As he spoke, the Tata dwarf assassin picked up a long dagger and rushed towards Christine, and the Tatar dwarf assassin brought an afterimage with him as he sprinted, so you can imagine how fast he was. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhuo Mingjun didn't have time to react, and watched as the short Tata assassin crossed by his side, raised his dagger and stabbed Christine in the heart.

And at this moment, Christine's eyes shrank, her arms were wrapped around her chest, and her pink mouth recited a spell, just when the tip of the dagger was still an inch away from her chest, Christine's eyes suddenly widened, and she whispered: "Ning!" ”

A magic array suddenly appeared under her feet, and a transparent halo spread all over Christine's body, only to hear a "ding" dagger stabbing fiercely on the milky white halo.

The short assassin of the Tata clan froze for a moment, looking at the halo on Christine's body and felt incredible, but the sound of the wind behind his head made him not have time to think about it, and he jumped to the side with his feet kicked, and then with the help of the alley wall, he kicked his feet again, and landed firmly behind Zhuo Mingjun.

At this time, Zhuo Mingjun was maintaining a forward throwing posture, and when the short Tata assassin passed by him just now, Zhuo Mingjun immediately woke up from his stunned state, then picked up a brick on the ground and threw it behind him.

As he threw the bricks, the dwarf Tata assassin had already stabbed the long dagger into the milky halo released by Christine.

The bricks thrown out by Zhuo Mingjun smashed Christine's milky halo like a cannonball, and only a "bang......" sound could be heard in his ears, and Christine snorted and took a few steps backwards before stopping.

Zhuo Mingjun looked at Christine's pale face, and his eyes showed a resentful look, scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "I didn't mean to!" ”

"This king remembers!" Christine bit her lip and raised her small chin and said coldly to Zhuo Mingjun.

"I really didn't mean to......" Zhuo Mingjun looked at Christine's unkind face and continued to argue.

"This king doesn't believe it!" Christine turned her head angrily and didn't listen to Zhuo Mingjun's explanation.

The sound of the prop piercing into the leather of the "poof......" prop sounded in Zhuo Mingjun's writing, making him swallow the words back into his stomach, and he turned his head to look at the long dagger that was already half submerged behind him, and looked at the sinister face of the short assassin of the Tata clan.

"You don't fucking play your cards by the rules!" Zhuo Mingjun roared loudly.

"Humph!" The short Tata assassin glanced at Zhuo Mingjun with disdain, and then stabbed the long dagger a few more points with both hands.

Where can Zhuo Mingjun fight, let alone fight between life and death, he and the Tata dwarf assassin are not of the same magnitude at all, one is an otaku who lives in a peaceful world and usually doesn't even step on an ant.

The other lives in the world of swords and sorcery, living a life of licking blood from the edge of the knife every day, and the creed at the moment is only one hit, no matter what you are doing, you can attack as long as the time is right.

And Zhuo Mingjun is still naïve, everyone will think like a gentleman, waiting for the opponent back and forth when you speak, and then throwing out the white gloves to fight, that is the scene in the play, not the life and death struggle in reality.

The short Tata assassin saw that Zhuo Mingjun did not suffer as much as he imagined, nor did he die as he imagined, and stared at him fiercely with a pair of eyes, and still scolded him for being despicable and shameless.

This made this Tata assassin who was accustomed to seeing life and death stunned, this is the case, he had already stabbed the poisonous long dagger into this person's heart, why did he not have a little thing, just in this stunned kung fu.

Zhuo Mingjun struck a backhand elbow on the Tata Assassin's wrinkled green face, and the severe pain forced the Tata Assassin to give up the long dagger in his hand and quickly get out of the range of Zhuo Mingjun's attack.

Zhuo Mingjun watched the Tata assassin retreat to his previous position, and then pulled out the long dagger behind him very awkwardly, looking at the black and solidified blood stains on the dagger, a wave of anger rose in his heart.

"Zhuo, kill him!" It was Christine's indifferent voice that sounded from behind Zhuo Mingjun.

"Yes, I know!" Zhuo Mingjun threw the long dagger to the ground fiercely, and then spat on the dagger, expressing his extreme dissatisfaction.

Then the Tata assassin, who was looking at all this coldly, laughed, and said with a gloomy smile: "My queen, why did you sign such a waste, hehe, it seems that I have earned this bounty." ”

The Tata assassin finally figured out why Zhuo Mingjun didn't die, because he learned a piece of information from his employer, this queen can only use a magic called the contract of the dead, and then the person in front of him may be the necromantic monster resurrected by the queen through the contract of kings.

The Tata Assassin's grim playfulness was revealed, and the look in Zhuo Mingjun's eyes no longer looked like a person, but an object, or even a dead person.

Zhuo Mingjun hated the look in the eyes of the Tata assassins, and he remembered that he was an undead. So he swore that he would knock the damn green-skinned monkey to his stomach and make him kneel and beg for mercy.

Zhuo Mingjun didn't think about killing him, because today is a society governed by the rule of law, and he won't do it when he kills people and sells goods, but can the situation in front of him really be as he wants, obviously he can't.

