Killer, Assassin......

Hidden in the darkness and dancing with the blade, reaping the existence of life.

Hidden, hidden, and kill with one hit, this is their code of conduct.

As long as the dagger is in the hand, in the shadow behind the light, there is their figure.

The Undertaker was undoubtedly the top of the Assassins, and none of them survived......

No one can refuse the death that is given away.

As long as the sharp thing is held in the hand, everything can be cut off!

In short, the tasks of the Assassins are roughly the above...

And then... Now as a terrifying assassination organization on the mainland, one of the top members of the undertaker, the famous undertaker is now ......

Holding a small tray, stood next to a girl in a wheelchair.

The undertaker placed the tray on the table in front of the girl, and the assassin, who was supposed to have a knife in his hand, placed the small silver spoons and silver knives that could only be called weapons on either side of the tray.

At this moment the Assassin had shed his blood-stained garments, and like a faithful old butler, stood before the eldest lady he served......

"Uh-oh... It looks hearty. Xingluo looked at the various delicacies on the tray that made people appetizing, and showed a surprised smile: "I can praise you for this, the undertaker." ”

The cold aura and faint murderous aura on this top killer seemed to exist in front of Xingluo.

She couldn't wait to pick up the silver spoon. Picked up a cup of brightly colored ice cream and ate it carefully.

Every scoop of ice cream in her mouth brings happiness to the corners of her eyes.

It's like an innocent child.

Despite her appearance, her heart should not have been described by the word innocence for a long time......

It doesn't fit at all.

And the person standing next to her was an assassin, not a real housekeeper who took care of her life.

So eating ice cream before a meal is something that shouldn't be done...... As an assassin, he was in no position to warn him.

Because he is not the parent or relative of the girl who is smiling happily in front of him...... The girl in front of him...... It's the top boss of the funeral organization that terrifies everyone on the road!

The owner of the make-up artist!

If you say it, I'm afraid everyone won't believe it, but the undertaker seems to be able to harvest the fragile life of this inconvenient girl with just a flick of the knife.

It's just that some people live forever in her disguise.

The undertaker's instinct is to surrender to her...

It's just that there is only one problem now, and that is the person standing next to her. Or 'mortuary'. The loyal dog who serves his master wholeheartedly.

It's just a pity that the undertaker died a day ago, and today he was 'killed' again.

"Sure enough, this one tastes the best." Xingluo licked the corners of his mouth, as if he was really silent in the deliciousness of sweets. He didn't care about the assassin standing next to him.

Probably because the ice cream melts too quickly. A small part fell into Xingluo's other hand... The tiny ball of ice cream melted in her hand.

Xingluo was thinking about what to do. A white hand towel was placed on Xingluo's hand, and the stains on Xingluo's little hand were gradually wiped clean little by little.

Xingluo followed the hand shrouded in the gray-white robe and looked at the cold skull mask.

Not sure why. She laughed, squinting and smiling happily.

Without saying anything more, Xingluo continued to enjoy her dinner, the metallurgical steak that was a specialty of the Golden City, with a special sauce extracted from the underground rock formations, and the salt produced in the South Sea Country... The appetizing scent slowly fills the room.

Xingluo held a small silver knife and cut it, his movements were very thin, and he was also very slow.

The undertaker waited silently......

One tall and one short, one sitting and one standing, an assassin and a singer......

The two people seemed to have a special tacit understanding, and only the crisp sound of the dishes hitting could be heard in the room.

Eventually, even the crisp sound disappeared......

Xingluo finished eating, her dinner had been all eaten, Xingluo raised her head, the corners of her mouth stained with the unknown sauce, and slightly hooked, as if waiting for something.

The body of the assassin also moved... The hands that were supposed to be holding knives to harvest human lives took out a white tissue from somewhere......

Gently, almost to the extent of stroking, he wiped the sauce on the corners of Xingluo's slightly upturned mouth little by little.

The opponent's movements are skillful......

As if he had done this kind of thing many times, he took care of the young girl with ease.

Obviously, he's done this kind of thing many times... Very much... More almost became an instinctive action.

Xingluo smiled as if he knew something... Look at the men you are most familiar with, and touch the feeling on your face.

Really gentle...

After wiping the corners of his mouth, he silently took out the teacup, made a pot of hot black tea and placed it in front of Xingluo.

If you don't drink some hot water, your stomach will be upset.

He knew, because he was so familiar with it, that in front of all the little girls, ice cream was far more alluring than Chinese food.

