"Indeed, that kind of untechnical thing is not suitable for a quiet girl like you. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Zhou Jianjun said sincerely.

But this feeling seems to be satirized, but looking at his sincere and melancholy eyes, whether it is sarcastic or not...... Let's hurry up and say exactly.

"What kind of assessment is it?"

"It's very simple, that is, to kill an official ability, Zhou Xiaohong, Wang Zhen's grandmother. She usually lives in a simple house, and she has bodyguards with combat abilities by her side, so it is difficult to attack them. ”

"Bodyguards of combat abilities. So her ability must be a troublesome secondary ability, right? Zhai Eighteen Niang said.

"You're right, her ability is to see at a glance the most vulnerable points of any object, and you can understand it as a death hole in martial arts. And she is a very cultivated martial arts master, even if she is old now, she can still attack incredible places with tricky angles in sudden situations. Zhou Jianjun explained, "If the blow is not successful, flee immediately." ”

"It's dangerous to have a combat ability she uses." Zhai Eighteen Niang pondered, "Will the death hole move?" ”

"I don't know. The organization had tentative attacks on the battlefield, and they all died. ”

"Honest answers." Zhai Eighteen Niang raised her head and drank all the coffee in one gulp.

"If I can complete the assassination of the unthinkable, will I be used?"

"Of course, the Holy Protector will report everything to the Sect Master, and the Sect Master likes young talents the most."

Zhai Eighteen Niang held the empty jar in her hand, lowered her head, and said sadly: "If I accidentally die, will you be sad?" ”

Zhou Jianjun was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Please don't be careless." ”

"Then give me the information, shall you? Zhou Xiaohong, this name with a sense of the times, you must have investigated the strangers around her very clearly, tell me, right? The eighteenth lady of the house raised her head violently.

Okay, that's meant to tell you anyway. Zhou Jianjun told the other things in detail to the eighteen mothers of the house.

"The above is Zhou Xiaohong's bodyguard who often rotates around him, but the most troublesome thing is this, Wang Tieshi." Zhou Jianjun took out a photo and handed it to the eighteenth lady of the house.

In the photo, it is a young man with cold eyebrows and eyes, a serious face, and dark skin, and he knows that he is not easy to mess with when he looks at his face.

"His strange ability is his name 'Iron Lion', a beast ability that strengthens attack power and defense, and after activation, the five senses and speed have been greatly improved. It is said that the feeling of coming face to face with him is like facing a lion with copper skin and iron bones, invulnerability, human intelligence and beastly instincts. And she is a distant relative of the Wang family, Wang Zhen's grandfather Wang Lin, the son of one of his younger brothers, according to the generation, Wang Zhen still calls him uncle. ”

Zhai Eighteen Niang looked at the photo and suddenly laughed twice: "I want his details." ”

"Don't be like this, you can run away from him when you face him." Zhou Jianjun recalled the legend about Wang Tieshi, which was one or two hundred times more exaggerated than what he said to the Eighteen Niang, right?

"Look at the way he looks." Zhai Eighteen Niang threw away the empty jar and pointed to the photo, "The skeleton of this face, such a heroic outline, but it is so cold, colder than ice." I'm curious about him. ”

"Can you react to the situation? I want information about him from childhood to adulthood, the relationship between his parents and Zhou Xiaohong and Wang Lin. ”

"Am I not charismatic? Do you like such men? Zhou Jianjun said.

"Shouldn't you have silently complained about what you just said?" Zhai Eighteen Niang said, "According to my speculation, the sooner this assessment is completed, the higher the evaluation of me, but I want to make extraneous branches." ”

"A prophet knows everything." Zhou Jianjun said perfunctorily, "I can't make my own decisions. ”

"Oh, what else?" Eighteen Niang said.

"The death of Wang Zhen's parents is, of course, a merit of our organization. Now that Zhou Xiaohong is going to Hell Corner to collect their bodies, I think Wang Zhen will know about it soon. ”

"Let me think about how to 'comfort' Wang Zhen tomorrow?" Zhai Eighteen Niang's eyes flashed, "By the way, do you really think that our organization allows a person who can't even make friends to go undercover?" ”

"These are all arranged by the prophet, and your strength is affirmed by fate." Zhou Jianjun continued to shift the blame to the Prophet.

"I see, send me back." The eighteenth mother of the house said helplessly.

Back at the villa, Zhai Eighteen Niang asked Zhou Jianjun to leave immediately. She took out the key and opened the door.

Because after Wang Zhen entered the door, he casually put the key on the shoe cabinet. When the eighteenth lady went out, she found that the anti-theft door was not locked.

The next day, the eighteenth lady suddenly opened her eyes. Because she originally thought that Wang Zhen would call her, but she didn't expect that no one would tell her to get up.

Could it be that Wang Zhen already knew that his parents were dead? Zhai Eighteen Niang looked at her watch and found that it was only eight o'clock, probably because she was too excited in her heart, she didn't sleep for a few hours.

In the kitchen on the first floor, Wang was really making breakfast, fried eggs and bacon, and it was clear that he was only going to make that.

"Good morning." Zhai Eighteen Niang said in a hoarse voice, anyway, unless she deliberately speaks cheerfully, usually her voice feels hoarse when she is slightly pressed.

"Good morning." Wang Zhen turned his head and saw the girl's haggard and beautiful face, her red eyes that wept silently at night, her hoarse and fragile voice, and her pale face under her scattered hair.

"You didn't have a break yesterday, okay?" Wang Zhen said guiltily.

Zhai Eighteen Niang looked away from Wang Zhen, looked at the table, and explained softly as if she was frightened: "No, I had a good rest yesterday." ”

I won't tell you that I got up in the morning and washed my face with cold water and carefully combed my hair into a beautiful shawl. However, I really didn't get enough rest and had a bit of a headache.

Far away from the window, a man stood. The eighteenth lady of the house hurriedly went up and closed the curtains several times.

"That person just now, didn't see me?" Zhai Eighteen Niang's eyes were frightened, "No, I'm leaving, I can't make trouble for you." ”

"Eighteen Niang, that person is a property officer." Wang Zhen comforted.

"No, he's not coming to me, because I'm still alive. Maybe he has a kid about my age. The eighteenth lady kept retreating, and there was a corner behind the sofa, and she hid in.

"Eighteen Niang, the meal is ready, can you come out and eat something?" Wang Zhen brought the things to the dining table and said.

"Okay." Zhai Eighteen Niang suddenly thought that she should be normal and not make people feel that there was a mental problem, so she walked out again, "I'm sorry, I was too suspicious just now, thinking that he was the parent of my classmate." ”

"Don't worry, no one dares to burn down my house."

As soon as the two sat down at the dining table, Wang Zhenjia's phone rang. (To be continued.) )