"An undead, a half-magician, oops, this money is really easy to make." The Tata assassin rubbed his fingers excitedly, and for some reason he just wanted to say, wanting to see the panicked expression of the originally proud queen.

"Whose undead are you abominable green-skinned monkey talking about?" Zhuo Mingjun picked up another brick on the ground and said.

"Green-skinned monkeys?" The Tata Assassin's eyes shrank suddenly, he hated it most when others said that he was a green-skinned monkey, the person who used to say that he was a green-skinned monkey was already under the dagger, and now this humble undead even said that he was a green-skinned monkey, which made the Tata Assassin unbearable.

"You're looking for death!" The Tata Assassin swung the only long dagger he had left, and rushed towards Zhuo Mingjun with a hard kick of his feet.

The Tata assassin brought up an afterimage, and just as Zhuo Mingjun thought that the long dagger would pierce his body again, the afterimage suddenly turned in the air, and with the help of the rebound force of the alley wall, jumped directly behind him.

The target of the Tata Assassin was not himself, but Christine behind him, and from the beginning, after the Tata Assassin knew that he was an undead, he did not plan to attack him again, but used words to confuse himself, making him think that the next attack was himself, so meticulous and scheming.

Zhuo Mingjun was too late to rescue, and the long dagger stabbed on Christine's milky white halo with a "ding" sound, and the halo at this time was no longer as bright as before, but became dim, and seemed to dissipate at the slightest touch.

"Hehe, the queen is dead!" The Tata Assassins knew that the Queen only knew that one spell and no other spells, and that the protective aura on Long Zhuo's body might just be a talisman item.

The energy of amulets like this is limited, and as long as the attack strength and number of attacks are sufficient, they will shatter and disappear.

One, two, three, four, the Tata assassin took advantage of Zhuo Mingjun's lack of time to fight back, desperately speeding up the work in his hand and attacking.

Just when the Tata assassin was about to stab for the fifth time, he felt a tingling in the back of his head, and then a sound of breaking the air came to his ears, and the Tata assassin immediately put away his dagger and jumped out.

Christine was smashed by the bricks and took four or five steps back, and then slammed into the wall of the cul-de-sac behind her, and Christine's protective halo disappeared in this second impact.

Zhuo Mingjun looked at the disappearing halo on Christine's body stupidly, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "I didn't mean to. ”

"Humble undead, you're taking revenge!" Christine was also angry, crossed her hands on her waist, and then pointed at Zhuo Mingjun and began to scold.

The protective halo was not pierced by the Tata assassins, but was smashed by the two bricks that Zhuo Mingjun mistakenly said to throw out, which has to be said to be an oolong incident, and the possible consequence of such an oolong incident is death.

"Haha...... Hahahaha...... Under the power of the undead, who is the opponent of our Tata clan! The Tata Assassin crouched on the wall of the alley and couldn't help but laugh as he watched the farce unfold below.

This attack was actually a conspiracy of the Tata Assassins, who knew that the Queen's protective halo could not be broken by himself, and the first time the undead threw out the bricks smashed on top of the halo, the Queen's protective halo showed signs of disappearing.

And after his careful calculation, he felt that as long as he let this undead throw a brick with that strength and smash it on the protective halo again, he could make the already crumbling protective halo disappear, so he abandoned the assassination of the undead and continued to assassinate the queen.

His plan could not be described as imperfect, and if he encountered such an undead who could not do any combat skills, he only knew the savage power bestowed by his talent, and he had to make the Tata Assassin feel that this assassination was a very easy and pleasant thing.

As it was, the Tata Assassin couldn't hide his excitement at the thought of the large bounty he was about to receive, so he talked a lot, which was a bad habit of the Tatars, and that was arrogance.

"Christine, I really didn't mean to......" Zhuo Mingjun ignored the sneering Tata assassin on the wall, and continued to explain to Christine.

"You idiot! I'm dead, and you won't live......" Christine didn't scold enough, but pointed at Zhuo Mingjun and continued to yell.

"What then?" As soon as Zhuo Mingjun heard that Christine was dead, he was going to die again, he was already dead, but why did he have to die again, this matter was very serious, and he had to solve it.

"Use your natural abilities...... You idiot! Christine said hurriedly as he looked at the Tata Assassin standing on the wall chattering and laughing.

"I still have natural abilities?" Zhuo Mingjun picked up another brick from the ground and looked at the Tata assassin vigilantly.

"With your mind, feel your heart, feel what's in your head." Christine said with hatred that iron is not made of steel.

"Holy, mind! Why don't you say by willpower? Zhuo Mingjun replied subconsciously.

"Two useless wastes, let's die!" The Tata assassin looked at the two of them arguing below, and he didn't want to wait any longer, so he jumped down from the wall of the exchange, and stabbed Christine in the heart with the dagger in his hand.

"Hurry up and think about it!" Christine shouted anxiously as he watched the Tata Assassin's dagger approach little by little.

"Graveyard ......" Suddenly, Zhuo Mingjun's eyes lit up, and with his body as the origin, a semicircular yellow transparent film swelled, and the three people in the alley disappeared in an instant.