Because Ember wears a mask, the female reporter can see Ember's expression. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info But Ember's brown eyes were smiling, and with the smile mask, it seemed like she was really smiling.

It's just that the smile of a female reporter is a hundred times more terrifying than the smile of a demon!

It is rumored that Ember is an extremely psychopathic killer who regards torture and killing life as art, so he is also known as the drama master. But rumors are rumors after all, and female reporters don't believe it, after all, how can such a psychopathic person become a member of parliament? That's why female reporters dare to interview Ember.

It's just that now it seems that it is not a rumor, because it is true.

The female reporter closed her eyes and took a deep breath to suppress the fear in her heart, but she still couldn't help but tremble, after all, everything changed too fast and happened too fast.

"What a sweet sorrow it is to kill." Ember generalized, taking that pompous and comical pace around the female reporter, like an artist looking at his own work, to see where to change or where to start.

However, Ember felt that he was missing a carving knife, or a pen, so Ember didn't know when he had an extra strange-shaped gun in his right hand.

When the female reporter opened her eyes, she saw the gun and couldn't help asking, "You're going to kill me?" ”

"I'm just making art," Ember said. ”

The female reporter, of course, understood what Ember was saying, and asked in a trembling voice, "I don't seem to have provoked you." ”

Ember smiled: "I gave you the news, I gave you the secret, these are what you want." Now, it's time for me to ask for what I want. You're not a good journalist because you can't see clearly what is untouchable danger. But you're a good prototype of the work, so, I want you. ”

Ember's voice was high, and he seemed to be extremely excited, and said, "Killing you will be another masterpiece of mine." ”

The female reporter's face turned pale for a moment when she heard this, and she finally understood what Ember meant by what she said earlier.

"You'll pay me back later."

"Oh, surprise, surprise, why are you so pale? Don't you know, you look beautiful like this? Ash's hand couldn't help but caress the female reporter's face.

The female reporter was even more frightened, and couldn't help screaming, trying to call for help with this, after all, there were so many people outside, someone would definitely hear and come in to save her.

However, as soon as she opened her mouth, she suddenly felt a cold in her mouth, and she couldn't scream at all.

Ember's weird-looking gun didn't know when it slipped into her mouth.

"The gun is called Whisper, and she doesn't like any noise other than explosions and screams."

Ember said slowly: "Beautiful Miss Reporter, in fact, you don't have to be afraid, become my work, you will be able to transcend." ”

The female reporter was silent, because she no longer wanted to struggle and calmly faced death.

Ember took the whisper out of the female reporter's and said, "I'm jealous of silence because I'm always loud. ”

"Want me to speak? It's ......" The female reporter looked at Ember and couldn't help but scold: "I don't understand, how did a pervert like you become a parliamentarian!" ”

"Then you'll have to ask Nicholas. But ......"

Ember spun around and whispered, slowly loading four rounds before pressing the muzzle of the gun against the female reporter's plump chest.

The female reporter wouldn't think Ember was eating her own tofu because Ember was aiming her gun right at the heart.

"Beautiful Miss Reporter, you don't have a chance." Ember said lightly and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

"Shhhh

There were two soft sounds in the room, one was a gunshot with bullets spraying out, and the other was the sound of flesh being torn apart, and blood splattered up.

But the blood was not the female reporter's, it was ember's.

A sword didn't know where it came from, the sword looked ordinary, but it directly cut Ember's whisper off, so that the bullet missed, and at the same time, Whisper's fingers stuck in Ember directly pulled Ember's fingers out of shape, almost torn off.

"I hate being interrupted, and if I'm always being interrupted, how can I work?" Ember said indifferently, pressing his thumb and index finger to directly rip off the flesh and flesh and bring back the phalangeal plate, and then turned around violently with a whisper, aiming at the direction where the sword came out just now.

Then Ember saw Won.

Ember aims his gun at Yon, and as soon as Ember pulls the trigger, the bullet can be fired at Yon. But Ember didn't shoot, not because of Yon's identity, but because Yon's sword had been around his neck for some time.

Ember didn't dare to say that one shot of his could kill Yon, but he dared to say that Yon's sword could already kill him. And most importantly, Ember doesn't think his bullets are faster than Yon's sword.

"Hey, Councillor Yon, long time no see. Well, aside, Councilor Yon, we're all Ionians, so why do we have to hold weapons against each other like this? ”

Ember laughed, decisively putting the whisper down. He knew Won, he knew that Won would never draw his sword when he laid down his weapon.

Yon pulled the female reporter over and made her stand behind him, before he lowered the sword from Ember's neck.

