bell like electricity, and shook it lightly, and suddenly, the two of them were in severe pain, and their spirits were in a trance, and they were about to cry out in pain subconsciously.

But as the cultivation deepened, Qin Ling swung out a palm, and an invisible energy flew away, and the two of them only felt that their mouths and noses were stagnant, and they couldn't make any sound, taking advantage of this short opportunity, Qin Ling stepped forward again, clicked, and pinched a person's throat.

The other person's face suddenly showed a look of fear, and his body fell, clearly about to fall to the ground and make a sound, how could Qin Ling let him get his wish, lift his feet, and secretly luck his true qi, instantly broke his meridians, and then pinched his throat and twisted it off.

Both of them are S-level peaks, and their souls are still very solid, Qin Ling shook the soul bell again, and two wisps of white smoke were inhaled into it, turning into the nourishment of this ghost dao magic weapon, but unfortunately, the soul bell has just been moisturized and cannot be used continuously.

Qin Ling secretly said that it was a pity, and looked at the two of them carefully, one of them had a relatively thin face, although it was not like himself, but it was okay to be thin, so he cut off his face, cleaned it, and put it on his face, and then put the body into the kingdom of God, and tried his posture again, and walked to the third room.

He did not hide the sound of his footsteps, nor did he hesitate, he pushed the door in, put his hands on his chest, as if carrying a treasure, and there were two people in the room, one lying on the bed and pretending to sleep, and the other meditating cross-legged.

Qin Ling imitated the words he only heard, lowered his voice and smiled softly: "Come here, there are good things." As he spoke, he looked mysteriously into his arms.

The two of them were puzzled, but they still got up, and at the moment of departure, Qin Ling pinched it in his hand, and two ice arrows were shot out in an instant, and he summoned a boning sharp knife, slashing at one of them!

For the vast majority of martial arts people, the sudden appearance of two ice picks about a foot long out of thin air is simply sensational, and there is a moment of shock, that is, this shock has eased down, and the opportunity has been lost.

The first person faced the ice pick that shot at all, he didn't know what to do, he didn't even think of opening his mouth to call, but he instinctively slashed with one palm, his body flashed, and he tried to dodge, but a knife flashed, and from the shoulder, he was split into two pieces obliquely, and the other person relieved himself, knowing that he was no longer spared, and was about to scream, when suddenly a sharp pain came from his mind, and a shocking stab forced him to swallow the pain cry alive, and his body staggered.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qin Ling's arm swelled, pinched his throat, pinched it violently, and with a click, his throat bone was broken, and he was killed.

Both men did not make a sound until they died.

Qin Ling has a very strange feeling, he seems to be quite suitable to be a killer, there are terrifying thorns, there are soul bells, this is indeed the only weapon for assassination, but he doesn't have any uncomfortable feelings, cultivator Changsheng asked, all those who stand in the way can be killed, never ask about the means, to talk about no bottom and no discipline, cultivators should far surpass martial arts people.

With this mentality, Qin Ling quickly cleaned up the house, hid his footsteps again, and approached Huang Jiechen's bedroom.

This eldest young master has not slept yet, and is in a video with a young model, Qin Ling unscrewed the door, in the end, it was wasted, and the hearing response decreased not a little, Huang Jiechen did not find that there was an extra person in the room.

It wasn't until the camera was crushed by Qin Ling that Huang Jiechen came back to his senses and turned his head to look.

"You...... What are you here to do? Huang Juechen asked dissatisfiedly.

Qin Ling didn't talk nonsense with him, pinched his neck, clicked, and returned to the west with another life.

Killing Huang Jiechen is the easiest, after all, he is an ordinary person, Qin Ling put the corpse into the Kingdom of God, touched Huang Wenzong's bedroom again, and then swept it away with his divine sense.

The husband and wife are like old couples for many years, sleeping back to back, never close to each other, and living in the same bed with different dreams.

Qin Ling was inexplicably in a trance, what if he loved to death and lived, the years can erase everything, in fact, thinking about it carefully, how much he wants to say about Ming Qiuyue, I'm afraid it may not be, more is unwilling and hateful, as if his own toy was taken away.

Thinking of this, Qin Ling's last concern for Ming Qiuyue was finally broken, although he felt a little lost in his heart, but he was more relaxed, and he unloaded a burden that was pressing on his heart.

'The autumn breeze has blown without a trace, the winter snow has turned into spring and come again, only sighing that this feeling has become a memory, and since then we have seen each other like strangers! I don't know whose poem it is, maybe it was inspired by feelings, Qin Ling chanted silently, and slammed the door open.

"Who!" Huang Wenzong just opened his eyes vigilantly, and he felt a gust of wind blowing in his face, forcing him to no longer make a sound, so he could only kick it out of instinct, but it was a pain in his chest, and his strength passed away like a tide, and when he looked down again, a boning knife was inserted into his heart.

"You...... It's not ......" Huang Wenzong looked at the black shadow standing in front of him, and reluctantly said a few words, then tilted his head and died of anger.

Qin Ling ingested the kingdom of God with the knife and the corpse, and looked at Huang Wenzong's wife.

This woman seemed to already know what was going on, her body with her back to her trembled violently, and even her long hair was fluctuating, obviously terrified, but Qin Ling had no pity for her, grabbed her shoulder, and pulled her over.

"No...... Don't kill me, I beg you, I'll give you whatever you want, I'll give it to you now, you see, I'm not old, my kung fu is very good, I can make you very happy, come on, ask me. This woman was very decisive, pulled her pajamas, and completely exposed her upper body in front of Qin Ling.

Indeed, her figure is not bad, she should be big, she should be thin, she doesn't look like a woman who has given birth, but unfortunately, Qin Ling only glanced at it, and her gaze did not change.

"I ...... I know Huang Wenzong's small treasury, worth hundreds of millions, if you let me go, I will give it all to you, including myself, maybe you don't look down on me, but you can be your slave girl, just please let me go, I swear, tonight's matter, I will never say it to a third person, nor will I hate you, please. Seeing that the seduction didn't have much effect, the woman hurriedly changed her words, and even hit the snake with the stick, and pressed the white and soft chest tightly to Qin Ling's arm, rubbing it back and forth, and observing nervously.

Qin Ling smiled coldly: "I advise you to think less, I am not interested in middle-aged and elderly women." "Yes, it was a tug, and the woman's other arm stretched under the pillow was dragged out, and a gun was thrown away!