A little bit of reddish powder began to appear in the old man's bloodline, but because the bloodline structure was too simple, only a few points were adsorbed on the bloodline.

Bolin sighed and withdrew from the old man's bloodline. Then he returned to his seat.

"I think you should be able to understand what I'm saying!"

As he spoke, there was a clear mood swing on the old man's face, and after a moment the old man said something in a strange accent:

"Yes, your language is not difficult to learn. ”

Boleyn nodded, and continued:

"Then you should know that you belong to me now. ”

The old man was silent, quietly waiting for his next step.

"As you can tell, my town is just starting to grow. I need a lot of craftsmen, and there will only be more of you in the future. I can give you a nice treat, but I don't want to see betrayal and escape. ”

At this time, a trace of panic flashed on the old man's face, and he immediately spoke:

"As long as you can not take our lives away from us, we are willing to work for you with all our might. ”

"Well, in the future, your people will be under your management, I see that you are not young, you don't have to do those manual work, but you must take care of your own people. ”

When Boleyn had finished speaking, the old man became more apprehensive, and as if he had made up his mind, he spoke:

"Kind hosts, we also have some pregnant women and small children in our crowd, you see.... ”

"Well, the elderly, pregnant women, and children should do as much as they can do some simple work. ”

Bolin replied casually, ignoring the old man, but refocusing his thoughts on the book "The Natives of the Southern Star".

The old man quietly retreated, his face tinged with a hint of joy, and in his thoughts, he felt that this young demon lord was not as brutal as he had imagined.

And Boleyn naturally didn't know what the old man was thinking at the moment, he was attracted by a passage in the book.

"The main bloodline of the Blue Slave is much thicker than that of our human race, and even surpasses some of the lower dragon races, according to the theory, this should be a powerful race, but their tributaries and branches are very rare, which makes their bloodline power unable to effectively connect with all parts of the body. This is a phenomenon of degeneration of bloodlines, and in the absence of natural predators, the degradation of a race that lacks combat is inevitable after the torrent of time. ”

This is the end of the book, but in just one paragraph, it speaks to the tragic roots of the Nanxing people. Closing the page, Bolin put away his emotions and began to devote himself to his long potion making again.

In the evening, as night approached, the town unexpectedly became lively. And Boleyn and his beautiful little maid are always the most beautiful scenery in the town.

As soon as he pushed open the wooden door of the hotel, he heard Wu Xiaotian's crooked male duck throat. At a glance, this goods were really chatting happily around a square table with his subordinates and the Qi-hunting team, looking at the bulging bags on the table, thinking that the harvest outside in the past ten days should be quite rich.

As soon as Boleyn and the others entered, the inn fell silent. Wu Xiaotian immediately stopped his crooked mouth and immediately shouted to Bolin's side:

"Boss, Boss! I'm here!"

I didn't know that people had already seen him. Bolin shook his head and walked over, greeting Gu Qi and Wei Fang by the way.

"Boss, you don't know, this time with Big Brother Gu Qi and them leading, we have opened the killing ring. You see a bag full of dragon rat tails, which is to let the two dragon beasts run away. ”

Wu Xiaotian was about to open the bag on the table to show his harvest in the past half a month.

Suddenly, Bolin's eyebrows jumped wildly, and a feeling of great danger was coming from behind. He didn't dare to think about it, and immediately summoned the Ancient Slaughter from the ring, and as soon as the long knife was in his hand, there was already a stinging pain and coldness of a metal broken body from his back and waist.

Between life and death, he didn't have time to hesitate, his body immediately rotated with the sword, trying his best to reduce the damage of the weapon that entered his body, and at the same time, the ancient slaughter had already stabbed straight back.

There was a metallic clatter in the air, and a hoarse grunt. A darkened figure appeared behind Boleyn out of thin air.

The people of the entire inn were shocked for a moment, they never expected that more than half of the forces in Bolin Town were here, and there were still people who dared to assassinate them, and they almost succeeded.

The man glanced at his blue dagger, which was bloodshot, and even grinned at the entire hotel, as if to announce that he had succeeded.

"Poisonous!"

Everyone was furious, Gu Qi, who was the highest in cultivation, was the first to react, he immediately pulled out the long sword at his waist and rushed over the crowd, and the others also drew their weapons and surrounded them. But the Assassin didn't seem to pay any attention to them, and turned his face to Boleyn.

At this time, his brow furrowed, and to his surprise, Bolin was also standing on the side, pointing the long black knife at him.

"Can you still stand?"

