Next door to Fiona, Bill sat across from a knife man and had a long conversation.

"You know what? The roots of the Kui mulberry wood here in Kalamanda are especially suitable for making spices, and they are very fragrant, right? ”

Bill picked up the teacup, took a sip, looked at the uninvited guest, and said in a light tone: "But you're not a businessman." ”

Sniff the air, the air is like an imperceptible fragrance soaked in the bones, every time you breathe, the refreshment between the nostrils seems to make people immersed and comfortable.

"The water here is also very good, moist and sweet, refreshing into the throat, especially in the early morning, the water is cool and clear, fragrant and sweet, cooking porridge and making tea are good, the water here alone, can be regarded as a good commodity, and in some remote places, it is priceless, how about it? There is no interest in cooperating. ”

Bill smacked his lips, he didn't understand tea, let alone water, but it was indeed a little delicious, but hearing this man's words, Bill smiled, and his words overflowed, more than that.

A man with a knife, where will he talk to people about tea and water, what he has to say, but something else.

"Your knife is beautiful." Bill casually reached out and grabbed the long willow leaf knife, he didn't know whether this knife was a wind knife or a tai knife, a lancet or a ring head knife, or a Tang knife, but it was beautiful enough.

"Knives, it's not for the sake of beauty, you can try it."

Bill unceremoniously shifted slightly, and gently cut towards the corner of the wooden table.

"Sharpening iron is like clay, and if it is chopping, no one can parry." The knife in Bill's hand stopped less than a minute from the table, and it was highly rated.

"How?"

"Not good!?"

"Can you call the man at the door in? You're not in charge, are you? Bill smiled and put the knife back.

Before the man on the other side could show his astonishment, the door was pushed open, but the man had a pair of thorns in his hands, and the long blades of his claws were like long, sharp cat's claws, with tail hooks. He was dressed in pitch black and his eyes were piercing, but the knife in his hand was particularly eye-catching.

Bill held up a crossed hand to signal him to stop, then pointed to his fingers, which were two sets of four blades, stabbing short soldiers.

He paused, but his figure moved slightly, and he continued walking.

Bill's pistol had been pulled out in an instant.

That's the speed of the limit, the time that stands almost still.

A black triangular pistol aimed at the man across the coffee table.

The atmosphere was suddenly solemn, and the air froze.

Until, the man sitting laughed, "I forgot to tell you that the burning Kui mulberry root is poisonous, although it is very fragrant, but it can't be used as a spice."

"Well, the water is also poisonous." Bill's eyes were worried, his tone was indifferent, and after saying this, he suddenly felt thirsty, grabbed the teacup with one hand, and poured himself a small mouthful, since a long time ago, he would never be poisoned again.

Such a move naturally made the two of them look sluggish and their eyes drooped.

Rub –

In the distance of the tea table, the sharp blade, the hand armor that was constricted to the top of the arm, he strode in.

Bill casually withdrew his pistol.

The candle shadow swayed, and the people sat down as usual.

"I'm Nine Injuries and took this task."

"Don't be delusional, if you don't want to die, just get out."

"My Deposit"

Bill interrupted the Nine Wounds, "And your lives?" ”

"We can work together."

"I've spared you guys"

"This knife is called Leng Gang, and he is also my name, if you want to burn all the jade?"

"You Are Not Worthy"

Because it's weak, it's not qualified, and because it's not qualified, so, unworthy,

These are the words that the Black Bow once taught him.

And now, they have appeared on the inside of the house.

In addition to the witcher Kurogi, there is also his prey, which is a wolf-headed man with an extremely sharp breath.

The Rune Continent is so big, there are really all kinds of monsters, and the hideous wolf head will make him disqualified from living, even if he is essentially a human.

Demon hunters are also demons, but in the end, there is no right or wrong.

"Give you three breaths of time, I have something to do." Bill pressed the pistol against the table and coldly swept the two of them.

They are not gifted, they are not warriors, they are weak.

One breath,

"Do you know why I'm called Nine Wounds?"

Two interest,

"That's my nine brothers, ten people, nine dead, I only have one brother now, nine wounds, and one peace, I won't be alone."

As soon as the three breaths arrived, the nine injuries were depressed.

"I'll go."

Bill grabbed the gun and left.

The wolf-headed man, with his teeth bare and his face twisted, still sniffing the yodelers, found his target and drove his strong body forward.

On the roof, two people stood.

"I haven't seen you in a long time." The werewolf downstairs is just a small character, and the black wood in front of him can only be regarded as a real big trouble if he really deals with it.

White ghosts and black faces, always ruthless.