Ice has no taste, only cold in the heart, so all little girls like it, all girls......

Xingluo picked up the teacup with one hand... When his fingers touched this cup of black tea, Xingluo's original childish feeling faded forever.

Majesty is best served off with black tea.

Amber eyes shimmered, she elegantly took a sip of black tea, put it on the table, looked at the man with the metal mask, and said lightly.

"You... Not a make-up artist, if it's my last supper......"

Her smile remains.

"I... Very satisfied. ”

"It's amazing."

Finally, the man spoke. It's not the gnarled voice of the make-upman... It's a smooth, pleasant-sounding sound.

When Lu Qiu was not excited by blood, the feeling he gave people when his heart was calm.

"I don't think there's something wrong with my disguise, or do you have the ability to see through it all? Sage Xingluo. Crowle? ”

Xingluo listened to the voice of his subordinates, which was completely different, and understood that his subordinates were probably already more than lucky.

But Xingluo didn't panic, just smiled faintly.

"Because the undertaker is an assassin, an assassin would not be so gentle...... I think there must be a girl in your family who you love very much, and I can feel it, and when your hand touches my cheek, the tenderness of that girl... She... What a lucky kid. ”

Xingluo said... sighed.

Gentle......

The word. It's really not suitable for me as a man whose hands are covered in blood.

"Okay. This is the end of the boring role-playing game. ”

The undertaker's body was surrounded by blood, and in a moment Lu Qiu stood in front of her.

"However, your last supper will make you feel satisfied. I'm so honored...... Your Excellency, the Great Sage. ”

"How much do you know about me?"

"All ......"

After Xingluo was known his identity. Still nothing is indicated. She is an excellent pretender, and her inner emotions will never show on her face, so with this talent. She was able to stand on the stage and be noticed.

"I should now call you the genius saint Xingyao who shocked the world a hundred years ago. Crowle, I should still call you the singer of His Royal Highness Xingluo, who was remembered by the world a year ago. Vernat? No, I should probably call you a 'soul converter', a person who touches the taboo, or an old woman who is hundreds of years old, or a genius singer who is only twelve years old, you have many identities, don't you? ”

Lu Qiu said slowly.

"But there is only one identity that I am most interested in, that is the second lady of the second business family of the empire, the head of the underground dark chamber of commerce, Xingluo. Vernat. ”

In front of Lu Qiu, Xingluo didn't have any secrets... As long as there is blood, no one will have a secret in front of Lu Qiu.

Whether it's her past or present life... As long as she remembers, Lu Qiu will be able to turn all her memories into her own.

"That's... What do you want to do? Sir, you can't buy the life of a saint with this dinner. Xingluo also replied to Lu Qiu, without any waves, and looked at Lu Qiu's face that made his young soul tremble a little under the light: "Of course, with Mr.'s appearance and temperament, it makes my young heart flutter..."

"It's just that you don't agree with the older ones, and it's really hard for you to be reincarnated as a soul."

Lu Qiu continued......

"What I need is your status as a merchant, and since you deal with merchants, you have to deal with them, don't you?"

"Oh?" Xingluo's amber eyes tended to be more yellow than pale gold, but they still looked very noble, which was the nobility that came from the origin of a person's soul.

She looked at Lu Qiu, who was sitting across the round table.

The current Lu Qiu definitely can't have anything to do with the assassin...... On the contrary, as a young girl, she fantasized countless times about the boy in her dreams, invited her to dinner, and finally healed her legs, allowing her to return to the high-profile stage again.

But Xingluo knew that this was nothing more than an arrogant fantasy...... The cost of escaping from the Court of the Gods was enormous, and even if she built the giant money-collecting machine of the Undertaker, she would not be able to acquire enough resources to heal the physical burden of her soul transformation.

Her body is crumbling day by day, and one day her soul will disappear from this world forever, just like the saints who fled the court of the gods in the past.

Nothing can heal your own dying body.

Xingluo understood that it was just Lu Qiu's calm and confident smile, but it inexplicably gave Xingluo a sense of expectation.

Lu Qiu took out a glass bottle... The liquid inside is pure red, so red that you can't find any other shade......

These viscous red bursts of tremendous vitality tumbling in the bottle, as if they were about to break through the bottle's restraints at any moment.

Xingluo was attracted......

She was sure that the contents of this bottle would definitely bring new changes to her dying body......

This... What the hell is it? Who is this man? Xingluo's unwavering face finally brought a little surprise. (To be continued......)