Yanjing - Located in the eastern part of the Pure Land, as one of the first few big cities in the Pure Land, it is indescribably prosperous. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not that it's any better than Astral City, but the atmosphere is fundamentally different.

In the city of stars, it is the kind of quiet and laid-back atmosphere; Yanjing, on the other hand, is full of red dust, with red lights and green lights, and pedestrians in a hurry.

It is the largest trading place in Jodo, and almost all family-owned companies have subsidiaries here.

At the moment, in the bustling streets.

A handsome teenager was looking at this and that from a street stall.

The boy wore a white shirt on his upper body and black pants underneath, which were black and white. Although in this prosperity, there is a kind of temperament that is difficult to hide, just like the son of the game world.

Anyone who sees this scene, I'm afraid it will, praise it, what a handsome boy.

The boy seemed to be tired of shopping, and walked into a teahouse on the side of the street, "Waiter, have a cup of tea." ”

"Wait a minute."

The waiter put the brewed tea in front of the young man, who took the lid of the cup, took a sip, and put it down.

With graceful movements and gestures, even the most demanding tea drinkers can't find fault.

This young man is naturally Zimo, and Zimo sighed secretly in his heart at the moment, he is still not perfect enough.

It's not perfect, it's not that his movements of drinking tea aren't perfect, it's that it's not natural enough.

What is imitated and what is really cultivated is still different after all.

Zimo drank tea, but his thoughts had already run away, this line of work was only to cut off Ampergosan's wings, and his identity at this time was an assassin.

If you want to fool others, you first have to fool yourself.

What is a real assassin?

A ruthless, famous, and well-known guy can't be called an assassin.

Is Gozo an assassin?

No, apparently not, he's just a killer, not an assassin.

He may be ferocious enough to strike a killer and a good hunter forever on the battlefield, but he's still a good killer, not an assassin.

"Instructor, what is an assassin? And what is assassination? ”

An assassin is not a label, an existence that is admired or feared by everyone when he is attached to his back.

No.

Assassins are usually harmless to humans and animals, they may be a peddler next to you, a nobleman, or even a beggar......

A real assassin, you can't believe you're going to be killed by him, even the moment he strikes.

They are ordinary, low-key, and uninformed.

They will never appear in people's mouths, they will not be discovered by anyone, and the moment he strikes, he will show the true faith of the Assassins, and he will not be left behind for a thousand miles.

Under the sun, he is a beautiful son, with poetry and swords, and red sleeves to add fragrance.

In the dark, he is a wise planner, strategizing and calculating no last resort.

When you shoot, you are the most cold-blooded assassin, no matter what your identity is, between square inches, I am invincible, only kill, that's all.

This is the Assassin, the real Assassin.

Zimo took a sip of tea and said to himself in his heart, the instructor said, a real assassin can't have concerns, so I can never become a real assassin.

However, I am not really an assassin in the first place, I am a warrior. But that doesn't stop me from using the Assassin's tricks.

Zimo continued to drink tea, the teahouse was originally a place of three religions and nine streams.

"Did you hear that, a few more members of Sakura Blood have been killed recently, and they were killed with one shot, pointing straight at the center of the eyebrows."

This was followed by a gloating voice, "Sakura Blood, isn't this a gang of neon and sticks?" What are the neon dogs doing with us? But who offended, his subordinates were analized so quickly. Running so far to our Yanjing City, is it funny? ”

All the people in the tea hall burst into laughter, and in Huaxia, this is a commonality. The average Chinese person, even a vicious criminal, will maintain an aversion to neon.

The hatred accumulated over generations is not so easy to solve, and the most vicious scolding word of the Chinese people now is to call you a neon dog.

And the two middle-aged people who were drinking tea next to Zimo had a fierce look on their gloomy faces, "This group of pigs dares to insult our Great Neon Empire like this." ”

This voice is very small, no one hears it, after all, they also know that this is not the era of their great neon empire to dominate, but anyone who hears scolding their former motherland will also be annoyed.

Of course, this everyone, excluding Zimo, who has been paying attention to the two of them.

"This uncle, can I toast your generation of tea?" Zimo's heart moved, he added another cup of tea to himself, and walked towards the two middle-aged people.

The two neon men were confused at this time. However, the two of them, who were angry, but had no way to vent, suddenly had a vicious anger in their hearts.

The middle-aged man on the left with a mole on his face stood up and said viciously, "Boy, go home and play." If you're in a bad mood today, you'd better get out. ”

The people who drank tea around frowned, such rude people, they didn't like it. However, they didn't say anything, after all, it was someone else's business.

And this is Zimo took a sip of tea and said lightly, "Get out? Go back to your kennel, that's exactly what I want to say to both of you. Two neon people, in the Pure Land of China, in this teahouse, scolded us as Zhina pigs, do they regard us as nothing? I would like to advise the two of you, this is China, and the people who do it here are all Chinese people.

At this time, the people who watched the excitement also understood that it turned out that these two people were neon people, and although the appearance of the neon people was similar to that of the Chinese people, they could be quickly distinguished.

These two middle-aged people are neon people, and just now they scolded them as China pigs, and suddenly, their expressions were not good.

"You fart."

At this time, even the stupid ~ son also knows that he must not admit it, if he admits it, the Chinese people here are estimated to be killed by the angry crowd.

However, Zimo didn't give them a chance to refute. Recording is his habit, besides, these two people were originally his goal today, he indifferently took out a recorder and released it, although it was not complete, but it was enough.

"The pig dares to insult our Great Neon Empire like this."

Zimo took another sip of tea, "Two, let's drink this cup of tea." I respect you, by the way, now in your Great Neon Empire, you shouldn't be able to afford to drink this kind of tea. You'd better go back, you Great Neon Empire. ”

Zimo poured the rest of the tea on the faces of the two neon people.

"Little brute, you are looking for death."

The two of them were about to get angry, but unfortunately someone had already made a move, "your big ~ master, neon dog, go back to your kennel, what are you pretending to be in our Huaxia." ”

People are easily incited, the first person to make a move, just like a signal, and the rest of the people also rushed forward, "Your Mi Guo Dad, don't dare to be arrogant here, what does the neon son bark at." The Great Neon Empire, phew, daydreaming too much, I really thought it was fifty years ago. ”

"You can't be like this, you Huaxia, aren't you the 'State of Etiquette'?"

"Etiquette, that's for people, is it for dogs?"

Although the two of them were fifth-level evolutionaries, they couldn't stand the crowd, and they were beaten into pigs' heads by the angry people in the teahouse and thrown outside.

Zimo watched this scene and took a leisurely sip of tea again, hey, it really hurts, but the most leisurely thing is to watch the enemy being beaten, and you don't have to do it yourself, isn't it?