It doesn't matter who he is! He continued to chase. The Assassin ran as fast as he could, rushing into a colorful building with a large red mill on its roof. The porter was about to stop him, but he was knocked down by a punch.

Inside is a nightclub, dozens of beautiful girls on the stage, wearing revealing dresses, accompanied by cheerful music, kicking their thighs high, the bottom of the skirt is full of spring, and the audience is applauding and screaming. He broke into the famous Moulin Rouge nightclub in Paris, where he was performing a beautiful cancan.

The Assassin made his way through the crowd and rushed into the midst of the dancers who were stomping, kicking, and spinning. In front of everyone's eyes, Qin Beiyang caught up with the stage and pushed away the girls who were rippling with fat and powder, his heart was beating wildly, and his cheeks were crimson. Before the music stopped, the Assassin fled backstage, screaming of a girl changing and removing makeup.

Qin Beiyang couldn't ignore the incivility, and in the chaotic dressing room, he had already blocked the assassin, and the Tang knife slashed on the concrete floor, sending out sparks of metal collision.

The Vietnamese did not panic, but laughed miserably, as if they were the hunters and Qin Beiyang was the prey.

Another trap?

Qin Beiyang, who had fallen into the trap countless times, sensed something sensitively, and before he had time to retreat, four figures appeared behind him.

There are more than a dozen mirrors in the powder room, each shining on each other, as if dozens of faces appeared

The first was tall, burly, with a hill-like billet blocking the doorway, dressed in the clothes of the Parisian lower class, like a steelworker, but with a young Asian face. He was an Assassin named Tohuan.

The second was an old Asian man, black and white, dressed in a suit and holding a cane, like an old gentleman, whom the Assassins called "Daddy". Ten years ago, in the German Concession of Tianjin, Qin Beiyang saw this face with his own eyes and killed his adoptive father.

The third, needless to say, is the Assassin Ahai. Half a month ago, he and Qin Beiyang met in New York. Seeing the centipede-like crawling scar on his right face, Qin Beiyang remembered his oath to kill this person with his own hands and avenge his adoptive parents.

Fourth, Qin Beiyang didn't want to see her face and make his heart ache.

Sister Ayu.

This face was reflected by more than a dozen mirrors, encircling Qin Beiyang from all sides. Her dark eyes, compared to the underground secret room of Emperor Guangxu's mausoleum ten years ago, seemed to have never changed, and she still stared at it with resentment and despair. It's just that the small body of the year has grown into a slim girl, and she is still wearing the clothes of a Chinese girl, like a big girl from a poor family on the streets of Beijing, who is out of place in Paris.

Shang and Ah You were separated from Dagukou in Tianjin a year ago, and she had just discovered that she was the master of the assassins, but she came to save him from the siege. Who the hell is she?

In the early morning of Paris, on the heights of Montmartre, in the backstage dressing room of the Moulin Rouge nightclub, Qin Beiyang faced some of the most powerful assassins in the world. And he is single-handed, and he is definitely not an opponent of the four.

"Sister Ayou, what are you doing in Paris?"

Qin Beiyang held the Tang sword in front of him and loudly questioned the assassins' masters.

"Brother, I'm here to save you."

Ah You is sixteen years old, and he is in the prime of his youth, with a very light and thin voice, like a cat.

"I don't need you to save me. I don't need anyone to save me. ”

"You don't know how dangerous you are right now."

Qin Beiyang touched his burning chest, and the lobes of his lungs were still burning: "I know, I'm dying." ”

Ah You seemed to be more distressed than him: "Brother, please don't chase anymore." ”

"Then I'll have to wait until I'm dead!"

Such an answer made Ah Hai beside Ah You wave his hand, and a cloud of yellow smoke erupted, enveloping the entire dressing room. Qin Beiyang couldn't see anything, so he could only retreat into the corner and wield a Tang knife to protect himself.

The smoke cleared, and the assassins were long gone, but Qin Beiyang still didn't give up and rushed out the back door of the nightclub.