The man in black asked himself in a hoarse voice, but his left hand conjured up an afterimage and met Gu Qi who was rushing towards him. At this time, the people in the hotel seemed to see a magic trick, and the arm of the man in black seemed to have suddenly grown a lot, and the blue dagger stabbed straight into Gu Qi's chest.

Gu Qi was still stunned, but there was a coldness in his chest, and the coldness instantly flowed to his whole body, and a layer of white frost quickly covered his body.

"Run!"

Gu Qi only had time to say these two words, and his body was completely frozen somewhere.

If you want to say who has the highest cultivation in Bolin's manpower at the scene, it is undoubtedly Gu Qi. But now this highest person can't even catch the other party's move, and he died so miserably!

"Let's go!"

Bolin shouted, and then a flying body slammed directly into the window, he knew that the other party's target was himself, and maybe the others would be safe if he left.

Sure enough, this time he moved, and the man didn't hesitate at all, and immediately left the others behind, and flew out of the window that Bolin had just crashed open.

As soon as he flew out, he suddenly felt that his body was stagnant for no reason, and the black long knife was actually coming towards him quickly. He was still in mid-air, with nowhere to draw on his strength, but his figure seemed to shrink back a little, and then the blue dagger collided with Boleyn's ancient slaughter again. The strength of both sides forced him to roll to the side, but Bolin took advantage of his strength and quickly retreated, and in a moment he distanced himself from the black-clad assassin.

As soon as he saw that the distance had been widened, he immediately concentrated the blood of the Song family on his legs, and then rushed away into the night like a meteor with an afterimage.

Boleyn's speed was clearly beyond the Black Assassin's imagination. When he got up to chase after him, Bolin was already a kilometer away. He looked at the dagger in his hand with some inexplicability, as if wondering why the prey that was stabbed did not have poisonous hair. But he was destined to get no answer, and then he could only turn into an afterimage and chase in the direction of Boleyn.

Feeling the assassin chasing after him, Bolin was relieved, at least the people in the town were safe for the time being, and he could only keep running and fleeing as much as possible, and his only reliance now was this strong fighting force.

The two chased all the way, and he had poured his fighting power into his legs to the maximum, but the distance between the two was still getting closer and closer.

Boleyn was expressionless at this time, as if there was no death chasing after him, and the whistling wind passed by his ears, while his heart silently calculated.

In the past, in order to help Satsuki improve his strength, he had specialized in the profession of assassin. This kind of master is generally extremely explosive, but it is their weakness to be persistent. And the strength of the man in black behind him is obviously far above him, but he is only approaching for so long, which shows that he is really not suitable for chasing such a long-lasting tactic, and his consumption will definitely be several times that of himself.

Thinking of this, a glimmer of hope flashed through Bolin's heart. Then put all your mind on the dispatch of the fighting power in the body, in order to try to increase the speed as much as possible.

Suddenly, he secretly scolded himself for being too stupid. Then the ring on his hand flashed with a bright light, and several pale green elixirs appeared in his hand, this is the bloodline potion he has just made these days, and the effect is speed!

Although the assassin in the back was also expressionless at this time, he was scolding in his heart, what he was best at was hand-to-hand combat, and with that beloved dagger, the person he had been close to had never been chased like this. But fortunately, with his far superior cultivation, seeing that the target was about to enter his attack range, his dagger was slowly lit up, and his fighting power was ready to leave his body at any time to kill Bolin in front.

But at this moment, he saw Boleyn in front of him suddenly make a gesture of raising his head, and then seemed to throw several things at him.

"Hidden weapon?"

The man in black hesitated for a moment, and decided to avoid it first. But when he saw that there were only empty bottles thrown at him, he immediately turned grimacing again, and chased after Bolin again. Then this time he chased him and immediately found that something was wrong, the target in front of him actually increased again, and it was just the same as his speed.

He frowned, and the rapid dispatch of the fighting power in his body immediately adjusted the speed to the fastest. But he immediately noticed that Bolin in front of him had also become faster.

Only then did he realize that Boleyn in front of him had not done his best.

"Damn it!"

The man in black never dreamed that this assassination would have so many twists and turns. He asked himself that he had done quite well this time, first of all, he didn't support Bolin because he was only level three, and still used the method of sneak attack from behind. However, his dagger had obviously been stabbed, but the other party reacted immediately before the dagger could penetrate into his internal organs. And the cold poison that has always been tried and tested suddenly failed on the target this time. Now he is caught in the protracted chase that he is not good at, but the opponent can throw himself away when he has some reservations about speed.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, he jumped up with a leap, the fighting strength around his body was condensed, and then he waved his big hand, and in an instant, countless blue lights flew towards Bolin like needles.