"Die!"

Ji Shijun's fist that slammed into the black shadow was wrapped in a cloud of white mist, and a little starlight flickered in the white mist.

At the moment when the fist was about to hit the black shadow, the black shadow deftly rolled over and jumped onto the wooden roof, silently looking at the girl lying on the ground and bleeding out.

The black shadow's stabbing was not random stabbing, just now in less than a second, the girl's heart, trachea, left and right lungs, liver and several large blood vessels were poked in half, and when Ji Shijun helped her up, she was already cold.

However, the dark shadow did not let his guard down, and the fact that the employer paid a high price to ask them to assassinate the girl showed that the girl must be extraordinary.

Time passed little by little, and the silence around the wooden house became quiet, and the dark shadow on the roof became more and more solemn.

There was no reason for the employer to pay him a sky-high price to kill such a weak chicken, but now the target looked like his blood had dried up, and his body temperature was cooled by the night breeze, but there was still no sign of fighting back.

The master made a move, almost lost his life by a fraction of a second, and the black shadow did not dare to relax his vigilance, in case he exposed his flaws and was killed by the target.

As a killer, it is not uncommon to be killed by the target Jedi, and the Black Shadow does not want to become a negative teaching material for educating the younger generations.

The battle has entered the stalemate phase, and now it is up to us to see who will show the flaws first.

Now the black shadow has a headache is the guy who suddenly appeared, the punch he just now is wrapped in divine power, and it must be very troublesome to take a hit.

And the black shadow didn't dare to attack that guy now, because he was afraid that he would be killed by the target when he showed his flaws.

The roar just now alarmed the birds in the woods, and for a time the migratory birds from the far north who had gone south for the winter let out a series of calls and the sound of rapid wings.

Once upon a time, a killer sent a message through the sound of a bird, only to choose the wrong bird species, and was eventually spotted by the target and killed by a magic fire.

Naturally, the top killers don't make such mistakes, and the killers lurking around them tell the main attacker that they have locked on to their target through the same cry of migratory birds.

Ji Shijun put the completely cold girl on the ground, he stood up, gritted his teeth, pointed to the black shadow on the roof and shouted, "Who are you?! Why do you want to kill him!"

However, Ji Shijun's heart was also cold, he made such a big noise, and no one around appeared.

The dark shadow on the roof did not answer his question, but asked rhetorically, "Are you a traverser, or a descendant of a traverser?"

Ji Shijun frowned, did not answer the other party's question, and also asked rhetorically, "What happened to the others?"

However, the dark shadow on the roof ignored him.

"Dash...... Da ...... Da ......"

A burst of unhurried footsteps suddenly came from not far away, Ji Shijun turned his head, and was surprised to find that Aunt Natasha seemed to come over slowly and quickly, and now she was next to the girl lying on the ground.

"Who are you?!" Ji Shijun didn't know at this time that if this middle-aged aunt had a problem, his head was caught by the door panel, he jumped to the side, and at the same time guarded the black shadow on the roof and Aunt Natasha.

Aunt Natasha just smiled at Ji Shijun, and then with a shake of her hand, a fireball smashed on the girl's body on the ground, and the girl's body from the neck down suddenly burned violently.

"She's dead a long time ago. Aunt Natasha raised her head and said lightly to the dark shadow on the roof.

The dark shadow was visibly stunned for a moment, then ......

"[A barrage of expletive]!"

"It turned out to be a weak chicken, so I thought she had some hole cards to let me blow the cold wind here for so long!"

"What the hell is the buyer doing! Do you have more money to entertain Lao Tzu?"

Aunt Natasha continued to smile and said to the shadow, "Your mission is complete, it's time to go back and count the money." ”

"Lean on the money enough, or ......," the shadow cursed and disappeared from the roof.

Ji Shijun didn't chase the black shadow, he was now focused on Aunt Natasha.

Aunt Natasha was joined by Ji Shijun before they came to this basin, this aunt who was a little timid, afraid that she would be captured as a slave, but who could fight for the interests of the old and weak soon had a lot of prestige, so Ji Shijun asked her to manage the left-behind personnel in the camp and let them do some work within their ability.

Now that Ji Shijun thinks about it carefully, Aunt Natasha joined within two days of the arrival of the girl who called herself Guoguo.

"Who are you?" asked Ji Shijun sharply to Aunt Natasha.

At this time, the fire on the body of the girl on the ground had been extinguished, and the rest of the ground had turned to ash except for the head, which was still intact.

Aunt Natasha waved her hand, and a tornado rose, and the ashes on the ground were blown into the air, and then scattered in the forest with the cold wind, and there was not even blood left on the ground, as if nothing had happened just now.

Holding the girl's head that was blown up by the wind just now, Aunt Natasha said in a light tone, "Seventeen years ago, there was a famine on the prairie, and at the same time there was a tide of beasts. My tribe didn't make it back, my parents died on the grassland, and only we, the children who stayed in the city, were still alive. ”

"At that time, the other tribes were too busy to take care of themselves, and no one paid attention to us orphans. ”

"If it weren't for Earl Spike McGardenen's food, my brother Marcus and I would have starved to death that winter. ”

"Later, when he learned about what happened to our tribe, he would sponsor us every year so that we could grow up safely. ”

"I was the eldest of the children, and I was ready to repay the favor by offering myself to the Earl, and he liked the girl with the long tail. ”

"The kindness of Lord Earl will never be forgotten by those of us for the rest of our lives. ”

"Two years ago, it was this woman!"

Aunt Natasha raised the head in her hand and gestured to Ji Shijun, and at the same time, her voice became sharp.

"It was this woman and his master, Alan Bischberg, the fourth prince of the Bischberg Kingdom, who killed the entire Mecaden family by accident for a treasure in the hands of the McCaden family!"

"Thanks to the protection of the gods, their youngest son, Charles McGardenen, has been rescued!"

Ji Shijun looked at Aunt Natasha, whose eyes were red, in shock, and was speechless for a while. If Aunt Natasha is telling the truth, then he really doesn't have much to say about it.

As if she saw Ji Shijun's thoughts, Aunt Natasha said, "This matter is not a secret, you can cross the river and find a tavern in the north to find out." ”

Then she finally said, "You can rest assured that you can go on the road, I have experienced the pain of losing my loved ones, I can understand the feelings of the people here, and I will help you watch here during the time you are gone." ”

"I'll take care of the head later, and you'll take it to-morrow to the Earl of Maccaden." He's a good guy, and whether you're really familiar with him or not, he'll help you for the sake of this guy. ”

"You don't have to worry about the others, they are just asleep, and those who collect money to do things will not kill innocents indiscriminately. ”

Aunt Natasha turned around and left after finishing speaking, and Ji Shijun blew a cold wind outside the house for a while before returning to his house.

This night, Ji Shijun had insomnia, and for the first time he felt that the world was different from what he thought.

Just as the sky was about to dawn, Aunt Natasha walked into Ji Shijun's room with a log stake.

When many of the nobles who had been trained by the adventurers died in other places, their heads would be loaded with charcoal and quicklime into such a round wooden stake for people to be sent back to the family cemetery for burial, and no one wanted to inspect such a stake along the way.

Ji Shijun looked at the wooden stake and thought for a long time, and he began to worry about whether this trip to the north would achieve the expected purpose. He couldn't figure out what kind of person the current Earl of Maccaden was from other people's accounts, and he didn't know if it was reliable for the gods of souls and dreams to go to Earl Maccaden when he was in trouble.

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