"Fart!"

Old Colbert almost didn't jump, and before he could speak to introduce Wu Ming's identity, Wu Ming became the target of public criticism, which made the old man a little annoyed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 At this time, the old man didn't care whether he would discuss it or not, he slapped the table and stood up, and shouted at the young master of the Jia clan, "Is the young master Dawson blind?" Didn't you see that he was the one brought by the old man? If you speak out again, the first one in the Darkmoon Group won't be able to spare you! ”

This slap on the table made the meeting explode, and the person in charge of the Dark Moon Group tried his best to protect a young man in public, and he did not hesitate to fall out with the young master of the other race for this! The information behind this is very interesting.

During the banquet, everyone could no longer maintain a calm look, and discussed with each other, and even raised Erlang's legs and put on a posture of watching the play.

Dawson's face turned blue and white, and he didn't expect that he was just a casual temptation, and Corbett would have such a big reaction when he heard it. At this time, in the face of the anger of the Dark Moon Group, he was also difficult to ride a tiger, so he could only stubbornly look at Cobbart.

The two of them were like two red-eyed roosters, stretching their necks out of each other, and their eyes were about to pop out.

Seeing that these two face-saving people were about to fight at the meeting, everyone thought that Lance, who was presiding over the meeting, would stop the two, but without waiting for Lance to make any moves, the glasses codenamed "Extreme" on the side pushed the frame and said lightly: "Don't stop?" ”

There seemed to be magic in the sentence, which made Colbert, who had already raised his hand, freeze on the spot.

The old man's breathing suddenly became several times heavier.

The young man took out a white silk scarf from his arms, took off his glasses and wiped them on the lenses carefully, and said unhurriedly: "The Dark Moon Group has grown up recently, the plan formulated by the marshal, you Corbert said to bring people to join, are you the marshal or the leader of the Dark Moon group?" ”

Colbert was silent, and Wu Ming's eyes on the side were sharp, and he found that the back of the old man's neck was covered with sweat drops at some point.

"I was going to report to Allied headquarters in the next few days......," Corbert replied in an unusually weak voice.

"What Young Master Dawson said is very reasonable, it's not that we don't give you face in the Dark Moon Group, it's that you Corbett don't have that authority." Interrupting Colbert's words with a very direct opening, he put away the silk scarf, put the spotless glasses back on the bridge of his nose, and then looked at Wu Ming, "Boy, if you can't tell your identity, you will have to give your life here today, the rules of this line are like this, you can take revenge on me, and remember to repay it in the next life." After saying the above words, he didn't wait for Wu Ming to reply, and turned his head to look at Dawson, "Contemptible people deal with it like this, is the young master satisfied?" ”

"Satisfied, but satisfied with me!" Dawson laughed, barely squeezing tears out of the corners of his eyes.

He smiled faintly, unconcerned about Dawson's exaggerated performance. He then elbowed the masked blood pupil next to him, and said to himself, "It seems that the internal rewards and punishments should be in charge of your group?" ”

The blood pupil was silent, he just twisted his neck strangely and looked at Wu Ming's face with his red prosthetic eyes.

Seeing that the blood pupil didn't seem to be going to make a move, he shrugged his shoulders and got up and walked to Wu Ming's seat...... Kyle hurriedly stepped back, afraid that blood would splatter on himself.

Everyone in the room held their breath.

Kui Xi, who had been watching the situation quietly, cocked her nose, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't make any unusual moves.

Old Corbert was so remorseful that his bowels were almost green.

He realized that he had done something stupid, Wu Ming's identity was so sensitive, where was it suitable to come to this kind of meeting where the interests of the major forces were divided? He thought too simple at first, he happened to see Wu Ming at the place of the meeting, and brought Wu Ming over in order to show his sincerity, but now that he thinks about it, this is simply forcing Wu Ming to expose his identity in front of everyone!

It's okay to do this, what Corbett is most afraid of now is that Jihe Blood Pupil really provokes Wu Ming, let alone implement the plan at that time, Wu Ming should be thankful if he doesn't kill the old man on the spot!

Poor Colbert still thinks that Wu Ming is a big devil who kills people without blinking, think about it, how many people who can be assassins are not cold-blooded? The old man himself knows the inside story, and now Wu Ming is rioting and taking away the lives of everyone present, and the old man also thinks that this is a matter of course.

What about talking about humanity and jokes with top assassins?

It's not just Colbert who regrets it, but also Lance, who is sitting upright.

The archbishop was robbed of the right to speak by Ji and Dawson in a hesitation, and when he came back to his senses, Ji had already threatened to kill Wu Ming on the spot.

Are you kidding?

Lance's mood at this time can be described in one sentence, that is, he ate an ice bucket in the summer, and the whole body was cold and cold. He is one of the few people present who knows Wu Ming's identity, and he also has a good idea of Wu Ming's skills, just with Wu Ming's record of being safe and sound after a one-on-one one, Lance knows that Wu Ming's strength is not something that these people present can afford!

If you let Ji and Dawson and these people make trouble, not to mention God Slaughter, these few people will be slaughtered by Wu Ming before the plan is implemented!

Seeing that Ji walked towards Wu Ming with an indifferent face, the action was inadvertently like stepping on an ant, and Lance inexplicably felt an urge to swell the bespectacled face in front of him.

Young man, you're not stepping on ants, you're stepping on bombs powerful enough to flatten this place......

Just as Lance and Corbett were waiting for him, ready to stop Wu Ming before they could anger him very much, the blood pupil, who had not spoken at this time, suddenly spoke.

There are very few words, just six words.

"If you don't want to die, come back."

Just six words are weak.

The extreme body was for a while, and the raised right foot hovered in mid-air.

He glanced at Wu Ming, who was still sitting on the wooden chair in front of him, absent-mindedly supporting his head, and then turned to look at the blood pupils who looked down in contemplation, and couldn't help but push the frame with his fingers.

"You...... Nothing to say? Ji's voice became a little erratic.

Wu Ming pointed to his face, making sure that the young man with glasses was talking to him, and couldn't help laughing: "There's nothing to say, aren't you going to kill me?" ”

In fact, what he was thinking at the moment was: What do I have to say to a dead man?

Swallowing his saliva and retracting his raised right foot, he hesitated for a moment, then retreated back to his seat in three steps. After sitting down, he noticed that the rest of the people were looking at him strangely, and he turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window.

Not to mention, the windows of the hut are quite exquisitely made, and from his angle, he can see a few green bamboos in front of the house.

"Why, didn't the gentleman say that he would take this kid's life on my behalf?" Dawson sneered dismissively.

Ignoring him, he continued to observe the bamboo outside the window, as if observing a hidden treasure.

He'd only backed away because he believed Bloody Pupil's words.

I have worked with Blood Pupil for many years and knows each other's personality very well, and Blood Pupil never says a word on weekdays, but whenever it comes to critical occasions, as long as he speaks, he is always in a word.

Whenever the blood pupil speaks, what he says is absolutely the truth. (To be continued.) )