"Then you have a good fight, a rare opponent." Baili Qianmu turned around and decided to take a look at the man who had been kneeling in the courtyard all night.

"Please wait." When the voice came, the people on the training ground stopped, and they all turned to look at Baili Qianmu and Duanmu Wuxie.

"Boss. Son. "The people of the assassination mercenary group greeted them in unison, they were too excited.

They are actually the Xuanwu mercenary group, or the phantom of the thief organization, but they still lose to the boss.

The other half of the topless people are also all on one knee, they are not surrendering, they are praying.

Before, they knew that their purpose was to steal the crystal orchid from her, and they also knew that she was the apprentice of the divine doctor Dark Eagle.

In that scene just now, they knew that the only opponent they cherished, the assassination mercenary group, was actually when this Baili Qianmu, known as waste, was created, and they began to admire the second person from the bottom of their hearts.

Because, their previous thoughts were the same as those of the assassination mercenary group, they all thought that the other party was a force cultivated by the master, and their hand-to-hand combat could be said to be exactly the same.

She deserves their respect and admiration, she is only ten years old, and she is still a girl, although she is several years younger than her master, but how to look at it, they are made in heaven.

Her stealing skills are far above them, and maybe even her master is no match for her.

"If you win against them, I can consider your request." Baili Qianmu smiled, to create the Xuanwu Mercenary Group, that person must be a hot-blooded man, maybe he is still a partner she knows and is familiar with.

Baili Qianmu smelled a familiar smell on them, and she seriously recalled the familiar voice that she ignored at the moment of the nuclear explosion over and over again.

In the courtyard, the ghost hand is still kneeling, not giving up the obsession in his heart.

Baili Qianmu did not hide his admiration for him at all, who called him the same killer as her!

This killer, kind of cool! Affectionate and righteous!

"Lead the way."

"Thank you, master. Don't have to lead the way, he's right here, with me. The ghost hand was excited, covering his heart, with her, it would be fine.

"Here?" Baili Qianmu looked around suspiciously, why didn't she notice any strange aura.

Duanmu Wuxian gently scratched her palm, motioning her to look at the huge blue ring on the finger of the ghost's hand.

Suddenly, this is a good thing, at least it can hold living creatures, a rare god-level treasure.

Baili Qianmu has a special room in the City Lord's Mansion, the lighting is the best, the roof is full of transparent glazed tiles, and there is no shelter around the house, but there is no light in the house outside.

The ghost hand used his consciousness to put the shadow lotus on the only bed in the middle of the room, and then stood in place in a daze, looking at Baili Qianmu with a serious face.

Looking at his figure, he was a teenager, his whole body was tightly wrapped, but he emitted a foul smell.

Without any further delay, Baili Qianmu quickly put on a mask and gloves, and took out scissors to cut through the layers of white cloth that wrapped an unknown number of layers.

There was not a single thread on the boy's body, and his whole body was in a state of ulceration, and there was pus and blood, and the carrion turned out.

"It was a black flint wound. Does he want to build a cannon? Baili Qianmu's first reaction, the young man's face could no longer see its original shape, and the emaciated only had a scarred skin.

This is the head of the phantom, who is known for his handsomeness?!

Looking at the ghost hand on the side, Baili Qianmu said seriously and seriously: "I want the black flint you found, and don't leak the rumors."

This is the condition for Baili Qianmu to save him.

Black flint, she walked all over Wangtian City and didn't find anything, with it, the cannon of Wangtian City was no longer an ornament.

"Very dangerous." Ghost Hand looked frightened, and motioned to tell her that the person on the bed had become what he is today because of the black flint.

"He can't, but I can." Baili Qianmu couldn't help but refuse, and asked him and Duanmu Wuxian to go out and wait outside the door.

The ghost hand who was kicked out of the door guarded the door, like a sculpture guarding, under the oppression of Duanmu Wuxie, he quickly drew a drawing and respectfully handed it over to Duanmu Wuxie.

Duanmu Wuxian turned around and left, went to the school field, and assigned tasks.