"A real swordsman is not a divine sword that can control how strong he is, but an ordinary sword that can use the power of a divine sword."

Ember looked at the ordinary and even a little worn sword in Yongen's hand, and said with emotion: "I really don't understand, your talent and qualifications are obviously better than Yasuo, why did you give up the Wind Resisting Sword Technique and pass on the Wind Sword to Yasuo?" ”

Yongen said indifferently: "I don't mind letting you go to see him if you say this again." ”

"Hey, Yon, don't do that, I still have some kindness to you. For example, a month ago, as you know, I saw Yasuo, he was nosy at that time, I fought with him, I was level fourteen, I could have killed him in seconds, but I didn't kill him. Isn't it? Ember said.

"Then I have to thank you?!" Yon sneered.

Ember didn't speak.

"I'll see you at the meeting, Ember." Yong En said indifferently, ignoring Ember no longer and not wanting to see Ember's smiling mask at all, taking the female reporter's hand and turning away, while sighing.

Yon lamented that too many Ionians don't know Ember and can't solve the true face of Ember, Ember is completely a perverted killer who kills people like hemp and even takes pleasure in killing, but in people's minds, Ember is a righteous and gentlemanly image. Obviously, this female reporter also thinks so, otherwise how could she come to interview Ash, if it weren't for him now, it is estimated that this female reporter would have gone to see Karthas.

However, before Yong'en could take a step, he suddenly stopped, and then retracted.

"What's wrong? Lord Yongen. Seeing this, the female reporter's face turned a little pale, and her hand couldn't help but clench Yongen's hand, after all, Yongen was her only lifesaver now.

"It's nothing, calm down, I can take you out." Yongen reassured, looking ahead, always feeling that there was something in front of him.

With a flick of Yon's finger, a lens made of red crystal flew up, emitting dozens of red rays of light, filling the entire room with red light.

It was a scanning lens, a work accessory similar to a real eye. It's the same eye, but the eye is different, and the function is different. For example, the function of the scanning lens is not like the monitoring totem, which is used to obtain the field of view of a place for a long time for monitoring, and the scanning lens function is mainly used to find some invisible units. Although the True Eye is not only more powerful than the Scanning Lens, it can scan invisible people, but it can also gain vision for a long time, if the enemy does not destroy the True Eye, it will not be a problem to monitor for decades.

However, the real eye is too expensive, and although the scanning lens is not as powerful and easy to use as the real eye, it is so cheap that it almost does not cost money (it does not cost money in the first place), so the scanning lens is still more popular with the public. Although you get what you pay for, you really can't buy real eyes indiscriminately, and people who are poor can't afford to use real eyes, so they naturally choose scanning lenses.

Although Yongen is poor, it's not that he doesn't have a true eye, but it's a bit of a waste to put his true eye here, and it's not necessary. In times of war, there is a shortage of materials, and even if there is no shortage of materials, everyone must do to save resources, and how much can be saved.

"Make it visible." Yongen whispered, and then under the dazzling red light, one after another blood lotus flowers appeared there, beautiful and suffocating.

Seeing this, Yongen was not flustered, looked at Ember and asked, "What do you want to do?" ”

Ember said, "You can go, I don't want to mess with you, but my work must stay." Every bullet is a ray of my soul, and every gunfire is a ray of my life. I'm burning my life and soul to create works, and your interruption makes me angry because you're wasting my life. ”

"All I know is that she is an Ionian, and it is my duty to protect my people. If I make you angry and my sword is cold, I don't mind giving you a chill to make you quiet. ”

Ember said helplessly: "You know it too. I serve a discerning clientele and my clients always expect my best. She knows too many things, so she has to disappear in this world, even if you save her, it's useless, someone will kill her later, you can't guard her for the rest of her life. ”

Yongen said: "You told her with your own mouth." ”

Ember said, "She's been tracking it down, and I don't say she's already knowing too much. ”

Yongen said: "If you know this, you will die? ”

Ember said without hesitation and righteously: "Of course! ”

"Well, there's really no way I'm going to guard her. But ......"

Yongen said lightly: "It's still okay for me to stare at you." ”

Ember said, "Nicholas and Sindra, friend. Sindra's woman is no worse than me in killing. ”

Yon was silent.

Ember said, "If Nicholas were to kill her, she would be a dead end, rather than a senseless death." Becoming my work, she will be able to transcend and become a real beauty, a real great beauty. So, Yon, give her to me. ”

Yongen said lightly: "What if I say no? ”

"I don't want to fight you, but if you must......"

Ember shot the remaining three bullets to the ground, then reloaded them with four more bullets, looked at Yong En and smiled, "I'm happy to accompany you." ”