The dim moon hung feebly in a corner of the sky, and a few dark clouds swirled around it.

The moon was dark and unclear, except for a small bits of white moonlight shining through the cracks in the windows, leaving a few broken and mottled afterimages on the floor.

“。。。 Only when you stand at the top of the world and look down can you know how small it is. Danger should not be feared, that is the end of the door, the fragments of the key. ”

Thunder sat weakly in the mottled moon shadow, staring out at the shattered sky beyond the gaps with his godless eyes.

Exhaustion is as clear as the mountains and seas, and he always has some thoughts of eternal sleep when he closes his eyes.

The price to pay for life can sometimes be heavier than death, and he curled up in the corner of the wall, letting his body out of the light. Zhang Bayonet's faint murmur is more like a kind of hypnosis after powerlessness.

Lei Wen refreshed himself and sat up from the darkness, a crumpled note in his clenched hand, which was shattered by the shock, and fell in front of him like snowflakes.

A small line of text could be seen on it.

No signature, no head or tail. It was the fake field shaking hands with him, pulling away what was left behind in the moment.

After Thunder Pattern glanced at it, he quietly put it into his arms.

Finally, he glanced at the waning moon swallowed by dark clouds, and lay down on the bed, and fell asleep with his head buried in his head.

。。。。。。。。。

"My lord, the target has been set to sleep."

A faint shadow half-knelt on the cold ground, reporting to Kagald.

In the faint light, Cagard, who had regained his original appearance, turned around, and the humming sound filled the silent space out of thin air.

"Kill!" Cagard coldly spat out the word, a seeping whirlwind in the void. When he was done, he commanded.

"Esme, you will lead the assassination this time, cut off his head, and ensure the absolute death of the target. I give you the opportunity to atone for your sins. ”

"Yes!"

The female assassin's simple answer came from the darkness, but it was not difficult to hear the joy.

In the history of assassination, the most taboo thing is failure, whether you survive or not, you will lose the trust of your master, and this is the deadliest for a killer walking alone in the dark.

Although Esme had no intention of becoming an Assassin for the rest of her life, she needed perfection more because she wanted to get in touch with brilliance.

The rest rooms above the clubhouse are surrounded by an ancient arena-like ring, inheriting the compactness of the building, so that the area of each room is not overly exaggerated. However, the placement of the distance between the things inside has a special heart, which makes people look at it at a glance, which is a kind of comfort and comfort through the bones.

It is not difficult to see that the master who designed this place is a great master.

Lei Wen was like a wild boar that had been running wildly for a few days, sleeping on a wide soft bed, and a touch of gorgeous brocade quilt was covered by him indiscriminately, and it was a big ball.

Suddenly, there was a clear breeze blowing in the room, a faint whirlwind, and the fluorescent magic clock in the hall was pointing to the hour of two o'clock in the morning, accompanied by a hoarse and low bell.

As the bell went out, there were already five faint figures in Thunder's room, full of restrained murderous aura.

Esme coldly glanced at her sleeping target, a hint of mockery on the corner of her mouth. Too lazy to hide the murderous aura all over his body, the temperature in the room dropped a little out of thin air.

Raising her right hand, a dazzling snow white in the cuff was faintly swallowing, she put the knife on her neck, and made a slight downward gesture.

The four people around him immediately rushed to the bed like a raging black panther, quickly but silently.

Four sharp stabbing blades flipped out of thin air, glowing with blue light, obviously smeared with poison, and blood sealed the throat.

The four long thorns silently sank into the bulging brocade quilt at the same time, but the assassin's face changed slightly. The wrist flipped, and the bayonet stirred messily in the quilt, like four black dragons going to sea, bringing up the sky of cotton wool debris directly from the quilt.

But there was no blood in it, it was empty!? Beneath the quilt was a haphazard pile of pillow crumbs, but the target had long since lost its shadow.

Esmei's face changed instantly, and the first thought in her heart was, impossible! But before her surprise could be extinguished, the hard bed suddenly exploded in the middle, and the light in the room dimmed out of thin air.

A deadly danger instantly enveloped Esmei, and the thoughts in her mind tumbled, and her body, which had been refined into steel, subconsciously withdrew.

However, the other four Assassins were not as lucky as hers, and when the messy wooden plank hit the inexplicable body, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared in the sky.

Taking advantage of the tumbling sawdust, the flying cotton wool covers it, like an eagle flying down from a high place.

Two hands were directly grasped on the head of one of the assassins, and before he could make any projections, his gaze had already rotated one hundred and eighty degrees, and he looked behind him like a dead fish.

Lei Wente didn't have any stop, and in the blink of an eye, he had already flown in front of the other two assassins, and his two hands were covered with hideous fine light scales, which directly hit the chests of the two of them like tofu, shaking his hands, and the heart inside had become a puddle of minced meat.

The lifeless body detached itself weakly from the blood-stained hand.

In the blink of an eye, the three companions had lost their lives, and the dead flesh was still gushing with crimson blood. The last assassin's scalp exploded in fright, and his trembling hand raised his bloody spurs, and a terrifying devil-like figure had already rushed in front of him.

A tooth-aching metal twisting sound sounded piercingly, and the assassin whose pupils were about to explode saw that the figure on the opposite side twisted his weapon vividly, and took the broken piece of iron directly into his chest, and the violent toxicity made him only feel instant pain, and he was unwilling to fall into eternal darkness.

Esmei, who was lucky enough to escape, her frightened eyes spread out godlessly, and in the blink of an eye, the chief assassin who had been ambushed in the mercenary empire for a long time became four sentences of fresh dead meat, the kind of extreme impact on the soul, and the strong contrast between strength and weakness almost made her scream unbearable, but when she opened her mouth, she found that her voice was so hoarse.

The body that he regarded as a waste, every time the golden red light flashed, it represented the passing of a life.

Top-tier Great Sword Master! Esme felt her heart wail powerlessly, and the strength of the target was so far from what was described in the data. Damn, did he want to kill his future competitor?

Rayvet stared at the last survivor in the room, his blood-red eyes twitching uneasily, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

A bone-chilling fear enveloped Esmee's body, and she froze in place, unable to resist, even in the face of Cagalde, her cold eyes, like two abysses of hellfire, devouring anything.

Revent adjusted the muscles of his body, and with a regular rhythm, he launched an attack in an instant. He didn't mean to talk about anything, and there were countless examples of people being turned over by Jedi because of too much nonsense in the past, and there was no reason for Revent to be that kind of fool.

All he had to do now was to save his life in this killing game, except to escape, that is, to kill all the lives that were enough to threaten in front of him.

At the moment when his body pounced like a thunder leopard, the deadly danger suddenly exploded in his brain, and the erected pupils trembled uneasily, and suddenly contracted suddenly. His body staggered off the trajectory and turned into a comical arc.

A jet-black light burst out of the void and pierced directly into Rewente's left thigh, provoking a bundle of bloody arrows, and a palm-sized slice of flesh was cut off.

Blood gushed out of the wound like a fountain, instantly staining his left leg red.

Cagard slowly emerged from the void, holding a three-edged thin sword, and had no intention of pursuing.

It may be that he thinks that the prey can no longer escape from his hands, and that the victor is just abusing him.

Esme quietly retreated behind Cagald in a cold sweat, only to see his sword-wielding hand trembling slightly, and it was full of hideous bursting veins.