He just sat there watching the sunset, and the whole world seemed to be deprived. ”

"Actually, you know that it's impossible for everyone to be with anyone, and I don't really need it. ”

Ping'an picked up the beef fried rice on the plate with a fork and raked it twice.

This shop Ping An is the first time to come.

The most prosperous city of Ping'an Dragon, the magic capital. Here, even if the time hand has reached eleven o'clock, the world is still very lively, and thousands of lights are lit.

Ten days have passed since death.

Whether it is strength, thinking, or spells, it has increased more than ten times. If it is not resurrected by itself, a large amount of natural spiritual power is required to restore the physical organization and reorganize the soul. That promotion will definitely be doubled again.

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A roll of cotton scrolls was thrown onto the table of peace.

The last bite of rice was chewed down.

"Wait. ”

Ping An swallowed the last bite of fried rice and swallowed the tall man in his coat and hat.

"This is my last mission, right?"

"Yes. ”

"The contract will be destroyed automatically, right? ”

“.. Right. ”

The man answered the last word in a slight silence and walked into the bustling city.

Already the one hundred and first assassination.

In other words, Ping An has already killed a hundred and one deserving people.

As for whether it is really damn or not, whether there will be a story, Ping An never thinks.

In this disgustingly selfish world, there is always only profit or a small part of the warmth.

And what they can do is to solve it with one knife and keep the whole corpse, which is already God's greatest forgiveness for them.

The organization to which it belongs is called a dragon.

Because of the old man's sins, Ping An had to work for the organization. Potency one hundred and one times.

It's not much, it's just that the people who kill are unwilling.

Peace is also very timid..

After a pause, he threw down the two gold coins, and the gloomy boss who was frowning immediately became overjoyed after reacting.

Walked into the crowd, lit a cigarette, and opened the scroll.

It was a woman who needed to be killed.

It's exquisite, beautiful, and unique, and it's familiar.

It was Ning Yao, a Yu-level great cultivator who traded with Ping An Long.

"Hahahahaha ”

After laughing out loud in the crowd, Ping An burned the scroll and clapped with his hands raised.

The scroll burns and floats into the star-dotted sky, and the last looming reward of the scroll is a peaceful life.

It's early in the morning when I got home, and Ji Nu has already fallen asleep.

There was still tonight's dinner on the table, covered by the vegetable cover that Ji Nu had purchased last time, and a small note was left on the table.

"Today I made your favorite garlic shrimp!Remember to heat it in the heat wave!I'll go to sleep first!Good night, remember to kiss me before going to bed!(。 ◝ᴗ◜｡ )”

Ping An lightly put down the vegetable cover, picked up the garlic shrimp and fried lily that had not been touched with a single chopstick, put them in the heating array, set the time, and injected spiritual power.

took off his clothes, lit a cigarette safely, turned on the shower, and waited for hot water.

Standing in front of the mirror, looking at yourself peacefully.

It's perfect, right?

Character-like muscles, perennially trained and strong neck protruding Adam's apple,

The stone-like trapezius muscles coiled on both sides, the two arms covered with scars, the combination of explosive power and endurance, and the humerus muscles match each other to create a perfect line. The symmetrical pectoral muscles and abdominal muscles seem to be carved in stone.

Tall and strong.

It's what mediocre people call dressing thin and stripping to show flesh, right?

I took a bath, finished the meal cooked by Ji Nu, and cleaned up the plates.

In the dark, Ping An sat on the couch.

Lit a cigarette.