In the dim red light, there was a strange Asian across the street. He still looked young, with a cigarette in his mouth, and looked at him. When Qin Beiyang was studying in Japan, he saw a lot of Koreans, and knew that their appearance had common characteristics, and this guy was North Koreans nine times out of ten.

The Assassins always mingled with the Assassins, and it was no coincidence that the Vietnamese fled to the Moulin Rouge, and Ah Yu and others appeared here.

That's the man!

When Qin Beiyang rushed through the street and was about to catch the other party, a trap appeared under his feet

Three o'clock in the morning, Paris, Montmartre.

Falling into the bottomless abyss is like a grave, and it is like hell. Qin Beiyang was in a coma for a short while, rats were shuttling around, and there was the stench of rotting dead babies in the gurgling water.

When he awoke, he found walls on all sides, and an iron railing in front of him, which he did not know of the age of. He was imprisoned. Where did the three-foot Tang knife go? Qin Beiyang touched the ground for a long time, damn it, it was taken away by the North Koreans?

Take a deep breath and sit behind the iron railing, what are you here for with so much going on tonight? Yes, he came to save the light.

He had a hunch that the light was nearby.

If only there were nine colors! It transforms into a young Kirin Town Tomb Beast in the dark, spitting out glass fireballs, burning the villains, and piercing the cage with snow-white antlers, and these iron bars can't hold them back.

He began to miss the tomb beast on the tower of Notre-Dame Cathedral.

Dr. Holstein's x-rays revealed that the Nine Colors were an ancient living being. Since it is a living creature, there is life and death! Even if it has lived for 1,200 years, as Cao Cao's turtle longevity said, "Although the turtle is long, there is still a time." ”

If it is wounded, it may die.

Only real stones last forever.

If Jiu Se died, Qin Beiyang didn't dare to think about it anymore, he had already regarded this small town tomb beast as his best partner or even brother, just like the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Liu Guan, Zhang Taoyuan, and the three knots did not seek to be born on the same day and month of the same year, but to die on the same day and month of the same year!

He punched the iron railing, then a lantern pierced his eye, revealing a North Korean face with fresh burn scars.

"Light in your hands?"

Qin Beiyang said in Japanese, he knew that most of the other party knew Japanese.

"Light? You mean the little girl? She's alive. "The Japanese of the Koreans are the same as Qin Beiyang, are the companions still alive?"

"I'm not Japanese." Qin Beiyang grabbed the railing, "I'm Chinese." ”

He repeated it again in Chinese.

"But your Japanese?"

"My name is Qin Beiyang, and I studied at Kyoto No. 3 High School. I'm just here to find the light, she's my sister. ”

"You're the one she calls her brother?"

Qin Beiyang felt relieved in his heart: "Yes, she knows that I will definitely come to save her." ”

"But when you get here, it means you know too much and you have to die." The North Koreans raised their guns in the black hole and shouted first in Korean and then in Japanese, "Long live Korean independence!" ”

Facing the muzzle of the gun, it was as if he saw the bullet spin out of the chamber and tear his eyebrows.

"Wait! China and North Korea have been a country of lips and teeth since ancient times. In the first year of the First Sino-Japanese War, there was a big war between China and Japan, the Beiyang Fleet was wiped out, and a province of Taiwan was cut off, and my grandfather died on Liugong Island. Now, Japan is colonizing Korea, marching into the three eastern provinces, and inheriting Germany's rights and interests in Shandong, trying to turn China into the next Korea. By supporting the Korean independence movement, we are protecting China's independence. ”

The Korean assassin paused his shots and said movingly: "A few months ago, His Majesty the Emperor of the Korean Empire, who had long since abdicated, died. His Majesty had sent a secret envoy to the World Peace Conference in The Hague to seek the Great Powers to prevent Japan from annexing Korea. This year, it was rumored that His Majesty the Emperor had sent a secret envoy to Paris again, and as a result, he was poisoned by the Japanese. On March 1, North Korean students gathered in the capital to issue a declaration of independence, which spread into a nationwide anti-Japanese riot and killed thousands of people."

"So, you're coming to Paris to assassinate the Japanese delegation?"

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