Bill's words, he ignored them, and slowly took out a feathered arrow that was long enough.

Long feathered arrows, huge black bows.

Within reach, indifferent bows.

Bow and arrow, aimed at the werewolf below.

Bill took the gun and looked at the witcher in his eyes, and his hands were also raised, pointing down without looking.

Whoosh –

Bill's gun didn't move, but the long black arrow had already flown out, instantly nailing the werewolf below to the ground with an arrow, piercing the body and the wolf's head from top to bottom.

"Do things seriously."

Kuroki's voice, as ugly as ever, was hoarse, rubbing against people's nerves.

Bill was silent, with some feelings.

Kuroki looked at Bill, then moved naturally with a big bow on his back and fled into the night.

After a long time, the invisible pressure gradually dissipated, and Bill silently breathed a sigh of relief: "This time, thank you." ”

When everyone was gone, Bilwu sat on the roof of the house and relaxed.

Looking at the night comfortably, it's better to be stronger! Don't be driven by fate.

A person is strong, a family is strong, a country is strong, a famous nation is strong, and a population is strong

All lives are for the sake of being stronger, and if you try to give up the life of struggling with fate, you will only be crushed under the ruts of fate and disappear.

The rest of the night was peaceful, and Bill was very quiet.

But early in the morning, when Bill stretched his waist, he had no intention of touching the rubble around him, and the small sound immediately alarmed Fiona.

Fiona did not take off her clothes, but wore the white sword suit of the Laurent family all the time, and she got up with quick movements and went to the window. She hurriedly looked through the window and looked at the roof, but because of the haste of her movements, she didn't see the wolf-headed man crucified to the ground in front of the house.

"What are you doing?"

Bill was still carefully putting the rubble back in its place, "Nothing." ”

Fiona saw Bill lifting the rubble, and suddenly had a black line on her face, "You're peeping??? ”

"Ahem—" Bill grabbed the corner and jumped off.

Fiona was still staring at Bill strangely at the window until she was attracted to the werewolf.

Bill opened the door and happened to run into the female student he had rescued yesterday.

But when she saw Bill, she saw the werewolf monster behind her.

A loud decibel cry rang through her ear drums until Bill put his arm around her impatiently and covered her little mouth.

By daylight, everything was business as usual, and if it wasn't for a standing werewolf, then no one knew what was happening.

The little yodeler had already pulled out a 'giant cannon', and then hurriedly stepped forward and aimed at Bill, who was taking the 'hostage'.

It was Fiona who relieved Bill, and by the way, pulled the frightened pale face of his own elementary school sword cultivator.

"Get out of here! Late will change. Bill stepped out of the house, and when he went out, he pulled the werewolf's corpse from the ground with his handle, and threw it in a corner of the courtyard.

The crowd came out one after another.

Fiona glanced at the corner: "Death is so disgusting, are you ruthless?" ”

"I didn't do it."

Bill walked, then confessed.

"I don't think that arrow is your weapon, are you honest?"

The crowd walked and talked as they walked through here.

The little man, who had been concealed by his robe, wore a mask, holding hands like a child led by a big sister.

"Your mission is too dangerous."

"How much do you mouth?"

"You are very irresponsible, and it is difficult for you to complete the protection with your own strength." Bill really wants to remind Fiona that if her escort fails, then it is not just her own life that will be discarded.

"What do you mean?"

Fiona stopped, blocked in front of Bill, glared at her,

"I'm doing this for your own good, little talented girl," Bill sighed sadly, hiding his face.

But Bill's title also somehow provoked the beautiful Fiona: "I don't need to find a pervert and a shameless bastard to guide me!" ”

"But he's also a third-level soldier, and he's still a talent" Bill touched his nose stupidly, he knew that Fiona wasn't talking about herself, but about who she used to be.

"Yes! I really can't imagine how the stupid hat who knows how to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble every day has become so powerful, huh! The courage of the pickled girl is also quite big, and she dares to run to other people's homes. "Fiona doesn't have a good look.

"Who dares to soak you" This sentence Bill can only come from his heart, and he dare not say it.

Seeing that Bill was silent, Fiona was satisfied, "Listen to Bill, this mission is very difficult, we will never have smooth sailing, although she is only a small councilor, but most of the enemies will definitely stop us!" Last night was just the first day of the mission! ”

"Is this your task or my mission???

"Do you have an opinion???"

"Very much! Believe it or not, I'm going to tie you back now?? ”

"You dare?"

Bill tilted his neck grievingly, staring into Fiona's charming, murderous eyes.

"If it's for your safety, I really dare"